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Title: Billionaire with Benefits
Author: Anne Tenino
Genre/Sub-Genre: Contemporary, M/M Romance
It’s just a friend thing
Before confessing his gayness to his best friend, Tierney Terrebonne’s sex life is strictly restroom. After confessing his gayness to his best friend . . . it doesn’t improve much. Why bother trying when the man he’s loved for fourteen years (see: “best friend”) is totally unattainable? Good thing Tierney is an old hand at accepting defeat; all it takes is a bottle of bourbon. Or fifty. Repeat as needed.
Dalton Lehnart has a history of dating wealthy, damaged, closeted, lying, cheating, no-good, cowardly men, so of course he’s immediately attracted to Tierney Terrebonne. Fortunately, Tierney is so dissolute that even Dalton’s feelings for the man would be better described as pity. Which becomes sympathy as they get to know each other. Followed by compassion, concern, caring, and hopefulness as Tierney struggles to change his life. When the man comes out very publicly and enters rehab, Dalton finds himself downright attached to Tierney. And as everyone knows, after attachment comes . . .
But post-rehab Tierney can’t handle more than friendship, so Dalton should be safe from repeating his own past mistakes, right? Right?
Hello, and welcome to the Billionaire with Benefits Blog Tour! *fanfare, etc*
You might have noticed this book took me a while to write . . . or maybe you didn’t notice, but take my word for it, it did. That might be why it ended up longer than it needed it to be. Ultimately we trimmed over 15,000 words from the original Billionaire manuscript, so posts from me (as opposed to spotlights and reviews) are all going to be cut scenes from the book. Sort of like the extras on a DVD, but, you know, not.
A list of stops on the tour can be found here. Why would you want to follow the tour? Well, because I’m giving away a fabulous, one-of-a-kind Voodoo Ken Kit, which the winner can use to seek revenge on any or all of their exes. How do you win? Check the bottom of each tour post for details.
This first cut scene is from the prologue, which happens about fourteen years before the main story, when Tierney is in college. In this scene, he’s come home for Thanksgiving, and been forced to endure one of his Grandfather’s “talks.” For those of you who remember Tierney from Too Stupid to Live, this might help explain why he’s such a jerk.
A few hours later, during after dinner drinks in his study, Grandfather began the real torture. “I know that college is a time for . . . experimentation. Understandable, of course, but I feel it necessary to impress upon you that there are limits.”
Tierney blinked at the old guy over the rim of his third bourbon. “Of course, sir,” he responded, before drinking the glass dry. Trying to distract his fear with alcohol before it worked up some of his other emotions. Except, for the moment, he mostly felt anger, surging up from somewhere deep inside him, like it had been lying in wait. It gave him the strength to steadily meet Grandfather’s gaze.
Grandfather’s brows lowered slightly, and he leaned closer, propping his elbow on the arm of his chair. “When a large number of young men live in close quarters, such as in a dormitory, things sometimes . . . happen. Hormones run high in persons of your age, and while one or two untoward incidents may occur, there are some boys,” Grandfather paused to clear his throat, shifting to sit on the edge of his chair. “Some boys such as yourself should resist any and all temptations to engage in this sort of, well, fraternal intimacy.”
“‘Any and all?’” A rush of fear washed over him when Tierney heard the mocking note in his voice. Anger didn’t notice, or didn’t care, that Tierney wasn’t all on board with standing up to the old guy.
Grandfather stood, pacing across the room and looking out his window into the darkness. In spite of not facing Tierney, the point of his lecture became even more direct. “For men who have a predilection toward, well, deeper friendships with other men, engaging in that sort of play is akin to an alcoholic having just one drink. The thirst for more liquor increases, and if slaked again and again, eventually becomes uncontrollable. He will be unable to hide his need from others, and soon his reputation will suffer.”
“Are we talking about me?” Tierney lashed out. “Or you?”
“Absolutely not!” Grandfather whirled around. “We’re talking about your future, and how it affects the Terrebonne name.”
“And my inheritance. You forgot that part.”
The old bastard held his stare a few seconds before nodding. “Yes.”
“You’ll cut me off if I deviate.” His gut gnawed at him in a way he was starting to know well—the black hole inside him forming as his emotions mixed and eddied, getting more and more agitated. He probably had the only known recurring-disappearing black hole in the known universe, but fuck if he was going to turn himself over to science for further study. “What if I don’t care about the money?”
“Ah, but it’s not simply the money.” Grandfather said in an alarmingly soft voice. “You’ll lose your family, your home . . . the protection of the Terrebonne name.”
Tierney lost the staredown, dropping his eyes to the carpet. Because the old guy knew his one weakness: Tierney couldn’t stomach being cast out. He felt the truth of it—the yawning emptiness that would rip him apart; was already starting to. Draining his anger and leaving only fear and the intense ache of nothingness in his gut. That’s what he’d be. Nothing. Untouchable. No one would willingly let him be gay. Not his family and not the guy he was in love with. He had no one to be gay for. No one who’d support him. He’d be utterly alone.
After a long minute or two, Grandfather’s voice came through the black noise filling Tierney’s mind. “I think we’ve reached an understanding.”
He nodded, unable to lift his head.
About the Author:
Raised on a steady diet of Monty Python, classical music and the visual arts, Anne Tenino was—famously—the first patient diagnosed with Compulsive Romantic Disorder. Since that day, Anne has taken on conquering the M/M world through therapeutic writing. Finding out who those guys having sex in her head are and what to do with them has been extremely liberating.
Anne’s husband finds it liberating as well, although in a somewhat different way. Her two daughters are mildly confused by Anne’s need to twist Ken dolls into odd positions. However, other than occasionally stealing Ken1’s strap-on, they let Mom do her thing without interference.
Wondering what Anne does in her spare time? Mostly she lies on the couch, eats bonbons and shirks housework.
Check out what Anne’s up to now by visiting her site. http://annetenino.com
Want a chance to win Voodoo Ken? Well, keep looking, because this isn’t the post with the magical question. FYI, I’ll ship worldwide, so anyone can enter.
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