Title: Cozzi Cove: New Beginnings
Series: Cozzi Cove, book 4
Author: Joe Cosentino
Publisher: NineStar Press
Release
Date: March 27
Heat
Level: 3 - Some Sex
Pairing: Male/Male
Length: 55600
Genre: Romance, LGBT, gay, romance, contemporary, humor, disability,
vacation resort, New Jersey, beach/shore, religion, children
Synopsis
Cozzi Cove, Book 4
Welcome back to the romantic and magical
place called Cozzi Cove, seven guest bungalows on the New Jersey Shore.
This summer, Cal and his new husband,
Michael, along with sister, Taylor, and her wife, Carla, prepare for the first
in the next generation of Cozzis. To add to the action: Cal finds his
great-grandfather’s diary, exposing a shocking surprise; Michael and Taylor
weigh new job opportunities that could take them far away from Cozzi Cove;
red-letter Christian and new houseboy, Billy Dean, gets his wish when meeting
Jesus and John at the cove; summer guest, Nijad, can’t decide which sibling he
prefers—Annabel or Andrew; and Jonathan, an occult enthusiast, encounters a
sexy vampire.
As usual, nothing is as it seems when
romance blossoms once again at Cozzi Cove. What secrets, mysteries, and
passions lie waiting to unfold? Find out in Book Four of the Cozzi Cove series.
Excerpt
Cozzi Cove: New Beginnings
Joe Cosentino © 2017
All Rights Reserved
The sun rose like an erupting volcano
filling the sky with shafts of violet, magenta, and gold, which ultimately
turned to clear blue. Cal Cozzi stood on the white sand and gazed at the old
lighthouse in the distance. At thirty-three, he was in the prime of his life,
with thick auburn hair, clear green eyes, and a trim athletic build. Life was
good, and as he smiled at the foamy waves teasing the craggy shore, Cal basked
in the morning sun and in the beauty of his home.
Cal’s great-grandfather, Calvin Cozzi I,
had built the resort at Cozzi Cove and had had a big hand in the development of
the town of Cozzi. It had always been home for Cal, and proved to be a solid
oasis when as a young man his football and later restaurant careers failed, and
nine years ago when his parents died in a car accident. He’d especially felt
its comfort when he later lost his husband of five years to cancer. Like the
bay water rejuvenated by the golden rays of each sunrise, Cal had put his life
back together by managing Cozzi Cove and marrying Michael Rodgers.
Michael, clad in a T-shirt and shorts
like Cal, appeared at the front doorway of the main bungalow. His stocky build,
caramel-colored skin, exotic eyes, and warm smile still caused Cal’s heart to
beat faster.
“I’m hungry.”
“Then you’d better make breakfast.” Cal
enjoyed playing with Michael.
Michael liked it too. “If you make
blueberry buckwheat pancakes, I’ll give you a massage.”
“You massaged something pretty well last
night.”
They shared a knowing smile.
Michael said, “I know how to get you
inside.”
“How?”
“The guests will be arriving soon.”
At these words, Cal hurried inside the
glass-enclosed porch, scooped the twenty-two-year-old into his arms, squeezed
Michael’s bubble butt, and gave him a good morning kiss. Then Cal went through
the living room, passing the doorway to their front bedroom, and into the
kitchen, glancing through the entrances to the rear bedroom and bathroom on the
way. Cal was glad his brother’s renovations of the bungalows had kept his
great-grandfather’s layout while expanding the rooms, including cathedral
ceilings lined with white pine beams. As he gazed at the white wicker and oak
furniture laden with flower-print cushions, Cal was thankful his
great-grandfather’s heavy nautical-themed furniture had found a home in a local
museum. He smiled proudly at his own additions: the prints on the walls
depicting lighthouses, seashells, and rocky beaches.
As usual, Michael leaned on the
granite-topped island while Cal made breakfast. “Aren’t you going to put more
blueberries in the batter?”
Cal raised the mixing spoon. “Do you
want to make these yourself?”
“I prefer to critique.”
Cal mixed the buckwheat flour,
buttermilk, egg, honey, coconut oil, and blueberries in a large bowl. “Your
college degree is in photojournalism, not the culinary arts.”
“A lot of good it did me.”
“Your degree?”
Michael nodded and his soft chestnut
bedhead fell into place. “Four years of college to be a bartender.”
“You’re only a bartender while Tommy is
in New York City.”
“Yeah, and when Tommy comes back from
visiting Blue, it’s bartender’s assistant time again for me.”
Cal poured the batter in circular mounds
on the warm oiled skillet. “What about that gay magazine?”
“It was one freelance job!”
“Something else will turn up.”
“Tell that to my resume on the web. It’s
beginning to feel like a wallflower at a party.”
“It takes time. Photojournalism is a
specialty field.”
Michael pouted. That turned Cal on every
time. He wrapped his arms around Michael and squeezed him into his chest. After
a few wet kisses, Cal said, “You can always help me around Cozzi Cove.”
“I thought you hired a new houseboy when
Connor and his husband opened their bed and breakfast in town.”
“I’m interviewing him this morning.” Cal
smelled the pancakes starting to burn. He grabbed the spatula and quickly
flipped them.
Michael licked his lips. “You flipped me
over like that last night.”
“And you loved it.”
They kissed again.
Cal felt Michael’s erection pressing
against his own. “I’d better concentrate on these pancakes.” He slapped
Michael’s backside. “Instead of these cakes.”
“That’s not what you said last night.”
Cal giggled and served the pancakes.
They sat at the white oak kitchen table, feeding each other and intermittently
licking maple syrup off each other’s chins.
Just as they were finishing breakfast,
Carla Mangione lumbered through the back kitchen door and announced, “If this
watermelon doesn’t come out of the patch soon, I’m going to kill someone.”
“Hey, you’re talking about our
watermelon!” Cal replied as he got up to help her to the table. He put pancakes
on a plate as Michael went to pour juice and milk for her.
“It won’t be soon enough for me.” Carla
rubbed her enormous stomach; she was only thirty-five, but these days looked
more like fifty-five. “I never knew you could get varicose veins on your
stomach.”
“And I’m sure yours are beautiful.” Cal
served Carla breakfast, kissed the top of her dark hair, and took a seat across
from her at the table.
Carla leaned forward to massage her
lower back. “I must be the biggest pregnant woman ever.”
“That’s because you’re carrying our big,
beautiful baby,” Michael said, joining them.
After taking a sip of juice, Carla
gagged. “Why does everything taste like fish or liverwurst?”
“Maybe our baby is the antichrist,” Cal
offered.
Carla took a bite of the pancakes. “What
kind of huge genes do you two guys have?”
“Don’t blame us.” Cal put his arm around
Michael. “It must have been the egg-donor.”
“She must have donated ostrich eggs.”
Carla pushed her plate away.
Michael pushed it back in front of her.
“Eat up, honey. You’re having breakfast for two.”
She looked down at her enormous stomach.
“Really? Do you think?”
Cal finished his juice. “Whatever
happened to, ‘As your dear old friend and sister-in-law, it would be my honor
to help you and Michael bring a child into this world. I can’t think of anyone
who’d make better parents’?”
“That was before I gained forty pounds
and my back started aching constantly—before my breasts swelled up like helium
balloons and my ankles expanded faster than a conservative politician’s pocket
after meeting with a Super PAC.”
Cal fed her another piece of pancake.
“But isn’t it all worth it to bring a new life into the world?”
Carla groaned. “I used to get offended
when people said God was a man. Now I’m sure of it. No woman would put another
woman through this.”
“Did you do your exercises this
morning?” Michael asked.
Carla laughed. “I stopped being able to
see my toes weeks ago.”
“Have you been meditating with your
crystals?” Michael sounded like a teacher with a lazy student.
“I think I threw them at your pictures
when the baby kicked me like a Radio City Rockette. Meanwhile, you two were no
doubt going at it last night like a running back and a wide receiver.”
“A tight end, please,” Michael said as
he handed Carla her glass of milk.
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Meet the
Author
Joe Cosentino was voted 2nd Place
Favorite MM Author of the Year in Divine Magazine’s Readers’ Choice Awards. He
is the author of the Cozzi Cove series: Cozzi Cove: Bouncing Back (Rainbow
Award Honorable Mention/TBR Pile Favorite Book of the Month), Cozzi Cove:
Moving Forward, Cozzi Cove: Stepping Out, Cozzi Cove: New Beginnings (NineStar
Press); the Nicky and Noah mysteries: Drama Queen (Divine Magazine Readers’
Favorite LGBT Mystery Novel, Humorous Novel, and Contemporary Novel), Drama
Muscle (Rainbow Award Honorable Mention), Drama Cruise, Drama Luau, Drama
Detective (Lethe Press); the Dreamspinner Press novellas: In My Heart/An
Infatuation & A Shooting Star (Rainbow Award Honorable Mention), The Naked
Prince and Other Tales from Fairyland (Open Skye Book Reviews Favorite
Audiobook of the Month), A Home for the Holidays; and the Jana Lane mysteries:
Paper Doll, Porcelain Doll, Satin Doll, China Doll, Rag Doll (The Wild Rose
Press). He has appeared in principal acting roles in film, television, and
theatre, opposite stars such as Bruce Willis, Rosie O’Donnell, Nathan Lane,
Holland Taylor, and Jason Robards. Joe is currently Head of the
Department/Professor at a college in upstate New York, and is happily married.
Author
Links
Website: http://www.joecosentino.weebly.com/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/JoeCosen
Giveaway
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