Jamie Dean on Not Just Passing Through ~ Guest Blog

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Title: Not Just Passing Through
Author: Jamie Dean
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Cover Artist: TL Bland
Genre: Bisexual, Contemporary, Gay Romance, New Adult
Release Date: 04/27/2016


Socially awkward, closeted virgin Avery Malcolm passes his days and nights running his bigoted aunt’s motel in rural New Mexico. He dreams of getting away and hitting the road, but with one friend, a few acquaintances, and no real life to speak of outside his duties as front desk clerk, he doesn’t know if he’ll ever get a chance.

Fate sends hot drifter Chase Lancaster to the Red Ram Motel, riding in on his sexy black motorcycle. Within twenty-four hours, Avery’s life is turned upside down. Before long, even though Chase’s sexual interests seem to run exclusively toward women in bars, Avery finds himself falling for the beautiful biker with no permanent address. Chase is much more than his bad boy persona, so while it’s nice to have another friend, Avery doesn’t know how he’ll survive with his heart intact when Chase inevitably moves on.

Hi, my name is Jamie Dean, author of the new erotic gay romance Not Just Passing Through.


I’ve been asked many times how I got into writing romance. The simple answer is, I love love. You’re probably hoping for a little more than that, so I think I’ll elaborate.


My early life was not fun, in terms of social interactions. I was a lonely kid, struggling to figure out my place in the world, struggling to understand my conflicting feelings when it came to sexuality, struggling not to feel like a complete fuck up the world was better off without.


As I got a little older and grew into my face and body a bit, I didn’t have too much trouble finding dates. The problem was, that’s all they ever were. No one wanted to stick around very long. I’m not exactly mainstream, and I never have been, so I think I scared a lot of people off. I am also very intuitive, and I think that can freak people out too.


And more than anything, I just wanted to find someone and be done with it. Not because I felt some need to follow traditions, but because I just didn’t want to be alone anymore. I wanted to be part of a pair. So I didn’t have to do things by myself anymore. I wanted a built-in support system, cheerleader, lover, companion… and I wanted it yesterday.


Life, unfortunately, doesn’t work that way for most of us. I made my way through a lot of… I was going to say “frogs before I found my prince,” but I hesitate to even say frogs, really. Most of them were never even potential princes because I was taking all comers (mind out of the gutter until you reading the book, if you please). I wasn’t even bothering to make sure they were frogs. I was taking figurative rats and elephants and anyone else I thought might be able to love me or at least want me around for a long time, whether he could turn into a prince or not.


Sometimes, there were even snakes and other belly-crawling things that I regret. It was after one such mistake that Jay walked into my life. I knew the very first time I spoke to him that he would change my life. I knew he was a very special frog, right from the jump. Soon enough, I finally had my prince.


He is everything that I try to make my leading men be in my stories. He’s kind and he’s wickedly smart. He’s so deliciously funny that I’m frankly a little jealous sometimes. He’s appreciative, affectionate, and romantic. He’s tough when he needs to be, and in touch with his emotions when he needs that instead. He has eyes like the ocean. He’s a lover unlike any other before in my life. I love him with my whole heart.


So why do I write about love? Because it walked into my life when I’d stopped expecting it and it took my breath away. Because I know what it’s like to feel an ache in your chest that only another person can fill—and to have that special person walk in the room and change your life.


I write about love because I believe in it. And so should you.


How about you, readers? Have you found the person who fills that ache in your chest or are you still looking? Do you have an amazing real life love story? Come tell me about it in the comments, on Tumblr, Twitter or Facebook (my handle for all is JamieDeanWrites), or at my website JamieDeanWrites.com. Thanks for reading today. I hope you enjoy the book!


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About the Author

Jamie Dean is passionate about food, beer, and hot men wading together through a sea of angst, sarcasm and sexy times.

When he is not reading or writing gay erotic fiction from his front porch swing, he might be painting, playing with his dogs and cats, or cooking experimental meals for (or drinking beer with) Jay, his husband and muse. He loves old cars, science fiction, road trips, and spending time with family and friends.

He came to terms with his sexuality only later in life, so that struggle is a frequent theme in his work. He has since embraced it with pride and considers himself an LGBT* activist, a feminist, and a champion for equal rights.

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2 thoughts on “Jamie Dean on Not Just Passing Through ~ Guest Blog

  1. OH Jamie… I knew you under another name and I’m so glad one day I was so sad about another person story I read that I have to go read something to forget and I found yours. Since that day it was a one way street with you. I love every word you write…
    If you ask me I think I found him… he’s now doing something with his computer and our kids are watching TV. I read, and write, romance because Love is love and all you need is a little bit of it in your life.
    Love, Nani

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