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If you’ve been following the tour, you’ve seen an earlier part of this scene, where Nate misjudges his aim and injures his thumb while bisecting a crab. Here, Seth gets to play doctor (no, not that way!).
Nate let Seth lead him indoors, where the broth simmering on the stove perfumed the air with the aromas of garlic and fennel and tomato. “Pills are in the cabinet next to the refrigerator. I’ll get—”
“No you won’t. First we’re washing crab guts off our hands and then you’ll sit.” He towed Nate to the sink, flicking his arm with a finger when Nate tried to take over and wash his own hands. “Let me do it. You really suck at letting someone take care of you.”
“Sorry. Haven’t had a lot of practice.” But it’s nice. The way Seth knew how to be gentle with his throbbing thumb, but still manhandled him around the kitchen to park him on a barstool.
Seth retrieved the Advil from the cabinet and shook out a couple of gel caps. “Why is that? I mean, everyone has some experience being babied. You were in two relationships, after all.”
“Jorge was more into being cared for, not doing the caregiving himself. And Nara was all about self-sufficiency, for both of us. She told me she didn’t think either of us really needed anybody else, which was why we were good together.”
“Bullshit.” Seth thumped a glass of water on the counter and handed over the pills. “Everybody needs somebody sometime.”
Nate managed a smile before he downed the meds. “Isn’t that some corny song lyric from the fifties?”
“Of course it is. Sometimes corny songs have a line on reality. But c’mon, how insane is that? People are social. We need others so we don’t all turn into the Unabomber.” He filled a plastic bag with some of the crushed ice from their cooler and wrapped it in a towel. “Ice your thumb while I clean the rest of the crab.”
“That doesn’t seem fair—you did most of the work on the boat too.”
“I’m not keeping score. Besides, if that cioppino tastes as good as the broth smells right now, I think I’m coming out ahead. But you’re required to hang out with me while I work. Nara may be all independent and I-am-an-island, but I like a little more company.”
“Sure, I can do that.” The ice had numbed his thumb enough that he wasn’t seeing spots anymore. Tonight might be a little rough and uncomfortable, but he’d definitely had worse. He followed Seth outside. The sun had dropped behind the trees, and Nate shivered a little in the chill.
Seth stopped next to the picnic table and planted his fists on his hips. “Nate, what’s wrong with this picture?”
“Is this a test? I have to remind you that I’m injured. I may not be firing on all cylinders.”
“I think you can handle this one. Take a look.” Nate moved closer to Seth and looked over his shoulder. Only half a crab remained on the table. “I kinda doubt Bluewater Bay is infested with zombie crabs as well as werewolves.”
“Tarkus!” No response, and the dog was nowhere in the yard. Nate peered under the deck. Sure enough, Tarkus was settled down between the posts, the half-crab in his paws. He nosed it tentatively, as if he didn’t know what to do with it.
Seth bent over next to Nate, chuckling. “The shell’s gonna be a problem. He should have waited until I finished cleaning it before he snitched it.”
“What can I say? He’s an opportunist, but he’s got a brain the size of a tennis ball. I don’t think planning is one of his strengths.” Nate stood up. “I don’t think we can get him to give it back though.”
“Good, ‘cause I don’t want it after it’s been under there. We’ll have enough for dinner without it.” Seth picked up the machete with a flourish. “Now. Watch me work.”
My pleasure. So he did.
Title: For a Good Time, Call… by Anne Tenino & E.J. Russell
Bluewater Bay Series Book Seventeen
Publisher: Riptide Publishing
Genre: Contemporary, M/M, Romance, Mystery
Length: 358 pages/Word Count: 95,000
Thirty-seven-year-old Nate Albano’s second relationship ever ended three years ago, and since he’s grace—gray asexual—he doesn’t anticipate beating the odds to find a third. Still, he’s got his dog, his hobbies, and his job as a special effects technician on Wolf’s Landing, so he can’t complain—much.
Seth Larson, umpteenth generation Bluewater Bay, is the quintessential good-time guy, content with tending bar and being his grandmother’s handyman. The night they meet, Seth’s looking for some recreational sex to escape family drama. But for Nate, romantic attraction comes before sexual attraction, so while Seth thinks they’re hooking up, Nate just wants to talk . . . genealogy?
So they declare a “just friends” truce. Then Seth asks for Nate’s help investigating a sinister Larson family secret, and their feelings start edging way beyond platonic. But Nate may want more than Seth can give him, and Seth may not be able to leave his good-time image behind. Unless they can find a way to merge carefree with commitment, they could miss out on true love—the best time of all.
Purchase Link: Riptide Publishing
About Bluewater Bay
Welcome to Bluewater Bay! This quiet little logging town on Washington state’s Olympic Peninsula has been stagnating for decades, on the verge of ghost town status. Until a television crew moves in to film Wolf’s Landing, a soon-to-be cult hit based on the wildly successful shifter novels penned by local author Hunter Easton.
Wolf’s Landing’s success spawns everything from merchandise to movie talks, and Bluewater Bay explodes into a mecca for fans and tourists alike. The locals still aren’t quite sure what to make of all this—the town is rejuvenated, but at what cost? And the Hollywood-based production crew is out of their element in this small, mossy seaside locale. Needless to say, sparks fly.
This collaborative story world is brought to you by eleven award-winning, best-selling LGBTQ romance authors: L.A. Witt, L.B. Gregg, Z.A. Maxfield, Heidi Belleau, Rachel Haimowitz, Anne Tenino, Amy Lane, SE Jakes, G.B. Gordon, Jaime Samms and Ally Blue. Each contemporary novel stands alone, but all are built around the town and the people of Bluewater Bay and the Wolf’s Landingmedia empire.
Check out Bluewater Bay! http://www.riptidepublishing.com/titles/universe/bluewater-bay
E.J. Russell holds a BA and an MFA in theater, so naturally she’s spent the last three decades as a financial manager, database designer, and business-intelligence consultant. After her twin sons left for college and she no longer spent half her waking hours ferrying them to dance class, she returned to her childhood love of writing fiction. Now she wonders why she ever thought an empty nest meant leisure.
E.J. lives in rural Oregon with her curmudgeonly husband, the only man on the planet who cares less about sports than she does. She enjoys visits from her wonderful adult children, and indulges in good books, red wine, and the occasional hyperbole.
Catalyzed by her discovery of LGBTQ romance, Anne Tenino left the lucrative fields of art history, non-profit fundraising, and domestic engineering to follow her dream of become a starving romance author. For good or ill, her snarky, silly, quasi-British sense of humor came along for the ride.
Anne applies her particular blend of romance, comedy and gay protagonists to contemporary, scifi and paranormal tales. Her works have won awards, she’s been featured in RT Book Reviews, and has achieved bestseller status on Amazon’s gay romance list.
Born and raised in Oregon, Anne lives in Portland with her husband and two kids, who have all taken a sacred oath to never read her books. She can usually be found at her computer, procrastinating.
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