What is L.A. Witt Currently Working on?
Currently I’m working on a new contemporary military series revolving around a fictional Navy base on the Oregon coast. The series is called Anchor Point, and the first two books will be available from Riptide toward the end of the year. I’m also hoping to have a new BDSM novel available in early 2017. In between working on those, I’ve got a couple of screenplays in the works, including a collaborative project that I can’t discuss yet. 😉
Title: Hiatus by L.A. Witt
Publisher: Samhain Publishing, Ltd
Genre: Contemporary, M/M, Erotic, Romance, Menage
Three’s a disaster when things come unraveled.
Rock star Nate Keller is on top of the world, but his headlining tour has one drawback. It keeps him away from his boyfriends, Theo and Cameron, for weeks at a time. Yet after four-and-a-half years—and a lot of hard work—the trio is still going strong.
But then Cam comes to visit with devastating news. After seventeen years together, he and Theo have agreed to a trial separation. Nate tries desperately to fix his lovers’ broken relationship, but there’s only so much he can do from the road.
At home, Cam tries to carry on, but feels like his whole life is spiraling out of control. Theo struggles to cope with the split as his depression worsens. They’re both spinning their wheels, quickly losing hope they can keep it together—and keep the man they both still love.
Desperate, Nate drops everything in a last-ditch attempt to pull their trio back together before they hit rock bottom. Except their love could already be shattered beyond repair.
Product Warnings: Contains two men who must face how broken they are before they can fix their failing marriage, and the man who loves them both—but doesn’t know how to save them.
A lump rose in my throat. How long had this been going on? How bad was it? They were fine three weeks ago. Right?
For the longest time, neither of us spoke. I worked at his muscles as much as I could. He’d taught me a few things—how to release a particularly stubborn knot, how to avoid tiring my hands out too much—but I would never be as good at this as he was. Still, the muscles did seem to loosen a little bit. My hands were already tired from tonight’s performance, and my guitar calluses were probably scratchy as hell on his skin, but I didn’t stop and he didn’t complain.
Eventually, he rolled his shoulders beneath my hands and sat up. “Thanks. That felt really good.”
“Don’t mention it.” I sat beside him on the edge of the bed again. “So, what happens now?”
Eyes closed, Cam lay back. I did the same, but shifted so I was on my side. I rested my hand on his chest, and he put his over the top of it.
A solid minute passed. Finally, he opened his eyes and, staring unfocused at the ceiling, he spoke. “He’s staying with Zach and Taylor for now.”
I pressed my lips together but said nothing. Theo and his brother barely tolerated each other. If things were bad enough with Cam to make that place more appealing… Fuck.
“We’re…sort of taking a week or two to regroup. We’re not seeing each other. Or talking.”
“What happens when that week or two is up?”
Cam rubbed the back of his neck. “We’ll talk. See…see where we go from there.”
I furrowed my brow. “That doesn’t seem like much of a plan.”
He turned toward me, forehead creasing. “I don’t know what else to do.”
For the second time tonight, my heart hit the ground. The pain in his voice cut me to the bone, as did that slight shine in his eyes.
I squeezed his hand and brought it to my lips. “God, I am so sorry, Cam.”
“Me too.” The words were almost inaudible, as if they weren’t even meant for me.
“I wish I knew what to say right now.”
“There isn’t much that can be said.” He turned onto his side, propping himself up on his arm. “It is what it is.”
But what it is doesn’t make sense.
“Is there anything I can do?” Could I have sounded any more useless?
“You’re here.” He touched my face and managed a weak smile. “Even with all this shit—especially with all this shit—I’ve missed you.”
“I’ve missed you too. I just…wasn’t expecting…”
“I know.” He sighed. “I’m sorry we blindsided you with it. We really were trying to work things out, but…”
There were so many questions on the tip of my tongue. Who’d initiated the separation? Why? How long had this been going on? Did he think it was forever? Were they just taking a break, a hiatus, a moment to catch their breath before they realized they were still in love? Was he going to be okay? Was Theo?
But Cam already looked like he was near a breaking point. He obviously hadn’t slept. The last thing he needed was for me to give him the third degree about the bomb he’d just dropped. Neither of them were breaking up with me. This separation was about them, not me, and grilling him wouldn’t do anyone any good.
I didn’t know what to say.
Cam, however, took in a breath and met my eyes. His fingertips trembled against my cheek. “I’m sorry about all this.
And I came here because I thought you deserved to hear it in person. But also…” The corner of his mouth twitched as if he were barely keeping a handle on his emotions. “Also because I needed to see you. I…I just need you.”
“I’m here.” I cupped his face. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“Thank you.” He slid his hand into my hair, drew me in, and kissed me.
L.A. Witt is an abnormal M/M romance writer who has finally been released from the purgatorial corn maze of Omaha, Nebraska, and now spends her time on the southwestern coast of Spain. In between wondering how she didn’t lose her mind in Omaha, she explores the country with her husband, several clairvoyant hamsters, and an ever-growing herd of rabid plot bunnies. She also has substantially more time on her hands these days, as she has recruited a small army of mercenaries to search South America for her nemesis, romance author Lauren Gallagher, but don’t tell Lauren. And definitely don’t tell Lori A. Witt or Ann Gallagher. Neither of those twits can keep their mouths shut…