It’s really nice to be able to welcome Lila Leigh Hunter back to my blog! Lila last visited in October 2015, so this was long overdue! In this post, Lila shares some seasonal traditions from Puerto Rico and talks about her Seasonal story from NineStar, Tow Trucks & New Year’s Kisses. Welcome, Lila!
Hey, guys! I’m glad Gillian invited me to stop by Books After Dark to talk about the holidays. This time, we are gearing up to the release of the NineStar Press Seasonal Sentiments: 2016 Holiday Stories Anthology on December 23rd. Once again our stories are part of the same project. And yes, Ibiza on Ice and Tow Trucks & New Year’s Kisses are also available individually.
As soon as Gillian mentioned a holiday guest post, I knew what I wanted to talk about. See, I was born and raised in Puerto Rico and we have many unconventional traditions that are part of our culture. I started 2016 writing a story about Three King’s Day (Epiphany) but in the end, the story took over and it’s now going to be a novella—in the near future. So I moved to New Year’s.
With the time difference, the island is one hour ahead of the US-EST. So technically, we celebrate the New Year an hour earlier than the United States, but being a territory we have similar countdown music TV shows and we do watch the Time Square ball drop, even when we have to wait an extra hour. One thing my family always do is to throw water out of the house at midnight. It’s a type of cleansing, washing away the bad vibes of the previous year. I still do it with my kids. My Mid-Westerner husband indulges me because it’s easier than to argue.
Why did I want to talk about this, you might ask? Because after we throw the water out, we kiss each other. Well, not like Scott and Patrick did in my story, but to let our family members know how much we care. And that’s the main premise of Tow Trucks & New Year’s Kisses. We get to meet Scott’s family and we learned about Patrick’s brother. Serendipity brought them together when Scott takes his godson’s place and answers Patrick’s call for assistance.
The pink flatbed tow truck does exist. We had a hail storm in Texas during the Spring and I had to replace my mini-van. About a week later, it stopped working when I was running some errands with my toddler. By the time the truck arrived my husband was there and the first thing I told him it was that the driver deserved his own story. In the end, he may not look like Scott, but he did have the long beard.
But don’t worry. There’s more to Scott’s and Patrick’s story. Perhaps you noticed the series title, Cupcakes & Brews, that’s a little teaser of more to come. They have to make it to San Diego after all.
And if you haven’t read my story, today is your lucky day. Be sure to enter the rafflecopter giveaway here, for a chance to win an e-book copy of Tow Trucks & New Year’s Kisses. It also has an option to join my newsletter, Lila’s Monthly Musings, for extra entries and a free e-book copy of my BDSM short story, Uncle! (to be included with January’s issue).
Have a great Holiday Season & enjoy our stories!
Tow Trucks & New Year’s Kisses.
A Jag with out-of-state plates is the last car Scott DeLaney expected to find when answering a tow call as a favor to his drunken godson. But, the tall man in the fedora seems like a nice reward until Scott finds out the stranger’s destination. Yes, he’d take care of the brooding man, but he has a selfish reason for it.
Finding himself in a ditch after dodging a deer is the least of Patrick Samuels’s problems when his rescuer arrives, wearing a tuxedo and driving a hot pink flatbed. Perhaps his older brother’s scheme will benefit Patrick after all.
Who knew that a New Year’s kiss is far more efficient than any boardroom strategy to seal a deal?
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Lila Leigh Hunter is the pen name of a Puerto Rican author with a hyphenated surname. Born and raised on the island, Lila grew up making up stories her siblings pretended to like. But no matter what they say, as the youngest of six, she’s still their mom’s favorite. According to the dusty diplomas on her wall, she’s an architectural designer living in Southern Texas with her husband and four military brats.
She spends most of her free time writing homoerotic romances about middle-aged men finding happiness and the rest hiding from pesky house chores. When outside of her cave, she likes to observe people and try to guess their stories. Sometimes she wishes the voices in her head were real; going out with the boys in her books sounds like a plan made in heaven.
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The rumble of an engine brought him back to his cold predicament. He adjusted his fedora and covered his mouth with his scarf as he moved closer to his brother’s Jag to signal the newcomer. It had been thirty-nine minutes. At least they had arrived before he froze his balls off. The truck lights illuminated the area, making Patrick cover his eyes. It took him a moment to readjust to the dark night after moving out of its reach. The flatbed was better than he had expected in a small town in the Valley. He did a double take when he realized it was hot pink, not exactly your everyday color. Well, that’s what he could see without being blinded again, anyway. The driver’s door opened, and Patrick moved closer. Before he could acknowledge the driver, Patrick ran out of words. A tall man in a well-tailored tuxedo stepped out of the truck, the lights reflecting on the shiny tips of his dress shoes. Patrick continued to gawk since the man was putting on some type of dirty work coat. He moved even closer, wanting to examine his savior’s features. They seemed to be about the same height, but the trucker had broader shoulders. Patrick was mesmerized by the geeky glasses and the long beard that concealed a hint of a smile. He wanted to run his tongue over the man’s thin upper lip and feel the coarse hairs partially hiding it.
The thwack of the closing door startled him back to reality, and the knowing smirk on the other man’s face made his body warm up for the first time that night. “About time,” he said, trying to cover his discomfort. He followed the trucker’s movements as he checked the time.
“I quoted you forty-five minutes, Mr. Samuels. I arrived with three minutes to spare.”
“Yeah, whatever,” Patrick said over his shoulder as he made his way back to the car. “You know you’re a little overdressed to respond to a tow call, right?”
“You’re correct, Mr. Samuels, but my superhero cape is at the dry cleaners. The tux will have to do for now.”
Patrick turned to berate the smartass but collided with him instead. The trucker held Patrick’s biceps, preventing him from falling, and once again, Patrick stared at the man’s lips. He shook his head to break the connection and winced at the pain instead. The cold and the bruises were getting to his brain
“You need to be careful, Mr. Samuels. You don’t want to hurt yourself any further.” The tow driver released one of Patrick’s biceps and traced Patrick’s bruised cheek with a long, cold finger.
Patrick shivered and immediately pulled away from the wanted but unnerving touch. “If you’re done manhandling me, Mr…”
“You forgot my name already? It’s Scott, baby face,” Scott said before tapping Patrick’s fedora.
The vibration traveled all the way to Patrick’s cock and back up to his nipples. The cold had been forgotten too. Even so, Patrick couldn’t believe his traitorous body’s response to the man’s forwardness. Yeah, if they were anywhere else, he’d be the one propositioning Mr. Scott, but they were in the middle of the boonies, for God’s sake. He couldn’t be that desperate. After looking into those hazel eyes again, he might have to change his opinion.
“No matter how much I’m enjoying this, we need to get moving before we have to ring in the New Year inside the truck.”