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Shear Bliss by Sam E. Kraemer

Foggy Basin Series – M/M Small Town Romance

Ex-con turned barber Tyler Rockwell works in his mother’s beauty salon in small-town California. Every resident of Foggy Basin will happily remind Tyler they know the one thing he wants to put behind him.

Mosby Leslie left his old life behind after a tragedy, hiding in the mountains near Foggy Basin, where the fog rolled into the valley like clockwork. Committed to living alone in misery, Mosby fills his days with painting landscapes of the sleepy little village he can see from his front porch and having intense discussions with Barbara Bushy, his only friend.

One day while on a supply run, Mosby trips over a crumbling step in front of Shear Bliss Salon, hitting his head. Next thing he knows, a handsome young man is tending to his every need. The shorter, lean man’s smiles light up Mosby’s sullen world.

To stay in the sunshine of Tyler’s attention for just a little longer, Mosby pretends to have forgotten who he is and where he lives. What will the barber do when he finds out that under Mosby’s long hair and beard is a famous painter who people have been trying to find for over a year? When the fog clears, is there any way the two of them can find Shear Bliss together?

Welcome to Foggy Basin. Just passing through? No problem. Here to stay? Well, better find your place. Sit back, relax, and get to know the townsfolk. They love hard and play even harder. Each book is a stand-alone but why not stay and get to know us by reading them all.

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Mosby—

Barbara Bushy hopped up on the porch railing, staring at me. “I told you I’d come back.” I poured some of the gesso into an aluminum pan. I glanced down at my old jeans and laughed. Poor Tyler had tried to get the paint out of them, but some of the stains were a year old. I couldn’t remember ever washing them.

I glanced toward the porch railing, seeing Bushy still there watching me. “You know what I miss? You’ll never guess. Turpentine. I miss the smell of turpentine.”

Bushy jumped off the railing onto the porch floor, scampering over to the stairs. I picked up the sandpaper and walked to the first canvas, running my hand over it to see how rough it was, and started sanding.

“You know, I ordered new canvas material to recover these frames, but I think I might send it back. I mean, I can afford to keep it, but why? I think, even though these paintings are fucking ugly, the canvas itself isn’t ruined. I’ll put a coat of primer over it, and it’s…” I chuckled at my own joke, “a blank canvas.” I roared so loudly with laughter that I scared Bushy away.

I sanded until they were smooth to the touch, wet a rag with the hose, and I wiped off the canvases to remove the dust. I took off my T-shirt and held the hose over my head to rinse the dust and sweat from my hair, face, and arms before I made a mess inside. I pulled my hair back up and went into the cabin, heading to the bedroom before I froze my ass off.

I changed out of the wet jeans and sneakers into a pair of gray sweats and a black sweatshirt. The sun was lower in the sky and the air was chilling fast.

I went to the dresser and opened the top drawer. Inside were a few remnants from my former life—my credit cards with my real name on them, my driver’s license that I never carried, the vintage 30 MM Cartier Ruby Pocket Watch that had been a birthday gift from Alistaire when I turned thirty, and the notebook that had added insult to injury—Alistaire’s handwritten diary.

I picked up the diary and carried it to the kitchen, where I opened the fridge and grabbed a beer to take outside with me. The canvases needed to dry before I began priming them, and I needed to purge the pain more than I needed to breathe.

Taking a seat on the top step of the front porch, I stared down the mountain at the small valley town of Foggy Basin. Bushy jumped back up on the porch about three feet away. “As I was saying before you so rudely took off, I miss the smell of turpentine. I used to clean up with it when I was painting, and Alistaire would bitch about it endlessly, which I relished. He did enough shit to piss me off, and it was my passive-aggressive way of getting back at him.”

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About the Author:

I grew up in the rural Midwest before moving to the East Coast with a dashing young man who swept me off my feet. We’ve now settled in the desert Southwest where I write M/M contemporary romance. I also write paranormal M/M romance under “Sam E. Kraemer writing as L.A. Kaye.”

I’m a firm believer that love is love, regardless of how it presents itself, and I’m proud to be a staunch ally of the LGBTQIA+ community. I have a loving, supportive family, and I feel blessed by the universe and thankful everyday for all I have been given. In my heart and soul, I believe I hit the cosmic jackpot. Cheers!

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Release Tour, Exclusive Excerpt & Giveaway: Shear Bliss by Sam E. Kraemer