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Title: Better Than Safe (Better Than stories #4)
Author: Lane Hayes
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Cover Artist: Aaron Anderson
Genre: Contemporary, Gay Fiction, M/M Romance
Paul Fallon is a fashion advertising guru. He’s a genius at dealing with difficult editors, art directors, and designers alike. He thrives on the chaotic atmosphere and constant challenges. But in his personal life, he’s hoping for peace and stability. Settling down with a nice doctor or lawyer sounds perfect. Anyone but an artist. He’s been there, done that, and he doesn’t want to relive the heartache.
Seth Landau is a model, occasional guitarist, and aspiring painter. He’s quirky, flighty, and wise beyond his years. Life has taught him some tough lessons, then given him opportunities he never dreamed of. He’s learned to appreciate the fragility of life and to express it in his work. Seth’s flare for the absurd combined with a supple mind and a beautiful body are too alluring for Paul to ignore. Against his best intentions, Paul is drawn to the younger man whose particular brand of crazy challenges Paul to accept that things aren’t always as they seem. Sometimes taking a chance is better than being safe.
We are here today to talk about Better Than Safe. What can you tell us about it?
Better Than Safe is book #4 in the Better Than Stories series. All of these books can be read as standalones but if you’ve read Better Than Friends you’ll probably remember Paul. This is his story.
Tell us more about our main characters?
Paul is a serious minded ad exec who specializes in haute couture. He meets Seth when he stops by a prominent DC magazine for a brief visit. He’s instantly attracted to the beautiful younger man, but their first few meetings don’t go well (to say the least ). Seth is an oddball artist. He’s wacky and unpredictable, but somehow very charming. Paul knows he’s exactly the type of guy he should avoid, but it’s not as easy as it seems.
What about Better Than Safe makes you the most proud?
The characters. I’m crazy about the “opposites attract” trope, but this one has a May/December component too. The things that seem like the biggest obstacles only hide the MC’s insecurities. When Paul and Seth catch on there is more between them than physical attraction, they’re each forced to confront their fears. Paul in particular.
If you could give one piece of advice to aspiring writers, what would it be?
Don’t give up! Oh… and write every day.
What is the nicest thing a reader has said to you in a review, email, in person, or on social media?
The best compliment is being told I’m an auto-buy! Lol. As a reader, I personally have a few authors who are immediate Kindle purchases. It’s a huge compliment and honor to be given that consideration as an author. One I don’t take lightly.
Do we have more to see in this series, or is it done?
Hmm. To be determined. Better Than Safe is a special book because it’s a “bridge” story to my next series starring one of the characters you’ll meet in BTS. I will probably do a short story or two for Better Than. There is one particular storyline I think a few readers will want to know more about once they read Better Than Safe. I’ll keep you posted!
What are you reading right now and what is next on your to-be-read list?
I just finished a Gillibran Brown short story and now I feel like a baseball story! I’m going to start Sloan Johnson’s Homeruns series next. Any other suggestions? My TBR is insane. I can’t keep track anymore. I only know I have more books to read than time to read them all!
Rapid Fire Time
- Winter or Summer Olympics? Summer
- Landlubber or Sea Dog? Landlubber
- Classical or Electronic? Classical
- Trees or Flowers? Trees
- Shave or wax? Shave
- Underwear and socks: folded in the drawer or tossed? Folded (always! )
- Mr. Bean or Leslie Nielsen? Mr. Bean
- Favorite Decade? 1980s (nostalgia talking!)
- Beach with a book or Hike in the woods? LOL. Beach with book (zero hesitation!)
- Chick Flick or Scary Movie? Chick flick
What are you working on? What is next?
My current WIP is book #2 in my next series. Book 1 will be out in January. Woohoo! After that, it’s on to book #3. The next series is set in NYC, my favorite place on the planet. I’m excited to spend time there… even if it’s in my head! Lol.
My stomach growled. I was dead tired, hungry, and more than a little confused. Seth turned the corner before my brain could catalogue any further complaints. I studied his casual attire as he came closer. Worn black jeans, a white T-shirt with paint stains, and an unbuttoned black and blue striped cardigan. He looked more like a wacky artist than a sophisticated couture model, I mused. His sharp features were undeniably attractive but it seemed as though he’d chosen the basic clothing to downplay his beauty. Or maybe he’d just painted and couldn’t be bothered. There was something ridiculously appealing to me about our very opposite looks. Corporate formal versus art student chic. I glanced down at the sushi and willed my dick to behave.
“There you are. What kind of pasta do you want? I don’t have time to make it myself, but don’t worry, I’m buying pre-packaged but fresh. Your choices are spaghetti, tagliatelle, or pappardelle.”
I looked at the three choices he held up and pointed to the one in the middle. The tagliatelle.
“Really? I was thinking basic spaghetti but—”
“Then why did you ask?”
“I want your opinion. If you want the tagliatelle, we’ll get that one. Done.”
“Good. Let’s go. Do you have wine?”
“Yes. Hmm. I don’t know about the tag—”
“Seth. Get the spaghetti. I’m not bothered.”
“What do you mean by not bothered?”
“I mean….” I took a step forward so we stood toe to toe, Italian loafer to dirty white trainer and gave him a pointed glare. “I don’t give a shit. Pasta is pasta. It doesn’t matter to me what shape it comes in. At all.”
“You’re hungry, huh?”
“What tipped you off?”
“Sarcastic and cranky. Let’s go. You need food.” He turned away, carrying his basket of goods toward the front registers.
“What about wine?” I called after him.
He stopped in the middle of the aisle and curled his finger, motioning me to come to him with a devilish grin on his handsome face. I complied. We were alone for the moment, surrounded on either side of the cramped space by white bread and a variety of colorful cereals chock-full of preservatives and food dyes. I eyed him warily, wondering why he was stalling.
“I told you I have wine. Good wine too.”
“Marvelous. Let’s go.”
“But… there’s a catch.”
I rolled my eyes. “Of course there is. What is it? You need to swing by the dry cleaners first or—”
“Are you crazy?”
“Why is it so crazy?” he asked innocently.
“Here are a couple reasons. One, we’re in the middle of a market in a family oriented part of town and two, we’re barely friends. Not lovers. Friends don’t kiss.”
He grinned. “Sure they do. What they probably don’t do is say something like, ‘you look so fucking hot in that suit, I wish I could take it off you right here next to the Cheerios and Wheat Chex,’ so I won’t go there, but I still think it’s okay to kiss.”
I stared at him with my mouth wide open, unable to find my voice. When he chuckled in amusement at my expense, I acted with uncharacteristic impulse and reached out to cup his neck and draw him close to me. He gasped in surprise at the quick movement. I smiled as our noses brushed, perversely pleased by his shock, and suddenly glad to be the one pushing him one step further. I licked his bottom lip before fusing my mouth over his in a swift but passionate kiss. I backed up with a grin and sauntered away, taking care he didn’t see me adjust my trousers as I moved with purpose to the front registers.
I set my bag of tomatoes on the conveyer belt and stepped aside when Seth joined me a moment later.
“You play dirty,” he muttered as he set the contents in his basket with mine.
“You asked for it.”
“Maybe I did. Beware. I can play dirty too.”
I bit my cheek hard and turned toward the rack of magazines nearby, hoping to diffuse the sexual tension racing through my body. Stress, exhaustion, and hunger were suddenly non-issues. All I wanted now was sex. The one thing I couldn’t have with this man. Not without risking more than I was willing.
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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 a well-told love story with beautifully written characters. These days she prefers the leading roles both be men! Lane discovered the M/M genre a few years ago and was instantly hooked. Her first novel was a finalist in the 2013 Rainbow Awards and her third received an Honorable Mention in the 2014 Rainbow Awards. She loves travel, chocolate, and wine (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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