Mickie B. Ashling on Enforcing Emory ~ Cover Reveal, Excerpt, Local Giveaway

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Enforcing Emory Book Cover

Title: Enforcing Emory
Author: Mickie B. Ashling
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Cover Artist: Catt Ford
Publication Date:05/27/2015
Genre/Sub-Genre: Contemporary, M/M Romance

Blurb:

Olympic figure skater Emory Lowe falls in lust the moment he lays eyes on his new neighbor, hockey player Nikolai (Nik) Vetrov. On the surface, Nik is a typical badass enforcer, intimidating and dangerous, on and off the ice. The only son of Ukrainian immigrants, Nik has been groomed from childhood to fulfill his father’s dreams of seeing him in the Hockey Hall of Fame. Igor guides his son toward that goal with a controlling—and abusive—hand, steering him clear of anyone who might ruin his chances.

Although Emory is the US National Figure Skating champion, he’s in-your-face gay, and his audacious persona rubs Nik and his family the wrong way. Raised by supportive and loving parents, Emory is Nik’s polar opposite in every way but one—his desire to succeed. Underneath the fluff and glitter beats the heart of a fierce competitor, and this side of Emory’s personality begins to close the distance between the two athletes.

While the attraction was one-sided in the beginning, Nik finds himself responding to Emory’s flirting. Before the incongruous pair have a chance at any sort of relationship, they must survive the pressures of career, separation, and most importantly, Igor’s ruthless homophobia.

Excerpt:

Thanks for giving me the opportunity to reveal this beautiful cover created by Catt Ford for my upcoming contemporary m/m romance, Enforcing Emory. I brought along an ecopy to give away and an excerpt for your enjoyment. Enforcing Emory is now available for pre-order at the links provided below.

Excerpt

“Just my fucking luck,” Tom Lowe muttered as he stood in front of the screen door.

“What’s up, Dad?” Emory asked, taking his eyes off the TV for a second.

“A bunch of fucking communists are moving into the neighborhood.”

Unable to resist that intro, Emory threw off the afghan he’d been huddling under and went to stand beside his father, watching the commotion going on outside. A small group of men and women were clustered around an oversized U-Haul truck parked across the street. Tom was still an inch or so taller than his firstborn and at least sixty pounds heavier, but it was easy to see the similarities between the lanky teen and his father. The shock of dark hair and deep-set hazel eyes were exactly the same, as was the habit of biting their lower lip in concentration.

Emory quickly zeroed in on the platinum blond who could have easily passed for Thor’s twin. “Shit,” he whispered in awe, “I’d climb that comrade in a second.” The guy in question was carrying several large boxes, and his bulging muscles were easily visible under the tight T-shirt. “Look at those biceps.”

Tom gave him a sidelong look of disgust. “Emory….”

“Just saying, Dad.”

“Dealing with your orientation is one thing, but listening to you drooling over a guy is another matter entirely. And furthermore,” Tom added, turning back to watch the progress across the street, “don’t even think about hooking up with anyone who speaks with an accent. If ya gotta be gay, pick some white boy to do the nasty with.”

“He’s white.”

“I meant American!”

Emory shook his head before heading back to his cozy spot in front of the TV. “You’re too much,” he muttered, grabbing the remote. “A gay-friendly bigot. It doesn’t even compute.”

“Love is hard enough to manage without throwing culture and religion into the mix.”

“How do you know they’re not like us?”

“They’re not speaking English, or were you too caught up in that young man’s body to notice?”

Emory smirked. “I got brain freeze after seeing those arms.”

Tom shook his head. “You’re going to give me a goddamn heart attack one of these days.”

“Relax, Dad. I’ll keep my homo ass on our side of the fence.”

Tom spun around and walked toward Emory, who held his breath, waiting for another pearl of wisdom to drop out of his father’s mouth. “Leave your theatrics on the ice, do you understand? This isn’t the right neighborhood to be flouncing around like that Gaga person you idolize.”

“I’m not the only one who loves Lady Gaga,” Emory said defensively.

“Yeah? I didn’t notice anyone else skating to her stupid music.”

“Not true,” Emory countered. “And that stupid music helped me clinch Nationals.”

“Whatever,” Tom muttered.

“What are you two arguing about?” Darlene Lowe asked, wiping her hands on a blue terry cloth towel. She walked through the archway separating the living room from the kitchen, where she’d been putting the finishing touches to the pot roast.

“Dad’s pissed off that we’re being invaded by Putin’s minions.”

“How do you even know they’re Russian? Are they waving a flag or something?”

“Listen to them,” Tom bellowed.

“Tom, you only speak English. How can you tell what they’re speaking?”

“I can hear nyet and da. Isn’t that Ruskie for yes and no?”

“Yup,” Emory concurred, pointing at the coaches sitting beside the ice skaters in the kiss-and-cry area of the current European Ice Skating Championship he was watching. “Those people say it all the time.”

“See,” Tom said triumphantly. “I told you they were a bunch of pinko bastards.”

“What’s a pinko?” Emory asked, distracted again by the new word.

Darlene frowned at her husband, who didn’t seem in the least bit repentant. “It’s an old-fashioned term used to describe a socialist.”

“Socialists, my ass.” Tom plopped down beside Emory. “It’s what they used to call commies back in the day.”

“No, that’s not right,” Darlene clarified. “Commies were red, capitalists white, and socialists a combination of the two, thus the word ‘pinko.’ This really isn’t the kind of history lesson to be teaching your son when he’s just signed with a Russian coach.”

“What’s wrong with the local coach he’s had all these years? Em wouldn’t have come this far without her help.”

That particular question had been asked and answered several times since the subject had been broached, but Tom still clung to the misconception that anything American was always preferable. Taking a deep breath, Darlene tried to explain. Again. “Jane is the one who suggested he spend some time with a new coach if he goes to the Olympics. She’s taught Emory everything she knows. Now it’s time to bring in some fresh input if he hopes to medal in Sochi. Yuri Misalov is one of the best.”

“Says who?”

“The ISU and anyone who knows skating.”

“Overpriced and arrogant is what he is.”

“They’re all stuck up,” Emory interjected. “You’d think the Russians invented ice skating or something.”

“You two need to be more tolerant, especially while you’re over in Sochi. You can’t go around offending foreigners without any thought of repercussions.”

“My country, my house, my way,” Tom reminded her.

“You’re being obstinate.”

“Is it wrong to want my son to be coached by someone who speaks our language and believes in American core values? Christ, everything is being jobbed out these days, and I refuse to support someone else’s economy.”

“It’s wonderful to be patriotic, Tom, but there are other countries that can teach us a thing or two, and when it comes to figure skating, Russia might be ahead of the pack. Why not give Emory every advantage?”

Tom looked over at Emory, who was listening to the discussion between his parents with amusement. His mother, the teacher, was being true to form. Following rules was part of her life. She was very familiar with immigrant parents who dropped the discrimination card at every turn, whereas his dad was an electrician, member of the largest union of electrical workers in the state, born and bred on Chicago’s tough South Side. He complained that he was tired of seeing primo jobs stolen from under their noses by illegals breaking through picket lines or workers out in bum-fuck China outbidding their materials because of cheap labor laws. He didn’t give a shit if he was PC or not. He spoke his mind regardless of the fallout.

“I’m going over to the neighbors to check them out,” Emory said. “I’ll let you know if I spot a hammer and sickle anywhere.”

“Don’t you dare say anything you’ll regret,” Darlene admonished. Emory’s verbal filters were almost as bad as Tom’s.

“Don’t worry, Mom. I’ll be the perfect welcoming committee.”

Tom glowered at his son. “Let’s not get too friendly.”

Emory grinned, stuck his hands in the pockets of his jeans, and pulled out the lining. “Look, Dad, no condoms.”

Cover reveal and materials organized by PAS Promotions

About the Author:

Mickie B. Ashling is the alter-ego of a multifaceted woman raised by a single mother who preferred reading over other forms of entertainment. She found a kindred spirit in her oldest child and encouraged her with a steady supply of dog-eared paperbacks. Romance was the preferred genre, and historical romances topped her favorites list.

By the time Mickie discovered her own talent for writing, real life had intruded, and the business of earning a living and raising four sons took priority. With the advent of e-publishing and the inevitable emptying nest, dreams were resurrected, and the storyteller was reborn.

She stumbled into the world of men who love men in 2002 and continues to draw inspiration from their ongoing struggle to find equality and happiness in this oftentimes skewed and intolerant world. Her award-winning novels have been called “gut wrenching, daring, and thought provoking.” She admits to being an angst queen and making her men work damn hard for their happy endings.

Mickie loves to travel and has lived in the Philippines, Spain, and the Middle East but currently resides in a suburb outside Chicago.

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Buy Links:

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Giveaway:

Mickie B. Ashling has kindly offered an e-book copy of Enforcing Emory to one lucky commenter.

Locally held contests will end 7 days from original posting date at 8pm CST. Must be 18 or older to enter, void where prohibited.

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33 thoughts on “Mickie B. Ashling on Enforcing Emory ~ Cover Reveal, Excerpt, Local Giveaway

  1. It sounds like the kind of opposites-attract storyI love. This must go straight to my TBR list. Thank you for sharing.

  2. This sounds so interesting!
    And I loved the excerpt – dynamics between Emory and his father. They’re funny and it’s nice change from usual…

  3. Congrats on the upcoming release of Enforcing Emory. I really like the blurb and excerpt, looks like a great read. Also thank you for the giveaway and please count me in.

  4. Congratulations on the new book. Great cover. Loved the excerpt. Sounds like a great read. I love your Horizon series. Looking forward to reading this book. Adding to the buy/wish list

  5. Love the excerpt and dynamics between the two Mr Lowe’s!
    Do like these type of stories – 2 skaters, different disciplines

  6. Love sports-based books! I was hooked on watching figure skating from a young age, and I love the cover. Thanks for the chance to win.

  7. Loved the excerpt. I love ice skating and hockey. This book is perfect for me. I’m adding it to my wishlist now.

  8. Congratulations on the release of your new book! I love the cover and the excerpt! Stories about athletes are among my favorites. I can’t wait to read it. I’m working my way through the the Horizons series. Thank you!

  9. Thanks to everyone for stopping by and leaving comments. I’m so glad you enjoyed the excerpt! Thank you Prism!

  10. Nice cover, I love the angst ridden romance stories of opposites attract and the cover clearly portrays the more flamboyant figure skater and the tough hockey player. Congrats on your new release and a chance to win a copy of this book

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