Author Name: G.R. George/Renee George
Book Name: Dirty Martini 2: The
Screwdriver
Series: The Other Team
Book: Eight
This book should be read after Dirty
Martini, but it is suggested that the series be read in order as characters recur throughout.
Goodreads Link: https://www.goodreads.com/Renee_George
Publisher: Book Boutique
Cover Artist: Renee George
Release
Date: March 7, 2016
Blurb:
Marty Lincoln
and Chris Lawson are only happy when they’re in each other’s arms.
Unfortunately, their relationship remains long-distance as Marty completes his
final months in the Army. Chris has a new and challenging job that keeps him
busy, but he yearns every day for Marty. Marty suffers from PTSD and needs
Chris as his anchor. Time apart feeds the doubts each man harbors as they deal
with their tragic pasts and try to hold on to the love blooming between them.
Will fear make them give up before they even get started? Or will love find a
way?
Pages or Words: 76 pages, 19,000 words
Categories: Contemporary, Gay Fiction,
M/M Romance, Romance
Excerpt:
Mid-August…
Marty
pulled up into the parking lot of Chris’s apartment complex in his mid-sized
rental car. The evening heat and humidity clung to his skin. He and Chris had
talked at least three times a week since that first phone call a month earlier,
but he’d really wanted to see the man again. They’d decided to meet up on
Chris’s first weekend off since becoming day manager at the bar. Marty had the
jitters. What if they didn’t have the same chemistry? The same spark? All their
intimacies since June had been via phone.
Chris
had suggested video chat, but Marty had been too much of a chicken. Living in
the military made a man paranoid about privacy. He pulled his tee shirt at the
collar to let in some air, mustering his courage. The heat exacerbated the oily
scent of the recently tarred parking lot. He smiled, remembering the choice
words Chris had about the tar sticking to his tires. The outside steps leading
to the second floor were concrete. Marty gripped the metal railing. His leg
ached as he walked the flight to apartment 3B.
He
bit his upper lip, running his fingers through his hair, as he stood at the
door. His stomach ached with a misery born of anticipation and fear. His
impulse was to bang down the door, but instead, he simply knocked. Twice.
The
door opened. Chris smiled. “You made it.” Chris wore a kiwi-green tee shirt
that brightened the green in his hazel eyes and a pair of low-slung jeans that
hugged his narrow hips. His chestnut hair was neatly combed, and his narrow,
angular face was clean shaven.
“You
look nice,” Marty said.
Chris
stepped back inside his apartment. “Come in. You’ve had a long trip. The
bathroom is the door across the way.” There were two doors off the living room.
Chris pointed the nearest one. “If you need to use it.”
“I’m
fine,” Marty said. The living room and kitchen were combined in the small
apartment. Chris had a blue couch, a coffee table, a recliner, and a small flat
screen on a stand across the room from the couch in the living room. The
kitchen had a three-by-three wooden table, four chairs, a fridge, dishwasher,
sink, stove, and limited counter and cabinet space. The place wouldn’t win any
decorating awards, but it was clean.
“Do
you want to sit down?” Chris asked.
“Sure.”
Marty felt let down by Chris’s mild reaction. He wasn’t sure what he’d
expected, but this congenial greeting hadn’t been it. “It’s good to see you.”
“You too,” Chris said. “Can I get you a drink? Beer? Wine?”
“Sure. I’ll take whatever beer you have.” He watched Chris
open the fridge and heard the telltale clinking of bottles.
Chris brought two beers into the living room. The bottles
hissed as he popped the tops with an opener. He sat on the couch next to Marty.
“Here you go.”
The cold bottle sweated against his hot, clammy hands. He
swigged the beer, glad to have a reason not to talk for a moment. They’d talked
so much on the phone over the past month that he’d assumed they’d never run out
of things to say.
“So,” Chris said. “Long drive, huh?”
Wow, this conversation really was going nowhere. “Is
everything okay?”
“Yeah,” Chris said. “Yes, of course. Why? Is everything okay
with you?”
“Sure.” Marty scratched at the small hole near the knee of his jeans. “Good.” Why was this so
goddamn hard? He turned to Chris and waited for Chris to meet his gaze.
They both laughed nervously.
“Maybe you should kiss me,” Marty said.
Buy the book:
Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01CC2JSCE
Amazon CA: http://www.amazon.ca/dp/B01CC2JSCE
Meet the author:
G.R. George is
the pen name for USA Today Bestselling author Renee George's GLBT urban
fantasy, paranormal romance, erotic romance, contemporary romance, and romantic
comedy books that highlight varying themes including ménage, gay and bisexual
relationships. A published author since 2005, she has written and published
over 30 books in the past decade. Accolades include: EcataRomance Award for
Best Paranormal Erotic Romance and Best Gay Erotic Romance and a Literary Nymph
Blush Award for Best Paranormal Romance.
Where to find the author:
Facebook Author Page: https://www.facebook.com/theotherteamclub/
Twitter: @reneegeorge2008
Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/reneegeorge12/
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