 Starting over sucks. At forty, Miles Koprowski thought he had life all figured out. He had a nice car, a hot young lover, and a cushy job… and then he didn’t. Call it fate, or karma, or a downturn in the market, but this opinionated cynic is now forced to play rent-a-cop in a dying office building in the burbs just to make ends meet. Throw in an unhinged ex, a coworker who hates him, and a hot new boss, and suddenly everything is uncertain. Miles doesn’t plan on liking the night shift or becoming embroiled in a mystery that reawakens old passions and puts him in danger. And he certainly doesn’t plan on falling for the overbearing head of security, Colton Decker, former soldier and doting dad. But nights like these can change a man, make him start to believe there’s more to life than a high paying job and a warm body in his bed. With a thief on the loose and his new job in jeopardy, Miles will have to decide what’s truly important. He might discover things he never knew he wanted… as long as he makes it through the night. Categories: Gay Fiction, M/M Romance, Mystery Author Bio: CHRIS SCULLY lives in Toronto, Canada where she grew up spinning romantic stories in her head. When the tedium of a corporate day job grew too much, she took a chance and found her creative escape in writing. Always searching for something different, she has discovered a home in M/M romance and strives to give her characters the happy endings they deserve. Author Contact: https://www.facebook.com/chris.scully.author Publisher: Dreamspinner Press Cover Artist: Bree Archer Excerpt: “Why don’t you watch where you’re going, dumb—” I managed to sputter before my mouth stopped working entirely and dropped open. The ability to speak, to think, deserted me at the first sight of the hunky stranger standing in front of me, his face contorted with apology as he tried to mop up my sodden jacket with a handful of napkins. He was a few inches taller than me—closer to six feet—and on the stocky side. His broad shoulders filled out a nicely tailored suit, and he projected an air of confidence that I’d never be able to pull off in a million years. He was clean-shaven too, with a dark buzz cut that made me long to run a hand over his head simply to feel the texture. And gorgeous. Did I happen to mention that? In short, he was the kind of guy you’d want to be stranded with on a deserted island; the kind you could count on to save you. If you were so inclined. Me? I didn’t need saving. A pair of friendly, light-colored eyes now stared back at me, bemused. Odd that his lips were moving, but no sound was coming out. “What?” I asked, blinking back to attention. I couldn’t remember the last time anyone had literally made me speechless. Me, Miles Koprowski, who never met a silence he didn’t want to fill. Hell, I couldn’t recall the last time I’d been on the receiving end of a full-body pat-down either. At least not so quickly. His hands were still drifting over my chest, wiping up the last drips of coffee, and the simple touch was doing alarming things to my heart rate. “Are you okay?” he demanded. “Did you get burned?” Before I could react, he seized my wrist and held my hand up for inspection. Strong, lightly calloused fingers, I added to my mental list. Working hands. Dumbly, I looked down. The skin on the back of my right hand was red and stung like a son of a bitch, but it wasn’t blistering. I did flinch slightly when he skimmed his thumb over the sensitive area, but not from pain, more from the touch itself. My entire body lit up, as though I’d stuck a finger in an electrical socket. “It doesn’t look too bad. I think you’ll live. Put some aloe on it when you get home.” “Doctor?” I croaked, because really, that would be too perfect. “Nope. Just seen a lot of injuries.” His lips twitched with barely contained amusement. “Sorry to disappoint you.” Sense of humor, check. Blogging and what you get out of it I had the opportunity to ask Chris about a blog post she's done that still resonates with her. I think her response would resonate with a lot of people. I am a bad blogger; terrible in fact. When I first started my blog, it was with the intention of chronicling my writing journey, and I planned on updating it at least once month. But for some reason it always falls to the bottom of my priority list. It's mostly my musings on my experiences writing--which is why I don't promote it much--with some self-promotion thrown in when needed, and of course, my freebies. In some ways it's more like a personal journal, and it's interesting for me to go back and read things I wrote two years ago. I have to warn you though--it's pretty sparse. The post that resonates the most for me is only a few months old. It's about staying positive in the face of discouragement. I was in a particularly low place at the time, struggling with this whole writing thing and plagued with self-doubt. Mostly I'm a positive person, but this can be a tough business; sometimes it feels so competitive (and occasionally vindictive) that it's easy to get overwhelmed by that and think you'll never be able to break through. The whole point of writing the post was to remind myself not to give up and to document why I write in the first place. I'm so glad I wrote it because it's still something I look at whenever I feel down or insecure about my writing career (which is often) and generally it works. It's become my mantra. Essentially it boils down to 5 steps that can be repeated as often as needed to get you through those difficult times:
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