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Title: Far From Hollywood
Author: Daisy Harris
Publisher: All Romance eBooks
Cover Artist: Erin Dameron-Hill
Genre: M/M Romance
Pretending to be someone else is easy. The hard part is keeping it real.
Sheriff Jack Francis finds the last thing he would expect in the small town of Pookataw Valley, Idaho—a gorgeous yet troubled movie star on a bender. Though Jack is intrigued, he can’t afford to draw attention to his sexuality and risk a scandal.
Former teen idol Blake Tyler thinks hiding in Pookataw Valley is perfect—it’s isolated, beautiful, and comes with a sexy sheriff eager to share Blake’s bed. When Hollywood arrives in Pookataw Valley to film a reality show, Blake embraces the chance for a comeback, but Jack struggles to know what is real and what is faked for the camera.
If Jack wants to date America’s Sweetheart, he’ll have to make his private life public. Is he ready to share the spotlight?
Hi Super Readers!
First off, thanks Brandilyn for inviting me. I’m a huge fan of Prism Book Alliance and I can’t wait to be back for future releases.
As for all you readers—I’m on the blog today to share with you a bit about my latest book, Far From Hollywood. This title is released as part of AllRomance EBooks’ Out-For-You series which includes works by Sean Michael, Amber Kell, Sara York, B.A. Tortuga and a bunch of other great authors. Books are available on AllRomance EBooks as well as Amazon, Barnes and Noble, etc…
Far From Hollywood tells the story of fallen teen idol Blake Tyler who ends up hiding in a small Idaho town after an embarrassing incident outs him to the world. I admit, I did base the story somewhat on the idea of Zac Effron. Stars like him need to keep their image squeaky clean, and though some Hollywood stars have come out as gay in recent years, I’m sure many—especially child and teen stars—keep their sexuality under wraps. Far From Hollywood is written for all of them, hiding in plane sight.
In Pookataw Valley Idaho, Blake meets a handsome and closeted local sheriff who helps Blake get involved with directing youth theater. Through the experience, Blake grows into himself as an actor and as a man, and Jack, my sheriff, accepts that standing with the man he loves means stepping into the limelight.
I admit, though writing the love scenes for Far From Hollywood was fun, I had such a blast creating the youth theater storyline. Over and over, I imagined how it would be for Zac Effron to be stuck in a small town somewhere directing a summer production of Grease. Could anything be funnier?
Blake doesn’t direct Grease, though. He choses A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum, which is one of my favorite musicals of all time. While writing, I alternated listening to Comedy Tonight (from A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum) with We’re all in This Together (from High School Musical.)
Throw in Sharpay’s Fabulous, and I Want It All (from HSM3) and that was the backbone of my playlist for Far From Hollywood. So if, like me, you have girls who were young in the era of High School Musical mania, sing it with me:
“Wild-cats, everywhere—wave your hands up in the air!”
Now go and read Far From Hollywood today. Promise, you’ll be in your chair cheering for my sexy heroes.
Blake shivered in the April wind, rubbing his arms and wishing the sequins on his G-string weren’t chafing his ass. With quick and frozen fingers, he picked at his wedgie. Barefoot, he hopped from foot to foot on the fake wood porch where he was hiding from the party. Vail Village surrounded him and the Western facades were faded in the moonlight, but with a warm glow coming through their windows. If he didn’t get inside the party soon he’d get hypothermia, and any hope he had of avoiding a media frenzy would disappear.
He could imagine the headline—“Oh, how the mighty have fallen! Teen Scene star, Blake Tyler, raced to the hospital…after an orgy at elite Vail hotel.”
Of course, the party raging just on the other side of the sliding door wasn’t an orgy at all. The invite had said, “Dress like a porn star,” but while most of the B-list guests milling around with cocktails in their hands wore leisure suits or puffy jackets over shorts or bikinis, Blake had been an idiot. Trying to get attention, or maybe convince a director that he no longer was the seventeen-year old heartthrob from Teen Scene, Blake wore nothing but pink underwear and nipple tassels—a mistake on his part.. On his nearly-thirty-year-old body, the sequins looked ridiculous.
Anyway, Blake should have known there’d be at least one gossip blogger at the party waiting to strike like a snake. Since Blake’s contract for the Teen Scene franchise included a morality clause which prohibited scandalous behavior and revealing his true sexuality, one picture of Blake in a sparkly G-string would be enough to ruin his whole career.
He peeked through the window, where the shades were parted just enough for Blake to see a prominent blogger stalking the room like a hyena. He wore a pair of aviator sunglasses and a crooked sneer.
Fuck. Blake couldn’t go back inside.
Glancing around at his options, he spotted a trellis not far from the porch. Though he might scrape his hands, Blake could probably climb down. Maybe the exercise would warm him, too.
Next to the lone lawn chair sat a plastic crate, and Blake opened it. Inside there was a pink Snuggie. He rolled his eyes. Perfect. I’ll match. Blake draped it around his shoulders and tied the sleeves around his neck.
Then, like a travesty of a superhero, Blake clambered onto the porch’s railing and stretched to reach the trellis nearby. It was close, but not close enough. Blake said a prayer and launched.
His fingers scraped wood, but with panted breaths he managed to get a hold of the trellis. Unfortunately, his Snuggie flapped in the wind and there wasn’t anything Blake could do about it.
Below in Vail Village, people were milling around in the streets, but Blake tried not to peer down. They probably couldn’t spot him in the dark. Instead, he focused on putting his toes into the prickly holes in the trellis and feeding his body lower, hand over hand. He told himself he was imagining the shouts and gasps he heard from below. After all, he could barely focus on anything besides the sound of his breath and his slow progression downward.
When a siren broke through the night, Blake couldn’t deny that someone must have reported they’d seen him. Hurrying, he shuffled lower, ignoring the splinters in his hands and the cuts on his feet. It wasn’t until an authoritative voice called through a loudspeaker, “We’re coming to help you, sir, stay where you are,” that Blake twisted and looked behind him.
A dozen cell phones were raised, their flashes sparkling like snowfall in the night. Above the other voices, Blake heard a squeal of, “Oh my God, it’s Blake Tyler!”
And then his arms went weak, and he fell.
About the Author
I’m just your average mom and gay romance writer, living large in the Pacific Northwest! When I’m not writing my latest spicy masterpiece, I can be found riding my exercise bike and testing the outer limits of my food processor’s potential.
My works include paranormal and contemporary gay fiction—most involving characters who fall in the New Adult age range. Upcoming works include the Miami Heat series, detailing the love lives of young men in “monogamish” relationships.
For media info, fanmail, to sign up for my newsletter, or anything else besides stalking me or sending homophobic diatribes, email me at THEDAISYHARRIS@.ME.COM.
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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