Pisces Hooks Taurus by Anyta Sunday
Series: Signs of Love #4
Publisher: Anyta Sunday (self published)
Release Date (Print & Ebook): October 16, 2018
Length (Print & Ebook): 69000 words / 285 pages
Order now: https://www.anytasunday.com/#pisces-hooks-taurus
Book synopsis:
It’s a
time for searching, and a time for finding, Pisces: keep casting your line and
you will hook what you’re looking for.
Zane has it all planned out: land the
perfect Meet Cute, fall in love, and live happily ever after.
Should be simple enough if he put his
mind to it. A little creativity and some thinking outside of the box, and
voila, he’d be married to the woman of his dreams.
It would be perfect.
And it would be before his visa ran out.
But why are his feelings running wild now
that the pressure’s on? Why is his picture-perfect plan turning into a muddled
mess of morphed metaphors he can’t make sense of anymore?
Just as well he’s met an English
professor to help. And even though their first meet is anything but cute, this
down-to-earth teacher may just be the realist Zane needs to ground him and give
him a shot at love after all.
Don’t
cast your line too wide, Pisces. Your perfect catch may already have bitten.
~ - ~ - ~
Pisces Hooks Taurus
(Signs of Love #4) is an MM opposites-attract romantic comedy featuring an
unapologetic romantic and a broken realist.
More wit, banter and
bad puns - and even more heart-stopping slow burn!
Can be read as a
standalone.
Tropes: friends-to-lovers, slow burn, will-they-or-won’t-they
Genre: New Adult, light-hearted contemporary gay romance
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Excerpt:
“What is that?”
Beckett’s mum and guests had left, and Beckett had brought Zane
and his worldly belongings into an exposed-beam attic with a chain-pull light.
Zane set his box and suitcase against a slanted wall. The
small, empty space contained a tiny window, a chest of drawers, and a low
futon. Dust spokes glittered under the swaying light.
Beckett pointed at Zane’s box, one brow arched.
Zane laid the bearskin rug on the floor and straightened out
the kinks. Beckett gaped at the bear poised as if to eat his ankle.
“I thought it was romantic,” Zane said with a sigh. He rested
back on his heels, soft fur against his knees. “Now I’m kinda stuck with the
beast.”
“Tough cross to bear.”
Zane grinned. “What’s with the word-wittage, anyway?”
“Word-wittage. Nice alliteration. I like playing with words.”
Beckett sidestepped the bear and gestured around the attic. “The wooden slats
are creaky, the bathroom is back down the ladder. My sister is returning from
Europe Thursday, staying here until she finds her own place. The couch is too
small for you, so . . . .”
“I’m totally cool to bunk with you.”
Beckett swept a hand
through his hair, gaze darting toward the bed, the window. “There’ll be no
bunking.”
Understood. He had a few days to find another accommodation—or
convince Beckett that bunking could be fun.
Zane pulled his drawing tablet and stylus from their cushioned
compartment. “Did you want to head to Chiffon with your friends? Whatever
Chiffon is.”
“It’s a bar where we professors drink pinot noir and
pontificate on the pleasures of punning.”
“Um . . . .”
“It’s a pretentious penis party.”
Zane turned around, armed with the supplies he needed to
finish—or fix—the comic. “Sounds like a . . . picnic?”
The corners of Beckett’s mouth pulled up. Zane dropped the
electronics to the bed and crossed over to the professor.
He tapped a finger against the wine stain at the side of
Beckett’s blazer lapel. “Proof that you snorted your wine while we texted? I’ll
have it dry-cleaned, if you’d like?”
“It’s not your fault. I’ll sort it out. Use it as an excuse to
buy another one.”
Zane caught a whiff of Beckett’s clean scent with a subtle
spicing of aftershave. Blue eyes met his, curious and hesitant.
A fat, black spider bungee-jumped from the beam above them and
dangled in Zane’s face. He dropped the fingers that had lingered on Beckett’s
chest and scrambled to the wall.
“Does a big, strapping man like you need me to remove the tiny
bastard?”
“That’s a big, strapping yes.”
A few precise movements later, Beckett trapped the hairy beast
in his hands. Insane yet heroic.
The bed squealed as Beckett kneeled on it. Zane crawled next to
him, opened the window, and beat a quick retreat as Beckett set the spider
free. “The sheets are freshly changed, and you can help yourself to breakfast.”
Fresh bed and breakfast? Lovely. But Zane was more concerned
about suicidal spiders. He studied the ceiling with a shudder. “Do you think
there are more?”
The window clapped shut, sealing off the cool breeze. “Would
you feel better sleeping with my cat?”
Zane’s attention pivoted to Beckett’s hands fitting the lock.
Long-fingered, deft, sure. “I’d feel better sleeping with you.”
Beckett let out a strangled sound, swung off the bed, and
zipped to the ladder. “Good night, Zane,” he said, and dropped out of sight.
Zane called after
him. “Fine, I’ll take the cat.”
About Anyta Sunday:
HEART-STOPPING SLOW BURN
A bit about me: I'm a big, BIG fan
of slow-burn romances. I love to read and write stories with characters who
slowly fall in love.
Some of my favorite tropes to read
and write are: Enemies to Lovers, Friends to Lovers, Clueless Guys, Bisexual,
Pansexual, Demisexual, Oblivious MCs, Everyone (Else) Can See It, Slow Burn,
Love Has No Boundaries.
I write a variety of stories,
Contemporary MM Romances with a good dollop of angst, Contemporary lighthearted
MM Romances, and even a splash of fantasy.
My books have been translated into
German, Italian, French, and Thai.
Connect with Anyta:
Author website: http://www.anytasunday.com/
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Giveaway: Win an e-book set of 3 Signs of Love books: Leo Loves Aries,
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