Happy Birthday to you… Best wishes to Amber for a happy, healthy year to come.
Since it’s your birthday month, I’m bringing presents for your readers! One lucky commenter will win a $10.00 gift certificate for Amazon, where they can purchase either of my new releases, Hell on Wheels or My Cowboy Homecoming, or anything they choose. Three other commenters can choose an ebook from my backlist. Winners will be announced on Monday December 1st, here in the comments and on my blog page, www.zamaxfield.com/zam-i-am/
Holy cow! What a year we’ve had. 2014 was really busy for me. I went to RT, RWA, Gayromlit, The Northwest m/m romance writers’ meet-up, and Bent-Con. I’m pretty sure I saw Amber at a few of those…
All the while we were both busy writing, and now, with the world’s most awkward timing, I have not one but two books coming out this week, Hell On Wheels available HERE from Riptide Publishing on the first of December, and My Cowboy Homecoming, available HERE from Berkley Intermix on the second.
I picked an excerpt from Hell On Wheels to share with you today. Spencer Kepler Constantine is used to getting some unusual reactions from fans of Wolf’s Landing, but he doesn’t always know what to do with them…
From the outside, Holly’s Haus of Imports didn’t look like much more than a long, gray warehouse with offices situated in one corner and a place to drive cars through a rolling fence at the other end. Beyond that, there were four garage bays. Spencer didn’t see Nash, nor did he see any sign of life coming from inside the building, but the sign on the door read Open.
He entered and let his eyes adjust to the grim fluorescent lighting. There was no one at the reception desk. He peeked down the long hallway. Not a soul in sight.
He rang the bell. Nothing happened.
Someone had to be there because from behind the walls, he heard what he imagined were the sounds of labor in an auto shop—air-powered tools and a boom box playing Linkin Park. He leaned over the counter and saw a tiny office to the right and, farther down the long corridor, an employees-only door.
The office was little more than a disorganized jumble of filing cabinets and shelves piled high with books and photographs and only God knew what. He edged over to peer inside and saw a teenage girl with headphones on.
“Ah, miss?” He made his way carefully around the counter and stepped toward the office door. It really was a frightful mess. The girl seemed to be singing while she worked, studying from a book and typing into a computer. She was a pretty little thing, dressed in a school uniform of the plaid-skirted variety, seated in a sporty teal-blue wheelchair.
She didn’t hear him. Didn’t notice him standing there at all. He edged inside, trying not to startle her. For a moment or so he stood there like an ass. When that failed to get her attention, he leaned over so he was in her field of vision.
“Hello, can you help me? I’m—”
“Oh my God.” She clutched her heart with both hands.
He pulled himself upright again, already uncomfortable. “Er . . . no. You’re thinking of Tom Hiddleston.”
That response always got him a laugh at Comic-Con. This girl just eyed him with shock for one more second and then let out an earsplitting scream.
Here’s the official blurb for Hell On Wheels:
Nash is the reliable one in the Holly family, the guy everyone counts on to keep things going. His genius twin brother is off at university, so Nash runs the family’s auto repair business and cares for his partially-paralyzed little sister while his crackpot father invents. His life seems mapped out for the foreseeable future, however much that might chafe.
So when Wolf’s Landing actor Spencer Kepler-Constantine lands in his life, Nash is ready for a diversion. Spencer is in the middle of a very painful, very public divorce and isn’t ready for a relationship—not that Nash wants one. But they both need a friend, especially one with benefits.
As they grow closer, Nash starts to see his family in a whole new light. Do they really need him so badly? Or does he simply need to be needed? Then Spencer’s ex reappears with a grand romantic gesture, and Nash has to figure out what he wants—and how to get it—before Spencer’s gone for good.
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About the Author
Z.A. Maxfield started writing in 2007 on a dare from her children and never looked back. Pathologically disorganized, and perennially optimistic, she writes as much as she can, reads as much as she dares, and enjoys her time with family and friends. Three things reverberate throughout all her stories: Unconditional love, redemption, and the belief that miracles happen when we least expect them.
If anyone asks her how a wife and mother of four can find time for a writing career, she’ll answer, “It’s amazing what you can accomplish if you give up housework.”