We’re pleased to welcome author L.A. Witt today, with a teaser from her recent release from Samhain Publishing, Hiatus.
About the Book
Release Date: 19 July 2016
Publisher: Samhain Publishing
Length: 272 Pages
Category: Contemporary, Menage
Purchase Links: Samhain || Amazon || Barnes & Noble || Kobo || Google Play
Blurb: 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.
Warning: 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.
Cam shut the door behind us. “We, um, need to talk.”
Panic surged through me. “Where’s Theo?”
“He’s…” Cam put a hand on my shoulder and squeezed gently. “It’s just me tonight.”
My mouth went dry. “What’s—”
Oh fuck. This was a “you might want to sit down” conversation.
Just as well—my knees were starting to shake.
He put his glasses on the nightstand, carefully lining them up beside the phone and wallet like he always did, and sat on the edge of the empty bed. I hesitated but joined him.
Though he still didn’t look at me, he did take my hand. His was sweatier than mine as he laced our fingers together.
“What’s going on?” I could barely make myself whisper. “You’re kind of scaring me.”
“I’m sorry.” He put his other hand over ours.
Where’s your ring?
It wasn’t on the nightstand with everything else. Ice slithered through my veins.
Setting his shoulders back, he lifted his gaze to meet mine. “Look, we haven’t said anything because we knew you needed to focus on your tour. So we… I mean, we didn’t—”
“Just cut to the chase, Cam.” Why were my teeth trying to chatter? And where was his ring? “Give me the punchline. Please.”
He held my gaze for a second. Then he stared down at our hands and gripped mine tighter as he said, “The punchline is that Theo and I are separating.”
“Separating?” My jaw fell open. “You’re…you guys are getting a divorce?”
“Not…” He shook his head. “I don’t know. Not yet.” With what seemed like a ton of effort, he looked me in the eye again. “It’s a trial separation right now.”
I couldn’t speak. The words banged around inside my head but didn’t make sense. Neither did the exposed white circle around his third finger. Cam and Theo? Splitting up? How?
As the silence wore on, Cam stared down at our hands, his fingers kneading the back of mine. His jaw was clenched, and deep crevices formed between his eyebrows.
I moistened my parched lips. “Are you…are you doing okay with this?”
“I don’t know,” he whispered. “Still doesn’t seem real.”
You don’t say.
He swallowed hard and lifted his gaze again. “This doesn’t have to change things with you, though. We both love you. And we know it’s putting you in an awkward position, but…I don’t know. Maybe with you being out on the road, it’ll make it easier for…” Cam closed his eyes and sighed. “I don’t even know.”
Well, that was a relief. Sort of. Maybe?
“I don’t know what to say,” I finally managed to whisper.
“You don’t have to say anything. I know this is a shock.”
“It is. What happened?”
Cam lifted one hand off mine and ran it through his short, dark hair. He paused with it on the back of his neck and closed his eyes as he rubbed the muscles, which, now that he drew my attention, were visibly stiff.
“Here.” I moved onto the bed on my knees and gently nudged his hand out of the way. “I’m not a trained professional like you, but…”
“It’s okay.” He dropped his hand into his lap and let his head fall forward, and as I started rubbing his neck and shoulders, he added, “It’s just nice to be touched.”
About the Author
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…
Do you have a special time to write? How is your day structured writing-wise?
Right now my husband is working nights, so I keep pretty late hours. I’ll go to bed around 2 or 3 in the morning, get up around 10 or 11, and screw off until about 1 in the afternoon. Then I start writing, and keep going until I hit my 5,000 word quota, which is usually 8 or 9 at night. I do this five or six days a week.