Monday, 20 June 2016

#samplesunday - DRIFTING SANDS

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In a celebration of everything #LGBTQ and #Pride2016 month, we are only highlighting the amazing LGBTQ stories we publish. Proving that there is no denying—"love is love." 

Today we're previewing MM Mystery Romance Drifting Sands from C.J. Baty, Book One in the Warfield Hotel Mysteries. 

As he approaches his fortieth birthday, Justin Warfield feels alone, drifting like the sand that blows along the beach near his family’s hotel. He has done exactly as his father wanted. Married the right girl and carried on the family tradition of running the Warfield Hotel. On paper things seem perfect, but happiness hasn’t been a part of his life for a very long time.

Marcus Drummond once spent a summer with his best friend Peter at the Warfield Hotel and fell hard for Peter’s much older brother. Five years later he’s back, and this time hopes that Justin will see him as more than his kid brother’s friend.

Sparks fly when the two meet again, but there are a few things standing in their way. The closet that Justin has himself buried in and someone on a killing spree, dumping bodies on the Warfield beach . . . victims that indicate Justin may be involved in some way.

Please enjoy this sample chapter from the book . . . 


MARCUS DRUMMOND SAT at the far end of the small bar in the Warfield Hotel . . . waiting. Peter had gone upstairs to wait for his brother in case he went straight to his suite after attending the anniversary party. They hadn’t made it in time. Peter had felt his brother was going to need him, so they had driven as quickly as the speed limits would allow.

He called Robert, the bartender, over. He was huge, well over six feet, with wide shoulders and biceps that bulged in the sleeves of the shirt he was wearing. Marcus should have felt intimidated by him, but Robert had a soft smile and had spoken kindly when Marcus first sat down. He ordered another drink, knowing he was going to need it.

It was almost five years since Marcus first met Justin Warfield. Five years since the man had turned his world upside down. Years of comparing every man he dated or had sex with to this one man he couldn’t have. He’d never been able to share how he felt with anyone, not even Peter, his best friend. Though it had been after that one fateful trip to the Warfield that Marcus had confessed to his friend that he was gay.

Peter and Marcus had met their freshman year of college. Marcus had sat out two years after high school to stay home with his mother. Cancer had robbed her of her health, and Marcus hadn’t wanted to lose a day with her. She’d died the summer before he met Peter. Even though Marcus was older, the two boys had shared the loss of family. They’d forged a kinship over a love of old sci-fi movies and pizza and built it into a strong friendship. More like brothers than friends. When Marcus had admitted to Peter that he was gay, Peter had assured him it made no difference to him.

Peter had wanted the two most important people in his life to know each other, so Marcus went home with him to Beaufort over spring break. It was over dinner their first night at the Warfield that Marcus saw Justin for the first time. Dressed in an expensive suit made to fit his body like a silk glove, he’d moved through the dining room of the hotel greeting guests and speaking with everyone.

He was so good looking. His skin, kissed by the sun from daily exposure, was golden in hue. Like Peter, Justin was tall, six feet easily, and muscled. Wide shoulders accentuated a narrow waist and legs that seemed to go on forever.

It was his face, though, that caught Marcus and wouldn’t let him go. Sandy-blond hair parted to one side and neatly trimmed cupped his face and showed off high cheekbones. Eyes the color of the sea—it was almost impossible to call them green or blue, the color was so blended—framed a strong, straight nose. His lips, slightly pinker than his tanned skin, formed the most incredible smile, showing perfect, even white teeth. He was everything Marcus had ever dreamed of, and he didn’t even know Marcus was alive. Besides, he was married and straight, or so Marcus had thought at the time.

Marcus was now embarrassed to admit that he had spied on Justin when he took his daily run on the beach at dawn. Hiding in the dunes, he watched the older man as he exercised. Muscles bunched and stretched as Justin’s feet beat a path along the ocean’s edge. Marcus had been a kid, barely twenty-one years old, and the sight of Justin set his lust on fire.

It was two years later that he discovered Justin was also gay. Marcus came back to their dorm room late one night to find Peter extremely distraught. It took a while, but he finally figured out that Justin had called and some drama had taken place between Justin and his wife. Peter eventually explained the whole ordeal about how Caroline had walked in on Justin and his lover, who happened to be a man. When Marcus expressed surprise over the situation, Peter went on to explain how his father had manipulated Justin, and how he was forced into a marriage he hadn’t wanted.

As if his thoughts had conjured him, the man himself stepped into the bar. He stopped at the opposite end from where Marcus sat to speak to the bartender.

Robert handed Justin a tumbler filled with amber liquid, and Marcus watched as Justin tipped back the glass.

Justin groaned slightly as he emptied the glass in one long swallow. Marcus watched as the other man’s Adam’s apple bobbed with the motion and felt his cock harden.

“Damn, I should have ordered whatever it is you’re having,” Marcus said aloud, not really meaning to, before he could stop himself.

Setting the glass down on the bar, Justin turned towards him. Marcus thought his face hadn’t changed much from the last time he had seen him. There were a few lines around his eyes, and he looked as if he hadn’t slept well for a couple of nights, but Marcus still felt drawn to Justin. A smile lifted one corner of Justin’s mouth, and for a moment Marcus thought he recognized him.

“Well, maybe you should try it for the next round,” Justin said. His eyes roamed over Marcus’s body, and the younger man could almost swear that he felt it physically touch him.

Justin tipped his head toward Robert, and the bartender poured two more whiskey and waters, pushing one toward Justin and bringing the other to Marcus. He glared at Marcus as he set the drink before him. That’s strange. Robert was really friendly to me before, he thought. Justin lifted the glass in a “here’s to you” motion and downed the drink.

Marcus tried to swallow the strong liquid, but it stuck in his throat and he choked on it. The whiskey burned more than his usual rum and Coke. Sputtering and wiping tears from his eyes, he looked up to see Justin trying to hide a smile and stifle his laughter. It was worth the embarrassment and pain to see him smiling like that, so Marcus just laughed back.

Justin took one step toward where Marcus was seated and then hesitated. It looked as if he’d suddenly remembered something, and his gaze skirted the room nervously.

Blue and red lights flashed through the windows that faced the beach, and everyone in the room moved closer to see what was happening. Several police jeeps were headed toward the north end of the beach.

Marcus could feel Justin standing behind him. The scent of his cologne, woodsy and spicy, assaulted him, making him want. It reminded him of the last time they had stood this close together.

“Justin? What the hell’s going on out there,” Peter’s voice called from the main entrance of the bar.

“Peter? When did you get here?” Justin moved to grab his brother and hug him close. The two men locked arms around each other and held on for a minute.

The sounds of sirens and an emergency squad vehicle passing by the window broke up the brother’s reunion. The other people in the bar began to move around and push past Marcus on their way outside to see what was going on. Justin and Peter moved along with the crowd trying to get ahead of it as they went. Marcus took up the rear of the procession wondering what Justin would have said to him had they not been interrupted by the commotion on the beach.

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C. J. Baty lives in southwest Ohio. Her heart, however, lives in the mountains of Tennessee where she hopes to retire some day. The mountains have always provided her with inspiration and a soothing balm to the stresses of everyday life.

The dream of writing her own stories started in high school but was left on the back burner of life until her son introduced her to fan fiction and encouraged her to give it a try. She found that her passion for telling a story was still there and writing them down to share with others was much more thrilling than she had ever expected.

She has a loving and supportive family who don't mind fixing their own meals when she is in the middle of a story, and a network of friends who have encouraged and cheered her on in her quest of being an author.

One thing she has learned from life and she is often heard to say is: “You are never too old to follow your dream!

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