Hey, blog folks and readers that happen upon me for Googling random crap like "bosoms" and "hot latin men". I have something totally awesome to share with you today. Remember Tom Ryan? He participated in LGBTQ Voice last year and was ...
Hey, blog folks and readers that happen upon me for Googling random crap like "bosoms" and "hot latin men". I have something totally awesome to share with you today. Remember Tom Ryan? He participated in LGBTQ Voice last year and was a great sport when I interviewed him and reviewed his debut novel, which was a coming out story with a Canadian twist.
I know, he was pretty awesome, which is why I'm excited to help him feature the cover for his next novel, Tag Along. Tag Along features four different character PoVs, including one for an LGBTQ character, and it all centers around junior prom. Three other blogs - plus Tom's and my own - will be featuring chapters of the book and giveaways to go along with the cover reveal.
First, a little bit about Tag Along (taken from the synopsis):
It’s junior prom night. Andrea is grounded, Paul is having panic
attacks, Roemi has been stood up, and Candace is trying to avoid one
particular cop. Over the course of eight eventful hours, paths are
crossed, plans are changed, messages are mixed, and four near strangers
form some unlikely bonds.
Now, for the cover and the chapter reveal. Ta-da!!
What do y'all think? I think it's awesome, myself. The purple, the photographs - it screams like a fun novel full of comedic antics. What goes better with this kind of cover than Roemi's first chapter in the book?
Worst. Prom. Ever.
Okay, so you are not going to believe any of this. I had a
date. To the prom. A prom date. And this boy is hot to trot, fire and
brimstone, one sexy little Abercrombie & Fitch-style love interest
John. Hot John. I met him online, and he’s totally sweet and really
cool, and he obviously has good taste in men. We hit it off immediately.
I was all sup and he was all nahmuch, you? and before you know it, we’re texting, like, all the time! And not dirty stuff (okay, not just dirty stuff--ahem), but mostly just shit like whatcha doin? and just watchin the Kardashians and eatin’ cereal. Shit like that. Cute, right?
All right, so there might have been a couple of minor roadblocks on
destiny highway. For one thing, he lives in the city, about a
twenty-minute drive away. He’s also hard-core closeted, but that’s cool,
because I was closeted for a while too. Like till I was twelve. The
thing with John, though, was that he was going to use my prom as his
testing ground for coming out. He was worried for a while that if he
came to the Granite Ridge prom, he’d end up seeing someone he knew or
someone who knew someone or whatever. Closet stress, perfectly natural.
Anyway, it took a few weeks, but I totally managed to calm him down and convince him not to be paranoid. At least, I thought I’d convinced him not to be paranoid.
So the plan was, I’d get dressed up like America’s Next Top Male
Model, and John would take the bus out from the city and come to my
house to pick me up, and we’d go to the pre-prom party at Terry Polish’s
house and do lots of mingling, and maybe sneak a couple of drinks, and
then we’d go to the prom, and there’d be lots of pictures, and he’d meet
all my friends, and then there’d be a bunch of fast dancing, and then
I’d slip the DJ ten bucks and a jump drive with “Don’t Stop Believing” on
it, and John and I would end up stealing the show as the lights dimmed
and the crowd parted, and then we’d totally fall in love in the middle
of the dance floor, melting into each other’s arms as the disco ball
threw crystal spheres of light down on us.
Best prom daydream ever, right? Totally! We’d be making history!
That’s probably worth explaining. See, John and I were going to be
the first gay couple to ever own the dance floor at a Granite Ridge High
School prom. And yeah, the operative word here is were.
So I’m all tuxed up and looking totally fierce, and I’ve got
everything prepared. The lighting is arranged perfectly, my