Release Blitz: It's Not You by Becca Seymour
It's Not You
(True Blue #4)
by Becca Seymour
Release Date: November 28, 2020
Rainbow Tree Publishing
About It's Not You
When a protective ex-cop helps his gorgeous tenant through his recovery, their complicated history is asking for trouble. Will the fear of the past repeating itself destroy any possibility of happiness?
Daredevil drifter Lawrence Crawford is hunting for a place to call home. After ten years of looking, he believes he’s found what he’s been searching for. With a job that pays the bills and a small group of friends he’s opening up to, he lets down his guard. Perhaps too much so. Finding himself in need of support, Lawrence is forced to accept help from the one man who’s been driving him to distraction for the past year. His landlord.
Former cop Billy Hilton made a mistake—admittedly there’ve been many over the years. The latest is when he lets Lawrence believe he isn’t interested in pursuing anything with him. It’s not even the age difference or the fact the guy lives in Billy’s studio apartment that’s the problem. Instead, it’s all him. When Billy offers to play nursemaid to Lawrence, his intentions may not be pure, but they’re honest. And that honesty blows their lives wide open when Lawrence’s past comes knocking on the door, demanding changes and threatening an upheaval neither man may ever recover from.
Book five in Becca Seymour’s stand-alone low-angst, feel-good LGBTQ series, True-Blue. In this small town, there are busybodies, dogs who cause chaos, families who have the “best” of timing, and opportunities for good men to find their perfect match.
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An Excerpt from It's Not You
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One slipup… one night when I should have been too drunk to get anything up, had been epic for the best of reasons but had resulted in nothing but blue balls ever since, and an awkwardness between the two of us that was getting worse rather than better.
And I was 100 percent responsible, completely to blame for my inability to let go. Lawrence had been a distraction I hadn’t thought I could afford at the time, but now I knew better.
But as time passed by, I figured it was too late to make amends.
The blue door at the top of the external staircase opened, and Lawrence stepped out. His red tee and running shorts left little to my imagination, sparking my memory something fierce. He stretched as he jogged down the wooden steps, reaching the bottom and continuing his routine.
Every damn time he did this, my whole body thrummed with awareness. And I couldn’t have looked away if I wanted to. It would have taken a serious distraction to tear me away from the way he flexed and stretched.
I sighed, shaking my head at myself. I was a glutton for punishment, knew as much even as I eyed the way he shifted his arms so his tee rose, lifting the fabric and exposing skin.
And then he looked toward the house, and I quickly edged away, wondering just when I’d turned into this man. Shit, had I still been a cop, I would have arrested myself for this bullshit. I groaned and refocused on what I should have been doing, pulling up the email I’d been hanging around for.
I exhaled before opening it, immediately smiling at the start of the message that was giving me a telling off while letting me know they all loved me and were okay. Attached was also an image of the boys and their latest school pics. They were hilariously dreadful. Teenagers did have a habit of looking awkward. I shook my head, thinking about Clark, knowing he would have gotten a kick out of his eldest looking all gangly with a constipated smile on his face.
As soon as I skimmed the rest of the email, I smiled even wider, this time relieved that I believed her words. I shook my head, amused at the “sort your shit out and get yourself a man already rather than interfering in my love life!”
About Becca Seymour
Becca Seymour lives and breathes all things book related. Usually with at least three books being read and two WiPs being written at the same time, life is merrily hectic. She tends to do nothing by halves so happily seeks the craziness and busyness life offers.
Living on her small property in Queensland with her human family as well as her animal family of cows, chooks, and dogs, Becca appreciates the beauty of the world around her and is a believer that love truly is love.
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