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Title: Growing Pains
Author: Cass Lennox
Cover Artist: L.C. Chase
Genre: Contemporary, Gay, Gay Fiction, Gay Romance, Romance
Release Date: 03/20/2017
Gigi Rosenberg is living his best life: performances in the big city, side gigs at a dance company, a successful drag act, and the boy of his childhood dreams who now adores him. Even if the boyfriend part isn’t the sparkly ride of passion he expected it to be, life is sweet. So when his sister’s wedding calls him back to his hometown, he sees an opportunity to show the hicks from his past how wrong they were about him. Only, his boyfriend isn’t quite on board.
Brock Stubbs left their hometown and his parents behind for a reason, and the prospect of facing them again is terrifying. He swore he’d never go back, but Gigi has made it clear refusal isn’t an option, and Brock will do nearly anything for him. There’s just one deal-breaker of a problem: Brock promised Gigi he was out to everyone, including his parents. He lied.
It’s magical to run into the sunset together, but staying the course takes work. For Gigi and Brock, going home feels like the finale of a long, disappointing year. Sometimes love isn’t all you need.
Today I’m sharing an excerpt from Growing Pains. This was one of my favourite scenes to write, not least because we finally see Gigi in drag! He’s performed his set, but his boyfriend, Brock, has missed it. Gigi’s having drinks and conversation with another queen, Miss Molly Maneater, while waiting for Brock to show up. Enjoy!
“I wonder how long we’ll be doing this,” Molly said. The sass had dropped from her voice, and Gigi glanced at her. She looked super serious.
“Queens can go for decades, baby. You know that.”
“Yeah. It’s just . . . I don’t know. So tiring, you know? And these upstarts don’t give me hope for the future.”
“Hey, bitch, some of us upstarts are the hope for the future.”
Molly smiled at her, then sipped her martini. “It’s just . . . I wonder what else is out there, you know?”
What had brought this on? This wasn’t normally Molly. Gigi glanced her over, glanced around the bar, then hit on it. “Your beau broke up with you?”
Molly grimaced. “Third one this year. Kinda makes you think there’s something wrong with you.”
“Nope. You’re looking fine and everyone here wants you. Go out and get another.” Gigi pointed out a particularly fine specimen of shirtless man.
“Baby, wanting me isn’t the problem. I’m not Molly all the time—that’s the problem.” She gave a deep sigh, then shimmied in her chair as if to shake off her funk. “But you’re right! Plenty of fish to be had.” She smiled at Gigi. “Speaking of fish, where’s your guppy?”
Good question. Gigi dug into her handbag for her phone and found a message from Brock: Running late. Sorry.
Molly raised her eyebrows. “But he will be?”
“Yeah.” Suddenly in a sour mood, Gigi drained her cosmo and turned around to order another. A nearby guy paid for her drink (of course), and she and Molly began the terribly easy task of reading the other queens while flirting with the guys lingering near them for attention.
In the back of her mind, though, Gigi wasn’t enjoying it. Like, it wasn’t difficult to get to Church Street from Brock’s fancy hipster workplace in downtown. This was, what, the fifth time Brock had come late? And this time he’d actually missed her routine. Gigi LaMore didn’t come out to play every week, so if he missed the show, he missed the point of being here—well, apart from spending time with his incredible queen, which totally went without saying.
Like, wasn’t the whole point of being in a relationship with someone to be with them? To spend time doing the stuff they liked to do? Supporting them? Brock had been great at that until his stupid job. What the hell was he doing there that was so much more interesting than being here? Because Gigi wasn’t sure anything outdid bitchy queens for entertainment.
Not least, he was missing Molly’s superb takedowns. God, the girl’s vocabulary was so extensive it should have its own condom size.
She glanced at her phone again. At this rate, he’d get there when LaMore was about to wilt into a bucket of streaky makeup and eyelash glue, at which point Rosenberg would rise up and fret. LaMore wasn’t the type to fret. No. Not at all. She’d cool her heels, then strike—
“Sorry I’m late.”
Oh my goodness, that voice. If she weren’t tucked, she’d have an embarrassing costume problem to deal with. As it was, she just had a painful costume problem.
But wait, she wasn’t supposed to be turned on just from hearing him. She was supposed to be angry with him for being so late. Okay, here was the plan: Chill. Grace. Serenity. Professionalism.
She flipped her hair and turned around. “Glad you decided . . . to . . .”
He was wearing a tight tank that showed off his arms, jeans that showed off his dick, and eyeliner. Combined with a light sheen of sweat from the summer heat covering his skin, and the evil smile on his face as he eyed her up and down, Gigi was ready to swoon into that bucket.
That expression should be criminal. So should those jeans. Goddamn her baby for looking so good.
Fuck it. She was only human.
She jumped at him and wrapped her arms around his amazing shoulders. Serenity and grace was for later in life, right? Wisdom and age, blah, blah, blah.
Oooh. Strong arms pressed her against a hard body, sending fireworks through her. Come to Mama.
His breath was hot on her ear. “Hey, beautiful.”
She’d heard those words so many times before, but damn it if they didn’t make her feel all warm and bubbly anyway. “Hello handsome.”
He huffed in amusement, then tilted his head to kiss her cheek. Carefully, so he didn’t smear the inch or two of makeup on there. Boy had learned well. “When are you going on?”
Molly was shaking her head when Gigi pulled away from him and clocked him with her best icy glare. “Already happened, sweetie. You missed it.”
Brock’s face fell.
To be continued at OMG Reads. Check the tour page for details.
To celebrate the release of Growing Pains, one lucky winner will receive $15 in Riptide Publishing credit! Leave a comment with your contact info to enter the contest. Entries close at midnight, Eastern time, on March 25, 2017. Contest is NOT restricted to U.S. entries. Thanks for following the tour, and don’t forget to leave your contact info!
About the Author
Cass Lennox is a permanent expat who has lived in more countries than she cares to admit to and suffers from a chronic case of wanderlust as a result. She started writing stories at the tender age of eleven, but would be the first to say that the early years are best left forgotten and unread. A great believer in happy endings, she arrived at queer romance via fantasy, science fiction, literary fiction, and manga, and she can’t believe it took her that long. Her specialties are diverse characters, gooey happy ever afters, and brownies. She’s currently sequestered in a valley in southeast England.
Connect with Cass:
- Blog: casslennox.wordpress.com/
- Facebook: www.facebook.com/Cass-Lennox-1704635609768647/
- Twitter: twitter.com/CassLennox
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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