Author Name: A.M. Leibowitz
Book Name: An Act of Devotion
(M/M companion to the F/F book ‘Memoir
in the Making by Adrian J. Smith)
Release
Date: May 1, 2016
Blurb:
Adam Lansing has always relied on his charm
to get by. Sure, he’s starting over—new school, new graduate assistant
position—but he knows he won’t have any trouble working his magic on anyone he
chooses.
Antonio "AJ" Mancuso is deep
inside his own head. He's cool, calm, and confident. Despite all the friends
around him, he often feels like he straddles two worlds. Is there anyone who
could love him for everything that defines him—past and present?
From the first time they meet, Adam is
determined to get gorgeous AJ to notice him. But just as the heat is cranking
up between them, Adam spots AJ with another man. Adam strikes back through a
fling with an ex. When he discovers the truth behind AJ's behavior, he realizes
that his magic won't clean up for him this time.
Pages or Words: 215 pages
Categories: Bisexual, Contemporary, M/M
Romance, New Adult
Excerpt:
Inside the one-floor building, there were half a dozen other
students. Two of them were going through boxes; they looked like undergraduates
on work study. Two were sitting in chairs in the waiting area, probably to see
the nurse practitioner in the back offices. One was flipping through brochures
in the rack on the wall, and the last one was behind the desk. When Adam saw
him, his jaw nearly hit the floor.
The man—because this was absolutely not one of the gangly,
barely-adult boys in abundance on campus—was gorgeous. No, not merely gorgeous.
God-like in his stunning beauty. He was practically a work of art. His skin was
bronze, and he had a mass of thick, almost black hair that lay in heavy waves.
Under long lashes, his dark eyes shone, and his lips were full and pink. He
wasn’t quite clean-shaven, and the light, purposeful stubble oozed attractive
masculinity. Even seeing only his upper body, it was obvious he was muscular
and toned in a way Adam barely aspired to be.
Adam wasn’t one to be overly concerned about the packaging
when it came to love—or lust, as the case might be. Hot people were hot people,
in his opinion. As long as everyone was on the same page with what they wanted,
the particulars of hes or shes or theys were only as important to him as they
were to his partners. In all the years he’d been practicing the science of mate
selection, he was certain he’d never met anyone who had melted his insides as
fast as the man at the desk.
While Adam was busy staring, he stood rooted to the spot,
having forgotten why he was there in the first place. The low throat-clearing
startled him, and he shifted his gaze from Sexy’s torso to his face. The man’s
lips twitched, but he didn’t smile.
“May I help you?” he asked.
“Uh…” Adam mentally slapped himself. He was not one to lose
his words over anyone, no matter how attractive. Time to take control back. He
stepped up to the counter. “Yeah. I need a couple of things.” He lowered his
voice and put on what he hoped was his sexiest expression. “I came in to get
condoms.”
Once again, amusement flashed on the other man’s face. “No
problem. You can leave a donation here.” He shoved a jar forward on the
counter.
Adam almost laughed at the pink paper label taped to the
front. It read, Condoms—Tip Jar. Still feeling off-kilter, he snipped,
“They’re not free?”
“They are. We’re asking for donations because we offer a lot
of free stuff here, and it helps offset the cost when people give a little.” He
looked Adam up and down. “I’m guessing you’re non-traditional or a graduate
student, so maybe you can spare some change.”
Adam sneered, but he reached into his pocket for his wallet.
He withdrew a dollar and stuck it in the jar then held out his hand. The other
man reached under the counter and came back up with one condom, which he
slapped into Adam’s palm.
“You have got to be kidding me. You want me to pay a dollar
per condom? I’m going to need more than one,” Adam huffed. “For less than that
price, I could buy them at the drug store.”
The man laughed. “I’m messing with you. You’re being a huge
dick about making a small donation to the health center, so payback is fair.”
He snorted. “Although, look who thinks he’s such a stud. If you need that many,
why not buy them at the store?”
“Because I live in student housing, and this is more
convenient. If you must know, yes, I have an important date.”
“I’m sure.” The man’s smile was condescending. “Fine.” He
reached under the counter again and came up with a handful of condoms. “Enjoy
them, with my blessing.”
“Whatever.”
Adam stuffed them in his pockets, turned around, and stalked
out of the health center. No matter how hot that guy was, he was an ass, and
Adam didn’t want to stick around for any more of his attitude. He had a date to
get ready for, and guaranteed she would be much better company than the
self-righteous jerk in the center. Which, of course, was exactly why Adam
couldn’t get his handsome face and toned body out of his head.
Meet the author:
A.
M. Leibowitz is a queer spouse, parent, feminist, and book-lover falling
somewhere on the Geek-Nerd Spectrum. Ze keeps warm through the long, cold
western New York winters by writing about life, relationships, hope, and
happy-for-now endings. In between noveling and editing, ze blogs coffee-fueled,
quirky commentary on faith, culture, writing, books, and hir family.
Where to find the author:
Publisher: Supposed Crimes
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Artist: Brent Kessler
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