Book Spotlight: For a Good Time, Call... by Anne Tenino & E.J. Russell
For a Good Time, Call...
(Bluewater Bay #17)
by Anne Tenino & E.J. Russell
Date Released: April 10, 2017
About For a Good Time, Call...
Thirty-seven-year-old Nate Albano’s second relationship ever ended three years ago, and since he’s grace—gray asexual—he doesn’t anticipate beating the odds to find a third. Still, he’s got his dog, his hobbies, and his job as a special effects technician on Wolf’s Landing, so he can’t complain—much.
Seth Larson, umpteenth generation Bluewater Bay, is the quintessential good-time guy, content with tending bar and being his grandmother’s handyman. The night they meet, Seth’s looking for some recreational sex to escape family drama. But for Nate, romantic attraction comes before sexual attraction, so while Seth thinks they’re hooking up, Nate just wants to talk . . . genealogy?
So they declare a “just friends” truce. Then Seth asks for Nate’s help investigating a sinister Larson family secret, and their feelings start edging way beyond platonic. But Nate may want more than Seth can give him, and Seth may not be able to leave his good-time image behind. Unless they can find a way to merge carefree with commitment, they could miss out on true love—the best time of all.
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A Cut Scene from For a Good Time, Call...
This is the big one, the grandaddy of all cut scenes. Well, maybe. It’s big in terms of moments, at least. Normally when scenes get cut out of a book it’s because whatever the scene was written to do is done equally well in other areas, making it redundant. This one? Not so much. In this scene, Seth and Nate go out crabbing, and Seth begins to realize he’s falling in love. On the other hand, it wasn’t truly necessary in terms of story development, because he had a very similar moment in a later scene. It was easy to add that realization in there, and then this scene, while interesting, became less important.
Of course, if we hadn’t written such a long book in the first place, maybe we would have kept this scene.
Anyway, if you’ve been following the tour, you’ll recognize this scene is the one that comes after the scene where Seth visits his father to borrow the boat (also a cut scene). Here, he and Nate are out on the Pacific Ocean, about to catch some crab. Hopefully . . .
Like most fishing trips, this one started out boring, with an hour-plus drive to where they were putting the boat in. He didn’t have the heart to tell Nate sometimes they ended that way, too. This one didn’t though. That look of interest and curiosity infused his expression as soon as they were on the water, and he was suitably impressed when they passed that invisible point between open ocean and the protected Sound.
“I didn’t think it’d be so noticeable,” he mused from the copilot’s chair, next to Seth. “It’s like the waves have a different energy, though.”
Exactly that. “As a kid I believed the water in the Sound and the water in the Pacific didn’t mix. Like, they met, and they sort of fought with each other, making those big swells, but they couldn’t go past the boundary into the other’s territory.” He laughed, remembering. “When someone told me the Tatoosh-Bonilla line was only a boundary on a map, I was so bummed.”
Ooh, big swells ahead, he needed to get them past this and closer to shore. They couldn’t crab this far out, anyway, it was too deep. He’d really only brought Nate this far into the channel so he could get a feel for it. And yes, because he loved it.
He was bringing them about when a particularly large swell lifted the boat. Seth grinned—he probably looked like a maniac, but give him this over a rollercoaster any day. As they crested it, he turned to share his delight with Nate and caught the guy embedding his fingernails into the dash. Then he swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing jerkily, and he paled so fast Seth thought he might faint.
“Shit, you’re hating this, aren’t you?” Dammit, why hadn’t he said something? That hadn’t been interest in his expression, that had been nerves, hadn’t it? And he’d mistaken Nate’s alarm for awe. Nice one, you dick.
“It’s fine,” Nate said in the most unconvincing tone, ever.
“Excellent.” Seth groaned. He’d just remembered Nate saying he didn’t like large bodies of water that first time they’d had dinner together. “Hang on, I’ll get us back to the harbor.”
“No.” Nate shook his head vigorously, still staring at the water surrounding them. “If I’m going to risk my neck and face my phobia, I need crab out of the deal.”
“We can buy it on the way back. People sell it on the side of the road.” He already had them heading in, not even looking south to where he’d planned to do the actual fishing. In spite of not wanting to make Nate any more uncomfortable, he couldn’t avoid a stab of disappointment.
“We are not buying it. We’re catching it. You promised me a bona fide redneck experience.”
Glancing over, he found Nate’s attention focused on him, rather than the ocean, but he didn’t look any happier. He did look determined, though. Seth eased back on the throttle, bringing them to a near stand-still, trying to decide.
“Seth.” The warning note in Nate’s tone was one he’d never heard. Dude was serious about this.
“Fine.” He pressed his lips together to keep from smiling and brought them about again, this time heading more south than east, toward his super secret prefect crabbing spot. “But if you start puking, crab’s not going to seem so appetizing anymore.”
Nate muttered something Seth didn’t catch, but he didn’t ask him to repeat it. He was too wrapped up in a sudden realization. He’s doing something he hates because I love it. He’s doing it for me.
While this trip probably hadn’t done anything to convince Nate about how serious Seth was, it sure convinced him about how seriously Nate took it. Thank God.
Welcome to Bluewater Bay! This quiet little logging town on Washington state’s Olympic Peninsula has been stagnating for decades, on the verge of ghost town status. Until a television crew moves in to film Wolf’s Landing, a soon-to-be cult hit based on the wildly successful shifter novels penned by local author Hunter Easton.
Wolf’s Landing’s success spawns everything from merchandise to movie talks, and Bluewater Bay explodes into a mecca for fans and tourists alike. The locals still aren’t quite sure what to make of all this—the town is rejuvenated, but at what cost? And the Hollywood-based production crew is out of their element in this small, mossy seaside locale. Needless to say, sparks fly.
This collaborative story world is brought to you by thirteen award-winning, best-selling LGBTQ romance authors: L.A. Witt, L.B. Gregg, Z.A. Maxfield, Heidi Belleau, Rachel Haimowitz, Anne Tenino, Amy Lane, SE Jakes, Aleksandr Voinov, G.B. Gordon, Jaime Samms, Ally Blue, and E.J. Russell. Each contemporary novel stands alone, but all are built around the town and the people of Bluewater Bay and the Wolf’s Landing media empire.
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About Anne Tenino & E.J. Russell
Catalyzed by her discovery of LGBTQ romance, Anne Tenino left the lucrative fields of art history, non-profit fundraising, and domestic engineering to follow her dream of become a starving romance author. For good or ill, her snarky, silly, quasi-British sense of humor came along for the ride.
Anne applies her particular blend of romance, comedy and gay protagonists to contemporary, sci-fi and paranormal tales. Her works have won awards, she’s been featured in RT Book Reviews, and has achieved bestseller status on Amazon’s gay romance list.
Born and raised in Oregon, Anne lives in Portland with her husband and two kids, who have all taken a sacred oath to never read her books. She can usually be found at her computer, procrastinating.
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E.J. Russell holds a BA and an MFA in theater, so naturally she’s spent the last three decades as a financial manager, database designer, and business-intelligence consultant. After her twin sons left for college and she no longer spent half her waking hours ferrying them to dance class, she returned to her childhood love of writing fiction. Now she wonders why she ever thought an empty nest meant leisure.
E.J. lives in rural Oregon with her curmudgeonly husband, the only man on the planet who cares less about sports than she does. She enjoys visits from her wonderful adult children, and indulges in good books, red wine, and the occasional hyperbole.
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