Love Bytes says hello and welcome to author L.A. Witt joining us today on her Riptide blog tour for her newest release “Afraid to Fly”, Book 2 in the Anchor Point series.

L.A brought an Exclusive sneak peak at book 3 in the series called Chief’s Mess, and there is a giveaway to participate in!

Welcome L.A. 🙂

 

An UNEDITED Sneak Peek at Anchor Point #3 – Chief’s Mess

Holy shit, I’d been needing this all day.

I could have taken or left the High-&-Tight and its too-loud meat market atmosphere, but they had some of the best beers in town on tap. That alone made it tolerable to be in a room full of men on the prowl. As I took a long pull from my ice cold beer, my whole body seemed to relax and the whole day—hell, the whole week that wasn’t even over yet—faded away. Tomorrow, it would be back in full force, and I’d be counting down the minutes until my next bottle of relief, but for now, I was just going to enjoy it.

It wasn’t unusual for me to go out drinking with everyone from work, but tonight, I hadn’t felt like being social. Just drunk. So, here I was—beer in hand, buzz en route.

I scanned the crowd just for something to do. Most of the guys here were looking to hook up and get laid. This was a meat market if there ever was, kind of like the places up the street where the straight guys went.

That wasn’t me tonight. The thought of going through the pre-sex motions—getting someone’s attention, breaking the ice, working out logistics—all sounded exhausting. Even the thought of dancing to the annoying pop music blaring from the speakers just made me tired. All I wanted right now was to sit at the bar and enjoy my first of many drinks, so that was exactly what I did.

This place had only been open a couple of months, filling in after the previous club—a dive bar that smelled like stale beer and overcooked fries—had finally gone under. Some of the locals weren’t thrilled about the rainbow flags in the windows, and there’d been some snarling about it on base from some of the saltier old bastards who were still bitter over DADT being repealed, but there was definitely a portion of the population—on and off base—who liked the place. Personally, I was happy to have an openly gay bar nearby, especially one with decent beer. Win-win, especially on nights when I actually did want to get laid.

Not tonight. I was just here to drink until nothing else mattered.

The door opened, and for the hell of it, I turned.

And did a double take, my beer nearly slipping out of my hand.

Okay, so much for not wanting to get laid. Slack-jawed, I stared at the redhead who’d just come strolling in like he owned the place. He was fucking gorgeous. His cocky attitude was palpable from here. I liked that. A lot. Especially when it was coupled with that predatory gleam in his eyes as he scanned the room.

That was a guy who’d come here looking for a piece of ass. Me, I’d only intended to come here to have a few drinks, but suddenly I had a growing erection with this man’s name all over it. And I didn’t even know what his name was.

Heads turned. At least half a dozen guys were watching him, sizing him up, and my competitive side was immediately awake.

Grab him quick before somebody else does! 

When he reached the bar, I slid off my barstool, beer in hand, and headed his way.

I was no more than three feet away when he turned to me, and I nearly stumbled. Was it the lighting? Or were his eyes really that dark? And who the hell cared?

Mouth suddenly dry, I stepped closer and pressed my elbow onto the bar. “Hi.”

“Hi.” He almost sounded shy, but his eyes gave him away. Coy, maybe, but this guy didn’t have a shy bone in his body.

I took a sip just to moisten my mouth, then tilted the bottle toward the bartender. “Can I buy you a drink?”

“Yes, you can.” The redhead looked me up and down in the most deliciously lewd way, and when he met my eyes again, he said, “Or tell me you bottom, and we can just skip all that and get out of here.”

Holy. Shit.

I gulped. “I’m a . . .” Words. Come on. English. “Vers.”

“Even better.” As he extended his hand, he grinned, revealing perfect teeth that really needed to be sinking into my shoulder right about now. “Anthony.”

It took me a second to remember what the protocol was here, but I finally shook his hand. “Noah.”

“Noah.” He said it like he was trying it on. Seeing how it fit in his mouth. Oh man, I was so glad I’d decided to come here tonight instead of hanging with coworkers or drinking at home alone.

“You’re very, uh . . .” I cleared my throat. “Direct.”

“I am. Thing is, I’m only in town for a little while, so if I’m going to hook up, there’s no point in wasting time playing games.” He grinned again and sidled closer to me, almost tucking himself up against my body. “And I do want to get out of here, but now I kind of want to see what you’re like on the dancefloor too.”

I laughed. “If you’re expecting anything that belongs on YouTube, you’re going to be disappointed.”

“Not YouTube.” He shamelessly curved a hand over my upper thigh. “More like YouPorn.”

Sweet. Mother. Of God.

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Chief’s Mess will be out this summer.

 

About Afraid to Fly

Once a fearless fighter pilot, Commander Travis Wilson is now confined to a desk. It’s been eight years since the near-fatal crash that grounded him, and it still rules his life thanks to relentless back pain.

Lieutenant Commander Clint Fraser almost drowned in a bottle after a highly classified catastrophe while piloting a drone. His downward spiral cost him his marriage and kids, but he’s sober now and getting his life back on track. He’s traded drones for a desk, and he’s determined to reconcile with his kids and navigate the choppy waters of PTSD.

Clint has been on Travis’s radar ever since he transferred to Anchor Point. When Clint comes out to his colleagues, it’s a disaster, but there’s a silver lining: now that Travis knows Clint is into men, the chemistry between them explodes.

It’s all fun and games until emotions get involved. Clint’s never been in love with a man before. Travis has, and a decade later, that tragic ending still haunts him. Clint needs to coax him past his fear of crashing and burning again, or their love will be grounded before takeoff.

Buy Links:

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Amazon

 

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…

Website: http://www.gallagherwitt.com

Twitter: https://twitter.com/GallagherWitt

 

To celebrate the release of Afraid to Fly, one lucky winner will receive $10 in Riptide Publishing credit and two books of choice from L.A. Witt’s backlist! Leave a comment with your contact info to enter the contest. Entries close at midnight, Eastern time, on January 21, 2017. Contest is NOT restricted to U.S. entries. Thanks for following the tour, and don’t forget to leave your contact info!