Join me for the COVER REVEAL of Grace R. Duncan‘s new book, Turning His Life Around. And what a wonderful cover it is. ๐
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I’m so excited to announce my new novel Turning His LIfe Around is up for pre-order with an amazing cover from Paul Richmond!
Title: Turning His Life Around
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Release date: July 6, 2015
240 pages, 87k words
Cover Art: Paul Richmond
Can Kane recognize what’s right in front of him before he loses everything?
When Kane Harrisโs world turns upside down, his lifelong best friend is the only one to catch him.
Years ago, Ian Kelly accepted Kane would never return his love, since he knows Kane believes heโs incapable of it. Ian is willing to settle for what he can getโa best friend, sometimes casual lover, and occasional submissive. He’s learned he canโt live without Kane, but he canโt let Kane know. Because when, not if, Kane confirms that Ianโs love will never be returned, Ian wonโt be able to take it. But when Kane loses his job and asks Ian to step up their play to help him deal, Ianโs ability to hide his feelings falters. Then Kane starts his own computer security firm and asks Ian to join him, and Ian struggles further.
Itโs not until they visit the exclusive BDSM club the Iron Door that things come to a head. Kane screws up big time, and heโs afraid he canโt fix it. Heโs sure heโll lose his best friend, his Dom, his everythingโฆ forever.
Pre-0rder it now from Dreamspinner Press!
Excerpt:
IAN COAXED his ancient Toyota into the parking spot next to Kaneโs Accord and shut off the engine. He was exhausted. Heโd gotten into a fight with the IT director again, was given another project to work on with the database developer whom he hated with a passion, and had been forced to sit through no less than three completely useless meetings in the afternoon. All he wanted to do was eat something and go kill something. Not necessarily in that order.
He dragged himself out of the car and locked it, tossing his bag over his shoulder. He trudged up the steps, giving a halfhearted wave at their elderly neighbor, a sweet old lady not entirely with it anymore. She was out on her balcony in little more than a nightgown, watering nearly dead plants. She smiled a wide, toothless smile and he gave a weak smile back.
He finally made it to the apartment door on the third floor. He slammed the door deliberately so Kane would know he was home, then kicked off his shoes, hung his keys up, and shed his jacket. He put it in the closet before heading down the hall.
Their living room wasnโt all that big, but they didnโt care. Half of it was taken up with their computer desks, stuffed next to each other and covering one entire wall. Opposite them was the large flat screen TV and entertainment center, complete with all three major gaming consoles, a home theater system, and large collection of movies and games. In front of the TV, between it and their desks, was the one piece of furniture theyโd spent any real money on: their couch. Theyโd had more than a few friends crash with them, and theyโd finally broken down and bought a decent one for them to sleep on. It had certainly come in handy a few times when theyโd decided to fuck there in the living room too.
Ian shook his head at the thought and turned his attention to Kane. He had his headphones on and there was a battle going on the screen, one hand was on the keyboard, and the other was on the mouse.
โNo, goddammit! He wasโฆ fuck. What do you mean youโre out of power? Thatโs not what I see! Justโฆ send in the pet. Fine. Look, weโre in the bottom of fucking Moria. You canโt fuck around like that!โ
Ian leaned against the wall, crossing his arms, and watched the battle. There were way too many enemies for Kaneโs groupโhe could see that from there.
โGoddammit!โ Kane shouted, ripping his headphones off and throwing them onto the desk.
โPick-up group?โ Ian asked.
Kane spun around, and Ian glanced over Kaneโs shoulder to see his characterโs corpse lying on the ground. โYeah. Why do I get into them again?โ
Ian shook his head. โI donโt know. Theyโre not usually that bad in Middle-earth, though, are they?โ
โNo, which is why Iโm so pissed.โ He sighed. โMust be the daytime players.โ
โWant to order in tonight?โ Ian asked, crossing the room to stand next to his friend.
โChinese?โ Kane looked up hopefully, and Ian laughed.
โSure. If we can order from the place that does the sushi too.โ
โDone!โ Kane grinned and snatched at the menu he kept pinned to the small bulletin board over his desk. โHow was your day?โ he asked as he looked over the menu.
Ian sighed. โLong. Meetings all damned afternoon. I hate meetings. I hate people. And, um, donโt you have to deal with your group?โ He pointed at the screen.
Kane shook his head. โNo, I dropped it. I should port back, though.โ He turned back to the computer and clicked a few things. His corpse revived, the pretty green swirls surrounded him, and the loading screen came up, complete with a twenty-four-inch version of a spider.
Ian shuddered and looked away. Instead, he turned to inspect his friend. He could tell something was bubbling under the olive skin and nearly black eyes. He knew it was very likely the old job, the new job hunt, and the frustration Kane was likely feeling over it. Kane always thought too much, spent way too much mental energy worrying about things.
โDid you work out today?โ he asked, giving in and playing with a bit of Kaneโs shaggy ebony hair.
โYeah,โ Kane said, and that one syllable told Ian enough: that while the workout might have done some, it most certainly wasnโt enough. He knew Kane would have gotten started on what he had to do, would have done what he felt he needed to, and hated every second of it. He was likely worried about money and not looking forward to working for another bullshit company with bullshit politics and bullshit people.
He knew his friend well.
Theyโd been friends since they were six. Heโd met Kane one hot summer day behind his house, and from that point on, Kane had just always been there.
Kane spun back around in his chair and surprised Ian. He wrapped his arms around Ianโs waist and pulled until they were tight against each other, burying his face in Ianโs stomach.
โKane?โ
Itโs not that they never hugged or touched. They didโquite often, in fact, for two people who werenโt committed lovers, but this wasโฆ different.
โSorry. Justโฆ.โ He didnโt continue, instead shook his head a little.
At a loss for what to do, Ian wrapped his arms around Kaneโs shoulders.
They stayed that way for a few moments, and then Kane pulled back. โIโm sorry. Just overthinking things today.โ He peered up at Ian. โAnd youโre tired. Letโs get dinner ordered. Want to play for a while?โ
Ian considered him for a moment. As much as he wanted to log in and play too, he knew Kaneโs current state of mind was not conducive to making any kind of progress. Theyโd end up dying more than once; then theyโd get frustrated over it. Death in the game was relatively painless, but it was still annoying and inconvenient. Which would only serve to make things worse.
Maybe what he needed was another type altogether. โMaybe. Maybe what you need is a different kind of play tonight.โ Ian watched Kaneโs eyes. His pupils expanded just a bit and his breathing quickened. โWould you like that, pet?โ
โYes, Sir.โ Kaneโs voice was clear and deferent, his eyes dropping away.
Ianโs own breath quickened and he worked to get hold of himself. โVery well. Strip, get the cushion, and get on your knees. Wait here for me.โ
โYes, Sir,โ Kane answered, voice already rough with anticipation, and as Ian stepped away, he hurried to obey.
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About Grace:
Grace Duncan grew up with a wild imagination. She told stories from an early age โ many of which got her into trouble. Eventually, she learned to channel that imagination into less troublesome areas, including fanfiction, which is what has led her to writing male/male erotica.
A gypsy in her own right, Grace has lived all over the United States. She has currently set up camp in East Texas with her husband and children โ both the human and furry kind.
As one of those rare creatures who loves research, Grace can get lost for hours on the internet, reading up on any number of strange and different topics. She can also be found writing fanfiction, reading fantasy, crime, suspense, romance and other erotica or even dabbling in art.
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