Book Name: The Right Time
Series: Right & Wrong Stories
Book number: 3
Can be read as a standalone
Pages or Words: 225 pages, 80,000 words
Categories: Contemporary, Erotica, Fiction, Gay fiction, Humor, M/M Romance, Romance
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Cover Artist: Aaron Anderson
Release Date: June 26, 2015
Workaholic Nate Erickson is a successful real estate developer who thrives on long hours and stress. When a Los Angeles project prompts him to relocate to Santa Monica, he welcomes the change of scenery. Nate has always considered romantic entanglements trouble, but his sexy next-door neighbor isn’t easy to ignore. Which makes no sense, because Nate is straight… or so he’s always thought.
Alex Reyes is a retired professional soccer player turned West Hollywood business owner with an insatiable lust for life. He loves his family, friends, and work. But there’s one life challenge left to accomplish: coming out publically. Respect for traditional Latino values has kept him in the closet, but Alex begins to think he and his new neighbor might help one another combat their fears. As Alex and Nate forge a strong friendship, they soon realize facing their personal demons will take more courage than either man bargained. The reward is immeasurable… if the timing is right.
Excerpt for The Right Time by Lane Hayes
I hadn’t worked out with a professional in years, and it felt foreign to wait for someone else’s direction.
“Any issues with your shoulders or arms? Any injuries I should know about?” he asked, handing me the weights.
“No, I’m good.”
“Great. Start with your palms facing your thighs, lift them both over your chest, then lower the left. Good. And now the right.”
He stood over me diligently, making slight corrections when needed. My supine position gave me an interesting perspective. When I looked up, I noted how his strong brow offset his twinkling eyes. I swallowed uncomfortably and turned my head, only to find myself staring at his crotch. His dark shorts seemed to hint they were covering a generous package.
“You doing okay?”
“Uh yeah. Hey, weren’t you going to tell me about your Friday night?” I needed him to talk. I didn’t trust my thoughts anymore, and I was stuck in my current position crazily aware of a man in a way I hadn’t been in over fifteen fucking years. Diversion in any form was welcome.
Alex snorted. “I already told you. I went dancing, and oh yeah, I did get lucky.”
He added the last part with a hearty chuckle, no doubt catching my wide-eyed expression. I hadn’t expected that.
“Right.” I did? The strong flash of jealousy took me by surprise, but I pressed on. “Did you go back to the beach to get those girls’ numbers last weekend?”
He looked confused for a second, but a slow cocky grin soon spread across his handsome features as he crouched so his face was close to mine.
“No, I told you they weren’t my type.”
I gulped and watched his eyes lower to my throat. He licked his top lip and reached out to adjust my wrist.
“Lift ’em both at the same time, Nate. That’s it. Push it. Harder.”
I sent up a quick prayer I wasn’t sporting a tent in my shorts. Alex’s voice, touch, and yeah, the unintentional innuendos were making me nuts. And horny. I felt terribly out of my element. I wasn’t sure what we were talking about anymore, but the potent silence made me more uncomfortable than speech. Keep talking, I thought.
“So a dance partner?”
“What? Oh. Yeah, I think so. I can’t remember. It was just one of those things, you know? Sit up. Let’s give your arms a break.”
“Just one of those things?”
“Yeah. One night. No numbers exchanged. No hassle, no fuss.”
I had no words. Literally.
Alex chuckled gleefully as he led the way to a leg machine. He gave instructions and stood back to observe me for a moment.
“It’s not necessarily my favorite kind of sex, but hey….” He shrugged his shoulders with his hands outstretched as if to say “what’s a guy to do?”
I recognized this cue. It was my opportunity to commiserate about the trials and tribulations of being a single man with a healthy sexual appetite. Now was my chance to admit it was nice every once in a while to have sex of the nonsolo variety with someone who knew the score. But I was tongue-tied and equally aware of a completely different undercurrent. One I wasn’t brave enough to explore.
“You can stop having fun at my expense any time.”
Alex squeezed my shoulder and smirked playfully. “You’re easily rattled.”
“You seem like someone who has a place for everything and likes everything in its place. You have a routine, and you don’t appreciate any deviation. I should be flattered you came to the gym with me at the spur of the moment.” He paused, running his tongue over his plump bottom lip. “If you’re not careful, I’m gonna think you like me.”
The air between us crackled. Alex leaned forward so his handsome face was mere inches from mine. His proximity alone seemed to issue a challenge. Daring me to confess I was more than I appeared to be. I doubt he expected any revelations, but his intent was certainly to… how had he put it, rattle me. And damn, it was working.
What have you gained – and lost – by taking a risk?
“You cannot swim for new horizons until you have courage to lose sight of the shore.”
― William Faulkner
A great quote! The short version is “without risk, there is no reward”. My biggest, most recent risk to date was writing a book and… (gasp!) sending it to a publisher. Eight weeks later I was offered my first contract for a book I called, Better Than Good. It’s working title, however, was All You Can Do Is Try. I didn’t have a clear vision of what might come from that first contract. It was a shot in the dark. I knew I could write, but I was rusty. It had been years since I’d put my own words in a coherent story for public consumption and the thought alone of sharing my work was scary. Very scary. I was taking a chance. But I loved the characters and I figured the worst that could happen was I’d be turned down. Happily, I wasn’t.
The Right Time is my sixth published work. My seventh, Better Than Safe, will be released this fall and I’m busy finishing up book number eight (no title yet). My risk turned into a new career. One I am thrilled to say is my absolute dream job! I love books. I love reading and writing. I love bookstores, libraries and anything that leads me to the beauty of language through well-chosen words about the human condition. I’m crazy about romance novels in particular, but especially MM romance. The message of hope in MM romance means quite a bit to me as the mother of a gay son. That’s a topic for another day! Lol.
What I’ve lost isn’t as easy to quantify. Better Than Good was written just when my son was leaving for college. I was at a crossroads in a way. Life was changing around me. It was time to embrace it or get swallowed by it. One sacrifice is that I don’t see friends as often as I once was able to and I’m not able to share what I write with all of my friends. They either wouldn’t be interested or would have an opinion I wouldn’t care to know. On the other hand, the people I love the most know what I do and support me so, have I really lost anything? I’m not sure. What I do know is love what I do. I love writing. I love creating character-driven stories that I believe in like my new release, The Right Time. I’m grateful for the opportunity to share my books with others who love the MM romance genre as much as I do!
Thank you for having me on your blog today. I loved your thought-provoking question!
Lane Hayes xo
Lane Hayes xo
About the author:
Lane Hayes is finally doing what she loves best. Writing! An avid reader from an early age, Lane has always been drawn to romance novels. She truly believes there is nothing more inspiring than a well-told love story with beautifully written characters. Lane discovered the M/M genre a fews ago and was instantly hooked. Her debut novel, Better Than Good, was a 2013 Rainbow Awards finalist. She loves travel, chocolate, and wine (in no particular order). Lane lives in Southern California with her amazing husband and their very old dog in an almost empty nest.
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