We’re so please to have author Morticia Knight joining us today on the tour for her latest release, Honeymoon Their Way. Enjoy this nifty little excerpt she’s sharing with you, and then be sure to check out the Rafflecopter giveaway below.
About the Book
TITLE: Honeymoon Their Way
AUTHOR: Morticia Knight
PUBLISHER: Dreamspinner Press
COVER ARTIST: Alexandria Corza
LENGTH: 113 Pages
RELEASE DATE: November 2, 2016
BLURB: Chad has pined for Raudel since high school, but he’s been avoiding him ever since Raudel caught him in an excruciatingly embarrassing moment. So when Chad’s sister invites Raudel to join them for her weeklong prewedding celebration at Lake Tahoe, Chad is horrified. He brainstorms his escape, until reality crashes down and he discovers he’s bunking with Raudel in the last available bedroom at the lakeside retreat.
Thrown together by the bridal party from hell, Chad and Raudel unite and attempt to survive Chad’s bridezilla sister, a crazy grandmother, an overbearing mother, and the search for the perfect chocolate fountain. Despite the little time they have together, they reconnect when unexpected discoveries come to light. Love may find a way amid the nuptial chaos, but it’s unlikely to be exactly the way they expect.
Chad was smooshed between his eighty-seven-year-old grandmother and boxes of wedding favors, personalized peach-colored napkins, and a shiny, fake-silver chocolate fountain. Every time they hit a bump, the box the fountain was in would tip over and smack him on the shoulder, and he’d elbow it back into place. The fountain, however, was determined, and for the almost two hours they’d been on the road, it hadn’t given up on the fight to permanently injure him. He almost sighed but then stopped himself. About an hour before, his mother had asked him if he had some sort of breathing problem, so he’d reined it in since then.
Chad almost swallowed his tongue at the sudden grip on his knee from Grandma Barton’s clawed fingers.
“Chadwick. Have you been courting any nice young ladies?”
She cackled before dissolving into a cigarette-induced coughing fit. She swiped her hand across her mouth, then clutched his knee again.
Chad stared at the brown spots and dark blue veins fighting for attention amid the copious wrinkles of her skin.
Would anyone think it odd if I shared the bed with Grandma?
She gave way to another round of loud hacking before coughing up something with some heft behind it into a handkerchief.
“Sorry ’bout that. I gave up the smokes last year, but they’re the devil to get out of your system.”
Grandma had once confessed to him that she’d been smoking since she was fourteen. He didn’t doubt her claim.
She snorted with enthusiasm. “You’d better ask one of your girlfriends to marry ya soon. Don’t know how long I got left, so maybe you can get her to pump out at least one great-grandbaby before I croak.”
“Uh, sorry, Grandma. I don’t have any girlfriends.”
“Nonsense! Cute little thing like you?” She pinched a significant amount of the flesh of his cheek and shook it. “Lots of girls would drop their panties for those big blue eyes and that nice bulge you got in those tight jeans.”
“Mom!” His dad braked too hard, swerving the SUV before straightening it again.
Chad rubbed his abused cheek. I hope there won’t be any bruising.
Chad’s mother angled her body from where she sat in the passenger seat to look back at them. “Mother Barton, Chad is gay. He doesn’t date women.”
“Gay? When did that happen?”
Chad groaned. They hadn’t even made it to the lake house yet, and he was already working up to a decent-sized migraine.
His mother pursed her lips. Despite the other challenges in Chad’s life, at least his parents had never blinked an eye when he’d come out to them.
“It didn’t happen. It simply is.” His mom sighed, obviously taking over the job for him. “Now, did you need to stop before we get there? Use the restroom? We still have a ways to go before we get to the rental.”
“Nah. I’m not climbing out of this giant hunk of rolling metal until we’re there. But I’d rev up the horsepower to be on the safe side. I’ve never fully tested the resilience of these Depends.”
Chad cuddled up to the fountain as his mom widened her eyes in horror.
“Oh.” She stared at his grandmother for a few more seconds, blinking rapidly before facing forward again.
About the Author
Author Morticia Knight spends most of her nights writing about men loving men forever after. Even though she’s been crafting her naughty tales of romance for more years than she’d like to share – her adventures as a published author began in 2011. Since then, she’s been fortunate enough to have several books on bestseller lists, along with two titles receiving recognition from the Rainbow Book Awards. Once upon a time, she was the lead singer and songwriter in an indie rock band that toured the West Coast and charted on U.S. college radio. Morticia currently resides on the beautiful northern Oregon coast, and when she’s not fantasizing about hot men, she takes walks along the ocean and occasionally annoys the local karaoke bar patrons.
You can also email Morticia at – firstname.lastname@example.org