BLOG TOUR w/ KEBB AUTHOR EXCLUSIVE: 'Seven Minutes' by Grace Kilian Delaney
Title: Seven Minutes
Author: Grace Kilian Delaney
Published: December 7, 2016
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Cover Artist: Reese Dante
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Length: 55 Pages
Tags: Gay; M/M; Bisexual; Cross Dressing; Family Drama; GFY; HFN; Rock Star; Tattoos/Piercings; Novelette
BLURB:
Can love be found in seven minutes?
Heavy metal singer Stone Manson never acknowledged his attraction to men. But when he meets sexy cross-dresser Devon at a party and ends up paired with him for a game of Seven Minutes in Heaven, he can’t deny his reaction. His confusion leads him to mess up—big time—with Devon, but after some soul-searching, he decides to do everything in his power to show Devon how he feels.
Devon doesn’t make a habit of dating closeted men, and he isn’t about to be anyone’s experiment. It’ll take a lot to convince him that Stone is serious about a relationship, but Stone is certainly giving it his best effort—and Devon is warming up to the idea of the hot, tattooed rock star in his bed, and maybe even in his life. And when a threat from Devon’s past reemerges, Stone might offer just the support Devon needs to get through it.
Click above for excerpt from edited title at Dreamspinner Press.
I am honored to say that Grace Kilian Delaney had a chance to pop in at the Banter this morning and talk about her upcoming release, Seven Minutes. She apologized that she didn't have time to chat with all of you but, with tomorrow being D-day, she has lots of loose ends to tie up. That doesn't mean she wasn't thinking of you though. In fact she has left an exclusive for Kimmers' Erotic Book Banter readers. That's right....no other blog will have what you are about to see and it won't even be published until next spring....maybe. This is quite the treat!
To set this up, the first chapter in Seven Minutes is told from Stone's perspective as he attends a party and meets, "hooks-up", with Devon. It's a rather poignant scene and sets the stage for their relationship, so when you read it you find yourself wondering what Devon must have been thinking. Well.....now you'll know. Grace has left us an EXCLUSIVE chapter one of Seven Minutes as told from Devon's perspective.
Once you read this I know you are gonna want to pick up a copy of Seven Minutes just to find out what Stone was thinking. Enjoy!
When my BFF’s brother and his husband threw a party, they really threw a party. In attendance were people from the Vegas show where he worked, starlets, rock stars and us. All came and went throughout the night. But by the early morning hours, the number of people had dwindled. Oisin, my bestie, and I stuck around for the duration. The majority gathered in the living room, a nice large open space, with the most comfortable blue couch, where Os and I sat cuddling together as usual—he was a great cuddler. Both of us were affection hounds.
His brother decided us lingering partygoers should play a game, typical antics for when the stragglers remained. I was all in. Last time we played Jello-shot Twister, before that it was improv scenes, tonight it was—
“Seven Minutes in Heaven,” Dan, Oisin’s brother, announced, handing out pieces of paper and pens. “Write your name on the paper and put it into the hat.” He propped the top hat on the glass coffee table in the living room.
“Seriously, Seven Minutes in Heaven?” Dan’s husband, Brandon, eyed him. “I haven’t done that since high school.”
“It’s with adult dice, see?” Dan motioned to the dice on the coffee table. There were very suggestive positions on one set. The other set had words written on them. “Besides, you have no right to bitch about acting like a high school kid after you were trying to get a spoon to stick to your nose earlier.” Dan laughed.
“True dat.” Brandon slurred, which sounded hilarious with his Southern drawl.
This was gonna be fun!
“Maybe you’ll get to make out with that guy you keep staring at.” Oisin giggled as he tossed his name in the hat.
“I can’t help it if I have an attraction to bad boys, you know that.” I wrote my name on the paper and put it in the hat, hoping I did get the chance to feel Bad Boy’s lips. He’d been scowling most of the night. I risked a glance and saw him peeling the label off his beer bottle with more interest than necessary and avoiding any engagement other than with his friend. Even that interaction produced an uneasy crease in his forehead and a smile that appeared more painful than happy. Yes, this bad boy was trouble. But a little taste of trouble wouldn’t hurt, right?
The game started with the hosts picking two names, which happened to be Oisin and the bad boy’s friend, Matty.
“You roll,” Oisin offered as he and Matty gathered around the coffee table. My BFF looked hot tonight. Those skinny jeans hugged his bottom perfectly, and I loved the shade of maroon lipstick I found for him. I know, it sounds like I’m in love with my bestie, I’m not. We’d been there, done that. We stayed FWB, though, and since his fiancée dumped him—he’s bi—he’d been in need of some extra love.
Oisin cackled–he had a hysterical, funny laugh—and pointed to the dice. “Looks like doggy style!”
Matty, drawing his lips into a thin line, nodded. “Or if you do this,” he said, moving the dice, “It could be a lap dance.”
Before either of them could decide what to do, Dan, trying to sound snooty despite being lit up brighter than a Christmas tree, stood up with a slight sway and proclaimed, “As the host of this party, it’s my right to give you an option. You can go to the hallway and do whatever I roll on the dice, or you can perform a lap dance right here in this room. You’re choice.”
“Lap dance!” Os said, laughing.
“Oh hell, why not.” Matty flopped his arms to his sides as if giving up.
Everyone cheered as Oisin tossed Matty into the chair and proceeded to dance and hover over the guy like a pro. Oisin swiveled his hips and turned around, shoving his rockin’ booty in Matty’s face. Oisin grabbed Matty’s hands and put them on his waist. Matty, either playing along or genuinely curious, continued feeling Os’s body, running his hands over his cute bottom and down his thighs, then he smacked Oisin’s ass, sending Oisin tumbling into a giggling fit and landing on Matty’s lap. Maybe Os would get lucky tonight. I felt happy for him.
“Time’s up!” Dan yelled. “Stone, you’re next.”
I looked over at Stone, the delicious bad boy I’d been checking out all night, and he caught me. He smiled back—the first genuine smile I’d seen from him, not that I was totally scoping him out all night, no, not me. A slight blush dusted his cheeks. Aw, he had a nice smile. It reached all the way to those dark brown eyes.
Oisin flopped down, leaned against me, and whispered, “He’s totally checking you out.”
I couldn’t help the smile blooming across my face.
“Stone!” Dan waved to get Stone’s attention.
“Yeah, yeah. Got it.” He rose from the chair and went to the coffee table, and grabbed the dice with the words on it, unlike Matty. After tossing them Stone announced, “Kiss. Tongue.”
“Pick a name from the hat,” Dan reminded him.
I swore Stone’s hand trembled when he pulled out the piece of paper. He stared at it, eyes getting slightly wider in disbelief.
“Read it!” Oisin shouted.
“Devon,” he said, catching me once again staring at him.
I dragged my teeth across my bottom lip and stood. I think I was taller than him, of course my heels added an inch or so.
“Go get him, Dev!” Oisin pushed me toward the hotness that was Stone.
I walked over and introduced myself, noticing the details of his face. He had nice lips. His facial hair wasn’t perfectly groomed, more like days of neglect. I knew I was up for the whole KISS TONGUE thing, but Stone’s fixed gaze had me thinking the poor man was in shock. I hadn’t assumed his sexual preference until this moment. The man was probably straight or he was having difficulty grasping that I was a man dressed in women’s clothing. Wouldn’t be the first time. I’d give him an out. This was a party, after all, and people should be having fun, not looking like they’d seen their dead grandmother rise from the grave.
Grace Kilian Delaney lives somewhere in paradise—mentally. In the wee hours of the morning, and with an audience of a dog and two cats, she writes about hot and horny men. Thankfully the animals don't care if she talks to herself, which she does albeit quietly as to not wake her husband. When not writing words, Grace can be found composing music, pretending she's an opera singer, playing piano, twisting herself into yoga positions, or sweating it out at the gym.
