Book Spotlight: Pisces Hooks Taurus by Anyta Sunday
Pisces Hooks Taurus
(Signs of Love #4)
by Anyta Sunday
Date Released: October 16, 2018
About Pisces Hooks Taurus
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 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.
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An Excerpt from Pisces Hooks TaurusWhen they finished eating, Zane and Beckett entered a kitchen littered with a weekend’s worth of dishes. The room smelled like spoiled banana. Beckett grumbled Leah’s name, and Zane turned on the water.
Leah would have left this until tomorrow? “I’ll wash, you dry?”
Beckett first took out the trash and opened the windows. Fresh air cleansed the room as they worked.
Zane daydreamed about the story he was outlining and startled when Beckett cried, “What are you doing?”
Zane looked into the sink. “Scrubbing this clean?”
“With a wire scrubbing brush? That’s a very expensive nonstick pan.”
He frowned. “And I want to clean it.”
“Good Lord. Have you never washed dishes before?”
“I am literally doing what I’ve done every other night since moving in with you.”
Beckett paled. “You’ve scrubbed this pan with that before?”
“What do you expect me to do? Lick it clean?”
“Use a washcloth.”
“Do you know how disgusting those are? Like, two hundred thousand times dirtier than the toilet seat.”
Beckett paused, tone shifting. “Which is why you only use it for the dining table?”
“Please use the dishcloth on my pan.”
Zane dropped the metal scrubbing brush and thumped around passive-aggressively as he found a clean dishcloth.
Beckett nodded. “Thank you.”
That little thank-you grated Zane the wrong way. He sullenly scrubbed the pan and put it on the drying rack. He plunked the next pot into the water, splashing bubbles onto his face, neck, and shirt.
He sighed. Served him right.
Beckett set down the plate he’d dried and turned Zane around. With his dishtowel, he dabbed the bubbles off Zane’s chin and neck.
Their eyes locked, and Zane felt the frustration bleed from him. “You missed a spot,” he said, and shifted Beckett’s hands to Zane’s shirt.
Beckett shook his head and dabbed him some more.
“Our first fight.”
Beckett’s hands stilled.
“It’s a milestone, Becky. We have to celebrate.”
“Celebrate making up.”
“Will this be a thing every time we’re annoyed with each other?”
Zane smirked. “I hope so. I’m sure some fights will take longer to get over, but that’s cool. The celebration is always in proportion to the effort needed to make up.”
Beckett resumed drying the dishes. “Two hundred thousand times dirtier?”
Zane nodded. Disgusting but true.
Beckett frowned. “Maybe just use your hand?”
“I don’t know,” Zane teased. “The things my hand does might make the pan dirtier.”
Beckett dropped his very nice, expensive pan. He caught it against his thighs and stowed it in the cupboard.
The ticklish glare Beckett sent him made the rest of the cleaning fly by.
When they were done, Zane threw himself on the armchair. “Now we celebrate.”
Beckett tossed the dish towel into the laundry room. “How?”
“After you start that laundry, I’ll let you talk about books, Becky.”
Beckett’s laughter trickled down the hall. A few minutes later, he returned with Pride and Prejudice. He cracked open the first page, and pacing before him, all grace and proper pronunciation, Beckett read aloud.
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.
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