Book Spotlight: Going Overboard by L.A. Witt

Going Overboard

(Anchor Point #5)

by L.A. Witt

Release Date: February 5, 2018

Riptide Publishing

About Going Overboard

Second-class petty officers Dalton Taylor and Chris Ingram have been best friends since coxswain’s school. Now they’re stationed together in the Harbor Patrol Unit of NAS Adams. They’re content as friends, but secretly, they both ache for more. Neither makes a move, though; while Dalton is out and proud, Chris is closeted—even from his best friend.

Then another coxswain’s negligence nearly drowns Dalton. After a taste of how easily they could lose each other, neither man can keep his feelings hidden anymore, and it turns out love and sex come easy when you’re falling for your best friend.

Things aren’t just heating up between the friends-turned-lovers, though. The Navy is investigating the accident, and the Harbor Patrol chief isn’t going to let his star coxswain go down for dereliction of duty, even if saving him means throwing Dalton under the bus.

As the threats and gaslighting pile up, Chris and Dalton need each other more than ever—as shipmates, friends, and lovers. But if their chief prevails, the only way they can save their careers is to let each other go.

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An Excerpt from Going Overboard

Chris

As I was kicking off my boots, my crewmen hauled Dalton onto the deck. My heart skipped. His body was limp, and holy shit, he was even paler up close. His lips had started turning blue. The blood running down one side of his head and onto the C-collar someone had put on him made his pallor even more terrifying.

The barely audible groan that escaped his lips almost knocked me to my knees. He was alive. Maybe hanging on by his fingernails, but alive. I scrambled even faster to get out of my clothes so I could warm him up.

MA3 Powers started cutting away Dalton’s soaked uniform. Someone had already taken off his vest and police belt, thank God.

As soon as his blouse and T-shirt had been cut away, I lay beside him on the deck and pressed up against him, gasping at just how icy cold his skin really was. While Powers worked at Dalton’s boots, I covered as much of Dalton’s cold torso as I could.

Powers cut away the rest of Dalton’s clothes, then put the space blanket over us. Hopefully Dalton would be able to pull enough heat from me, and the blanket would help him retain it.

My teeth chattered, but I kept holding his cold, limp body against mine. Someone handed me a wadded-up towel, which I pressed against the bloody wound on his head. He didn’t even flinch.

“C’mon, Dalton,” I murmured. “Stay with me, man. C’mon.”

Another faint groan escaped his nearly white lips.

“Dalton?” I tapped his face gently. “You with me? Can you hear me? C’mon, Dalton.”

His eyelids fluttered. He moaned again, head lolling.

“Is he conscious?” Powers asked, leaning over us.

“Don’t know. Kind of.” I looked up at him. “Is Rhodes out of the water?”

“I’m over here,” she said through violently chattering teeth. She was hunched over against the side of the boat. Her blouse and shirt were in a puddle on the deck, and she was huddled against MA3 Simmons under a gray blanket. Rhodes was almost as pale as Dalton, but she was conscious and coherent. Thank God.

Dalton murmured again, squirming weakly.

I touched his cheek. “Dalton? You with me?”

More fluttering. Then, with what seemed like a ton of effort, his eyes opened about halfway. “Chris?” A sleepy, kind of drunken grin appeared on his pale lips. “Heeey, you.”

I laughed, just relieved to see him coming around, and held his cold body tighter, as much to hug him as to get him warm.

Then his icy hand slid up my chest before it clumsily curved behind my neck, and as he started to draw me in, he slurred something I didn’t understand.

“Hey, hey.” I gently pried his hand off and hugged him a bit closer. “Take it easy, man.”

His eyes rolled a bit, then shut, and he was silent again.

I almost laughed. It figured—the one time he tried to come on to me, and it was while he was hypothermic, concussed, and delirious.

But he was alive. Not out of the woods yet, but a damn sight better than when they’d pulled him from the water. Relieved as I was, I had to fight the urge to press a kiss to his forehead.

I just shut my eyes and held him.

About the Anchor Point series

Welcome to Anchor Point!

Nestled on the northern coast of Oregon, this small town is home to Naval Air Station Adams. On base, you’ll find freshly minted Sailors who’ve just graduated boot camp, salty officers counting down till retirement, grounded pilots who’ve landed behind desks, and everyone in between—and they’re all looking for love. Well, not all of them, but that won’t stop love from finding them.

So pull up a barstool, grab a beer, and get ready for some sea stories as these men in uniform—or not—navigate the waters of love and life in the military.

Learn more about the Anchor Point series on Riptide Publishing.

About L.A. Witt

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… 

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Giveaway

To celebrate the release of Going Overboard, one lucky winner will receive their choice of two eBooks off L.A. Witt’s backlist (excluding Going Overboard) and a $10 Riptide Publishing store credit! Leave a comment with your contact info to enter the contest. Entries close at midnight, Eastern time, on February 10, 2017. Contest is NOT restricted to U.S. entries. Thanks for following the tour, and don’t forget to leave your contact info! 

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