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Title: The Right Words
Author: Lane Hayes
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Cover Artist: Aaron Anderson
Release Date: 12/12/2014
Genre/Sub-Genre: Contemporary, M/M Romance
Prism recently reviewed The Right Words. You can find the review here.
Escaping an abusive relationship left Luke Preston anxious and spouting panic-induced poetry. Desperate for a fresh start, Luke accepts a job remodeling a tired old beach house for a professional soccer player and his model girlfriend. While his passion is literature, not sports, focusing on the renovations eases his anxiety. Until the job he signed up for turns out to be more complicated than advertised.
Sidelined with a serious injury, soccer star Michael Martinez decides his beach house is the perfect place to recuperate. Remodeling might be the diversion he needs to keep his mind off his busted knee. Falling for the pretty designer with some quirky habits wasn’t on the drawing board. Unfortunately, Luke didn’t build a big enough closet for Michael to hide in. Having a star-powered sports career used to be all Michael lived for, but he’ll have to reevaluate his plans and find the right words if he wants to build more than a beach house with Luke.
Talk about your thought on one or more of the following: starting over when life takes an unexpected turn, overcoming past hurts, using physical activity as an outlet or an escape, acceptance of our true selves?
The Right Words touches a little bit on each of the listed subjects. Michael and Luke meet at a point when they are both faced with “starting over”. Michael is recovering from a potential career ending injury while Luke has recently left an abusive relationship. The topic of “starting over” is interesting because it is universal. Sudden illness, injury, job loss or the realization a change must be made are those angsty moments we’ve all encountered in one form or another. There is a wonderful quote by Joseph Campbell, “We must be willing to get rid of the life we’ve planned, so as to have the life that is waiting for us. The old skin has to be shed before the new one can come.” The concept is one of personal death and rebirth in a sense. In losing a piece of yourself, you learn to use strength you never credited or knew you possessed. It is ultimately a journey of self-discovery.
In The Right Words, Michael’s focus is caring for his knee in the hopes of saving his career while Luke’s is rebuilding his career in a new area. He relocates to Southern California after leaving his job and lover in San Francisco. The decrepit beach house is in need of renovation. Michael needs the diversion, Luke needs the job but both need time to reconsider their next steps. I love the use of metaphors in literature, and Luke’s love of the English language allowed me to explore symbolism between the human condition and our surroundings. Reparation of home with strong bones, reparation of self. Michael and Luke find their respective prior injuries, internal and external, become background to the more important story of rediscovering themselves and taking the chance on something much more important. Love.
Thank you so much for having me on your blog!
Lane Hayes xo
“One day at a time,” he repeated thoughtfully, making an obvious effort to steer the topic toward something more pleasant. “Well, I don’t have anything better, so… I’ll go with that too.” Michael’s smile lit his entire face. It was a beautiful thing to witness. He was handsome always, but wow… what a smile.
“Was the picture of us good at least?”
This time he laughed out loud, a sweet, musical sound that made me chuckle along with him.
“Yeah, very hot.” He reached over and pulled me into his side effortlessly. “Look, I wasn’t trying to send mixed signals this week. I know I haven’t been around like I said I would. I… Jamie isn’t going to go away easily. This has been a weird blow to add to an already fucked-up situation, but… I like you and I do trust you.”
“You like me?”
He gave a small half chuckled and shrugged. “Un poco.” He translated when I gave him a blank stare. “A little.”
“I like you a little too.”
I couldn’t help my response at being near him. I curled into his side like a cat begging for attention. Michael wrapped his arms around me and kissed my cheek and my chin. I didn’t want a “friend” kiss, though. I wanted what he gave me Friday night. I wanted “that kiss.” I intercepted him when he leaned in to peck my temple and stuck my tongue out to trace the corner of his mouth. He groaned and accepted the invitation, diving and thrusting his tongue inside my mouth to stake his claim. His right hand traveled down my throat and came to a stop over my left nipple. He rubbed at the sensitive flesh through my tight T-shirt and squeezed hard when he heard my moan of approval.
I arched my back into his touch but kept my mouth fastened to his. I didn’t want to lose this connection. He bit at my chin and sent kisses down my neck as his hand dipped down to my belt and came to rest on my hardening cock. I whimpered and scooted on his lap to straddle his thighs.
“Is this okay? Am I hurting your knee?”
“It’s good, honey. Really good.” Both of his hands splayed flat on my back and circled to the front to pluck at the fabric of my T-shirt. “Take it off.”
I didn’t have to be told twice. I was burning up. I yanked it over my head and tossed it aside before I began working on the seemingly endless row of buttons on his dress shirt.
“Fuck. Help me get his off you. I need to feel your skin.”
I barely recognized my voice. I sounded breathless.
When Michael finally leaned forward to let the fabric slide from his shoulders, I met him halfway to feel his skin against mine. Heaven. He was simply beautiful, with finely toned washboard abs and gorgeous skin. It was smooth like mine but much darker. Olive against golden. I loved the contrast and I was anxious to explore. I let my hands roam, over his chest, down his stomach, and back again. My fingers itched to palm his cock through his worn jeans. Instead I fused my naked torso against his and ground my aching cock against his equally hard member. We both hissed, and the kiss became something more like sex.
About the Author:
Lane Hayes is grateful to finally be doing what she loves best. Writing full-time! It’s no secret Lane loves a good romance novel. An avid reader from an early age, she has always been drawn to well-told love story with beautifully written characters. These days she prefers the leading roles to both be men. Lane discovered the M/M genre a few years ago and was instantly hooked. Her debut novel was a 2013 Rainbow Award finalist and her third received an Honorable Mention in the 2014 Rainbow Awards. She loves red wine, chocolate and travel (in no particular order). Lane lives in Southern California with her amazing husband and the coolest yellow Lab ever in an almost empty nest.
I have a number of paperbacks, most of which are signed, to giveaway. Over the between now (11 Mar 2017) and 31 Mar 2017, every comment on the blog (this post and all other new posts), will be entered to win 1 of these paperbacks. There are also some misc swag items, so there will be a few packs of these to give away as well.
Thank you so much for your support over the last 4 years. Prism will be closing its doors on 1 April 2017. All content will remain available, but no new content will appear after 31 Mar 2017. As such all request forms have been turned off. Again Thank you,
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