Thank you so much for inviting me to swing by to chat about my new release, Out in Spring. This novella is Book 6 in the Out in College series, a sweet collection of new adult stories centered around college life and sports. This one belongs to Logan and Ned, the jock and the nerd…and hockey! In case you’re curious, each book in the series can be read as a standalone.

 

Happy Reading! Lane Hayes

Releasing today!

Blurb:

The jock, the nerd, and a little spring fever…

Ned-

I don’t understand hockey at all. Or any sport. Attending a team party with my best friend might be a mistake. As an out and proud geek, I admit that hanging out with a bunch of jocks and their admirers isn’t my idea of fun, but getting kidnapped by a sexy hockey player who claims to have a crush on me is definitely a highlight. And finding out that Logan St. James is bisexual makes everything more interesting.

Logan-

Keeping my big bi secret hasn’t been easy. I have a couple of months of college left and one more game to play. I’m determined to make the most of it and spend as much time as possible with the sexy guy I’ve had a crush on since freshman year. I don’t want this to be over. There must be a way to come out in spring.

Out in Spring is a low-angst MM, bisexual awakening staring a hunky hockey player, a sweet-natured geek, and a little college fun. This story is part of the Out in College series, but each book can be read as a stand-alone. 

 

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Out in Spring by Lane Hayes Exclusive Excerpt

 

He crooked his arm through mine and dragged me outside. I was too dumbfounded to argue. I followed him down the pathway, shaking him off when we reached the sidewalk.

“What are you doing?” I asked in between coughs.

“I’m trying to escape, and I need your help. My truck is this way.” He tugged at my sleeve and strode purposefully toward a black Tahoe. “Hop in and take off your shirt. I’ll grab a clean tee for you. I think there’s one in my duffle bag.”

I ignored his bossy command and glared at him with one hand on my hip as he opened the hatch door. “What the hell?”

He rummaged through the bag without looking up at me. “Please. I owe you one.”

“You don’t owe me anything. I don’t know you and—”

“I’m Logan,” he intercepted, turning suddenly as he shoved a T-shirt at me. “Put this on. There’s nothing worse than wearing sticky soda, am I right?”

“Uh…right. I’m Ned.”

“I know. Come on. This way.” He slammed the hatch shut. Then he opened the passenger-side door, darted around the front of the SUV, and hopped inside.

I fingered the fabric as I glanced over my shoulder at the house. Music and laughter spilled onto the front lawn, and a few latecomers called a greeting to a shadowy figure waiting near the door. Whoever it was must be the reason for his abrupt departure. Not my business. This wasn’t my scene, and these weren’t my friends. Sure, I was curious, but my car was parked half a block away. I could be home in ten minutes, take a quick shower, and tackle the last section of my bio-med homework before bed.

Or…I could climb into a sexy stranger’s truck and find out what the hell he was up to.

I headed for the truck and peered inside the semi-dark interior. “Look, I don’t know if—”

“Get in, Ned,” he growled in a commanding tone that went straight to my cock. Not kidding. His voice was deep and low and sexy as fuck.

I slid into the passenger seat and closed the door. A second later, he revved the engine to life and peeled away from the curb. I scrambled to fasten my seat belt as he drove like a madman through the residential area.

Okay, fine. He was going thirty in a twenty-five-mile zone, but still…

“Slow down! Better yet, pull over. Or are you kidnapping me?”

Logan barked a laugh. “No. I promise I’ll turn around in a few minutes. I just needed to get away from the crazy. It’s fuckin’ suffocating sometimes, you know what I mean?”

“No, I don’t know what you mean,” I huffed. “Who are you trying to get away from?”

“My ex-girlfriend.”

“What’s wrong with her?”

“Nothing. Kelly is cool. It’s just…complicated.” Logan stopped at a red light and sighed as he raked his fingers through his hair in agitation. “I’m sorry. I panicked. I heard you say you were leaving right after someone told me she was on her way inside and—fuck, I shouldn’t have come at all.”

I studied his profile for a long moment, noting the firm set of his jaw and the thick biceps stretching the fabric of his T-shirt. And Christ, look at that ink. I swallowed hard and shifted in my seat to relieve my suddenly interested cock. Not good. I gazed out the window to get my bearings. If he let me out here, I could walk back to my car and put an end to the weirdness for both of us.

Instead, I twisted to face him and asked, “What happened? Bad breakup?”

Logan shrugged but didn’t reply. He continued another block on the residential street before pulling to the curb in front of the local park. Then he shot a weak smile at me and gestured to the T-shirt in my lap.

“You should put that on. It’s clean and…it’s yours if you want it. I have a few. My mom’s in the booster club. She makes me foist them on unsuspecting citizens to advertise college hockey. I’ve been given strict instructions to act like Santa and give them away to whoever will take one,” he said with a self-deprecating half laugh.

I set my water bottle in the cup holder and unfolded the T-shirt to inspect the school logo and hockey stick emblazoned on the front. “Hmph. Does she know you’ve resorted to drastic measures to help move inventory? Or do you spill drinks and abduct random strangers at every team party?”

He snickered, turned off the engine, and unbuckled his seat belt. “You’re the first. Are you taking your shirt off or not?”

“Hold your horses. We just met, big guy,” I quipped.

My cheeks went hot in an instant. Where the heck did that come from? Was I flirting with the straight hockey player?

 

Lane Hayes loves a good romance. An avid reader from an early age, she has always been drawn to well-told love story with beautifully written characters. These days she prefers the leading roles to both be men. Lane discovered the M/M genre a few years ago and was instantly hooked. Her debut novel was a 2013 Rainbow Award finalist and subsequent books have received Honorable Mentions, and were winners in the 2016, 2017, and 2018-2019 Rainbow Awards. She loves red wine, chocolate and travel (in no particular order). Lane lives in Southern California with her amazing husband in a newly empty nest.

 

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Books by Lane Hayes:

 

Better Than Good, Better Than Chance, Better Than Friends, Better Than Safe, Better Than Beginnings- A Better Than Good Short Story Collection, The Right Words, The Wrong Man & The Right Time, A Kind Of Truth, A Kind of Romance, A Kind of Honesty, A Kind of Home, A Way with Words, A Way with You , Leaning Into Love , Leaning Into the Fall, Leaning Into Always , Leaning Into Touch , Leaning Into a Wish and Leaning Into the Look and Leaning Into Forever. Out in the Deep, Out in the End Zone, Out in the Offense, Out in the Field, Out on the Ice, Out in Spring and Starting From Zero

and Starting From Scratch