Hi again everyone! I’m Jacob Z. Flores, and I’m so glad to be back here at Sid Love for the final stop of my When Love Gets Hairy blog tour. It has been a great tour, and I’m sad to see it come to an end. What am I going to do with myself when I’m not hopping about the Internet chatting with all you fine readers? I guess that means I’m going to have to get back to writing, huh?

Well, before I start pounding the keyboard once again, I wanted to share one final post. Since When Love Gets Hairy features bears (as you might have guessed from the title), I have composed a very special Top 3 list of the hottest and hairiest male celebs that always seem to melt my butter.

#3—Ian Parks

Some of you may not be familiar with this muscular pocket bear, but Ian Parks is one of the stars of the Where the Bears Are web series. If you’ve never seen it, you just have to watch an episode or three. The cast is quirky and pretty darn funny, and you get to see Ian shirtless. A lot. Talk about a win-win.

Ian’s character, who is known as Hot Toddy by the rest of the cast, is a loveable guy with a big heart. His character portrayal as well as his big smile, gorgeous eyes, and furry chest and tummy quickly brought him to number three on my list. He was also part of my inspiration for the character of Teddy Miller. Can you blame me?

#2—Hugh Jackman

Obviously Hugh needs no introduction as his Hollywood credentials are well known, but this rugged Aussie has always held a special place in my groin heart. After all, who doesn’t love Wolverine? That badass exterior protecting a heart of gold gets me every damn time!

Plus the man can sing! Many of you have probably heard him perform in Les Miserables. Pretty good, right? But I also had the pleasure of watching him perform on stage when he starred in The Boy from Oz on Broadway. He played Liza Minnelli’s gay hubby, Peter Allen. It was a touching performance, where Hugh gave it his all and even shared an on-stage kiss with his leading male co-star.

The kiss fanned the persistent rumors that claim Hugh Jackman is gay, but he didn’t care and he still doesn’t. A man who is that confident in himself is definitely very sexy!

#1—Ben Cohen

Ahh, Ben. I could look at pictures of him all day long. This English rugby player definitely has everything that I like—stunning good looks, a great big heart, and a penchant for standing up for others.

In fact, he started the Stand Up Foundation to do just that. It is an anti-bullying organization that also combats homophobia. He has turned his star power into a powerful tool as an advocate for LGBT rights. Who doesn’t find such conviction attractive? I sure as heck do.

And does Ben care that he has hundreds of gay men drooling after him? Not at all. He finds it flattering. And he even encourages half naked pictures of himself to be taken just for me us.

Who could ask for more?

So there you have it, my top 3 favorite bearish men. What do you think of my list? Are there any hot bears you think should have been included? If so, let me know. I could talk about hot, hairy men all day long!

I want to thank everyone for stopping by and visiting with me today. I hope you had as much fun as I did. I also want to thank Sid Love. Your hospitality has been greatly appreciated, and hopefully, we can do this all again real soon.

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Blurb:

As vain as he is beautiful, Nino Santos happily lives life waiting for the next ferry full of fairies to bring him new conquests. As long as they aren’t hirsute, he’s all in. So he’s shocked to wake up after a beach party he cannot remember with a hairy naked man lying next to him.

Teddy Miller doesn’t remember the “Bear Week” party either, much less the Abercrombie & Fitch model wannabe next to him. Teddy doesn’t give two cents about appearances, but guys like Abercrombie don’t return the favor. That’s why he prefers men with extra fur and padding over carbon copy clones of perfection—a type of man Teddy is far too familiar with.

When Nino and Teddy glimpse each other the next morning, it’s loathing at first sight. Instead of exchanging phone numbers, they exchange insults and vow never to see each other again. In Provincetown, however, escaping a trick best forgotten isn’t easy. Mutual friends and chance circumstances keep Nino and Teddy in each other’s orbit. But are they fighting each other or the attraction growing between them? The answer lies amid Provincetown’s windswept dunes and the night neither of them can recall.

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Excerpt:

When Teddy suggested they grab something to eat, Nino surprised himself by agreeing. The yes had come out of his mouth before he had time to think. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to eat. He was hungry. He hadn’t had anything in his stomach since lunch with Jay at Bubala’s.

What was the problem, then?

The furry little bastard wasn’t as much of an asshole as he’d once thought. Teddy had even apologized. Even though he didn’t want to admit it, the apology meant a lot to him. People who’d been cruel to him in the past had never been sorry. Especially not his sisters.

So it wasn’t that he hated Teddy. At least not anymore.

He just didn’t like that he continued to do things he’d never done before. Eating dinner with a guy he’d just spent a couple of hours getting to know was entirely unlike him. It also seemed to break his sixth rule—don’t give a fuck.

If he truly didn’t give a fuck, he wouldn’t have shared his past or agreed to share a meal. He wouldn’t have divulged his problems with his modeling career or taken Teddy’s advice. All of that showed he apparently gave a fuck. That was very unnerving.

How was he supposed to protect himself if he actually cared?

“Oooh, let’s have Spiritus,” Teddy said from his right. “I’m craving some pizza.”

What had he been thinking? Of course, dinner with a bear meant eating carbs. He did not consume such useless calories. “Try again,” Nino said. “How about Jimmy’s HideAway? I can get a salad there.”

“A salad?” Teddy scrunched up his face and stuck out his tongue. Apparently, consuming healthy food was both distasteful and unusual. What else could he expect from a bear?

“Yes, a salad,” he replied. “It’s healthy, and this late at night, it’s not as bad for your digestive system.”

Teddy gave him a raspberry. “Who cares about that? Haven’t you ever just been bad once?” Before he could reply, Teddy cut him off. “And I’m not talking about your sexual escapades, so don’t even start. I’m talking about throwing caution to the wind, and instead of eating right and counting calories, just eat something because it’s really, really, bad for you.”

“I wouldn’t look the way I do if I did that,” he announced. Teddy peered at him out of the corners of his eyes. He obviously was trying to determine if he was joking or not, so he added an eyebrow wiggle for Teddy’s benefit. He didn’t want Teddy to take his comment the wrong way. Oh God, now that sounded like he gave a fuck. Well, shit!

“Well, for that, Curly, I’m gonna buy you a slice of pizza, and you’re going to eat it.”

“No, I’m not,” he said with a shake of his head. “And don’t call me Curly.”

“Oh, yes you are,” Teddy sang as he grabbed Nino’s hand and tugged him toward Spiritus, which apparently had been mobbed by bears. The big guys were everywhere. Some sat on the curb out front with pizza dripping grease onto their paper plates. Others didn’t even bother with the plates. They folded the pizza long-ways and chomped down half the slice in one bite. He could hear their arteries clogging from here.

“You wait here,” Teddy said as he stood Nino by the tree to the left of the building. “I’m going to wade through the crowd and get us a couple of slices.”

“I’ll wait here,” he agreed. “But I won’t eat the pizza.”

“You’ll eat what I give you,” Teddy said, his words made even more suggestive by the sudden twinkle in his eyes. “And you’ll like it.”

The bears in their immediate vicinity echoed their appreciation of Teddy’s comment by growling. Ordinarily, their bearspeak irritated him. Tonight, though, he just laughed and shrugged at them.

“All right, boys,” Teddy told the bears sitting on the bench by the tree. “Watch Curly here. Make sure he doesn’t get away, because this bitch needs to eat.”

“We’ll watch him for you, daddy,” one of the younger bears replied. “You go get your pup some chow.”

His pup? When did he become Teddy’s pup? He opened his mouth to correct the man, but when Teddy nodded and told them thank you, he couldn’t speak. Did Teddy not hear what the man said? If he did, did he not care that these guys obviously thought they were together?

He couldn’t ask any of those questions, though, because by the time his ability to speak had returned, Teddy had disappeared into Spiritus.

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Jacob Z. Flores lives a double life. During the day, he is a respected college English professor and mid-level administrator. At night and during his summer vacation, he loosens the tie and tosses aside the trendy sports coat to write man on man fiction, where the hard ass assessor of freshmen level composition turns his attention to the firm posteriors and other rigid appendages of the characters in his fictional world.

Summers in Provincetown, Massachusetts, provide Jacob with inspiration for his fiction. The abundance of barely clothed man flesh and daily debauchery stimulates his personal muse. When he isn’t stroking the keyboard, Jacob spends time with his husband, Bruce, their three children, and two dogs, who represent a bright blue blip in an otherwise predominantly red swath in south Texas.

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