BLOG TOUR, EXCERPT & GIVEAWAY - Bennet, Pride Before The Fall By Anyta Sunday

 

Blog Tour, Excerpt & Giveaway:
Bennet, Pride Before The Fall
By Anyta Sunday

Love, Austen (Book 3)

“I want someone to want me for who I am. No changing my appearance or philosophies or principles. I need a partner to be proud of me—in public and beyond—and proud of themselves.”

“Think you’ll find it?”

~ ~ ~

Bennet had always dreamed of love. Of finding his Mr. Right.

Hell, he’d even settle for Mr. Righteous.

Who he won’t fall for, not ever? Mr. Downright Pride-less.

~ ~ ~

It’s Pride and Prejudice, complete with scumbaggery, anguished declaration of desire, meddling villagers, Karaoke, Scrabble, and Pride.

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Their horses licked each other playfully.

Darcy’s voice rumbled. “We should get back before it pours.”

Bennet wholeheartedly agreed.

They didn’t make it.

The sky opened and they rode, laughing, through the downpour.

Shoeless and dripping on Darcy’s welcome mat, they peeled off layer after soaked layer and threw them into one big, horse-scented puddle on the floor. They were down to boxer briefs now. The thin material did nothing to conceal the swelling under it.

Laughter dissolved as awareness thickened around them. They’d seen one another half-naked before but this was different. This time, Bennet was aware how much they both liked what they saw. This time, Bennet knew Darcy wanted to touch him. Explore him. This time, Bennet was tempted.

Darcy swallowed. “You’re covered in goosebumps. You should, ah, warm yourself in the shower.”

A spell under cold water might have been more helpful; Bennet set the shower to lukewarm and made quick work of soaping himself, drying off with equal efficiency.

His hair dripped onto his shoulders as he stepped—once more wearing only his underwear—out of the bathroom.

Darcy approached, carrying a pile of clothes. He had slung on a dry T-shirt and dark shorts. It was so remarkably casual that Bennet stared at him as though he continued to wear nothing.

“Here. Something dry.”

Bennet blinked. The same jeans and blouse he’d borrowed last time. He fingered the material.

“You like bright colors,” Darcy said uncertainly. “Did I get it wrong?” He gestured to Bennet’s eyes. “I thought this one would look good. That you’d like it.”

It wasn’t exactly his style, but . . . He pictured Darcy rummaging through his children’s things, searching for something Bennet would like and feel comfortable in.

Right from the beginning, Darcy had tried.

He shook his head. “You got it right.” I’m sorry I didn’t appreciate your choice enough last time. “Thank you.”

Darcy nodded. “I, ah. Shower.”

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I'm a big, BIG fan of slow-burn romances. I love to read and write stories with characters who slowly fall in love.

Some of my favorite tropes to read and write are: Enemies to Lovers, Friends to Lovers, Clueless Guys, Bisexual, Pansexual, Demisexual, Oblivious MCs, Everyone (Else) Can See It, Slow Burn, Love Has No Boundaries.

I write a variety of stories, Contemporary MM Romances with a good dollop of emotion, Contemporary lighthearted MM Romances, and even a splash of fantasy.

My books have been translated into German, Italian, French, Spanish, and Thai.

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Release Blitz, Excerpt & Giveaway:
Bennet, Pride Before The Fall
By Anyta Sunday

Love, Austen (Book 3)

“I want someone to want me for who I am. No changing my appearance or philosophies or principles. I need a partner to be proud of me—in public and beyond—and proud of themselves.”

“Think you’ll find it?”

~ ~ ~

Bennet had always dreamed of love. Of finding his Mr. Right.

Hell, he’d even settle for Mr. Righteous.

Who he won’t fall for, not ever? Mr. Downright Pride-less.

~ ~ ~

It’s Pride and Prejudice, complete with scumbaggery, anguished declaration of desire, meddling villagers, Karaoke, Scrabble, and Pride.

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COVER REVEAL & GIVEAWAY - Bennet, Pride Before the Fall by Anyta Sunday

 

Cover Reveal & Giveaway: Bennet, Pride Before The Fall By Anyta Sunday

Love, Austen (Book 3)

“I want someone to want me for who I am. No changing my appearance or philosophies or principles. I need a partner to be proud of me—in public and beyond—and proud of themselves.” “Think you’ll find it?”

~ ~ ~

Bennet had always dreamed of love. Of finding his Mr. Right. Hell, he’d even settle for Mr. Righteous. Who he won’t fall for, not ever? Mr. Downright Pride-less.

~ ~ ~

It’s Pride and Prejudice, complete with scumbaggery, anguished declaration of desire, meddling villagers, Karaoke, Scrabble, and Pride.

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I'm a big, BIG fan of slow-burn romances. I love to read and write stories with characters who slowly fall in love.

Some of my favorite tropes to read and write are: Enemies to Lovers, Friends to Lovers, Clueless Guys, Bisexual, Pansexual, Demisexual, Oblivious MCs, Everyone (Else) Can See It, Slow Burn, Love Has No Boundaries.

I write a variety of stories, Contemporary MM Romances with a good dollop of emotion, Contemporary lighthearted MM Romances, and even a splash of fantasy.

My books have been translated into German, Italian, French, Spanish, and Thai.

Contact: http://www.anytasunday.com/about-anyta/ Sign up for Anyta's newsletter and receive a free e-book: http://www.anytasunday.com/newsletter-free-e-book/

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Cover Illustrator: Lauren Dombrowski

Lauren Dombrowski is a comic artist and illustrator based in the Chicago area. Previous publications of their work include co-written comics in Tabula Idem: A Queer Tarot Comic Anthology published by Fortuna Media, Dates! An Anthology of Queer Historical Fiction (Volume 3) published by Margins Publishing, internal illustrations in Conventionally Yours, published by Sourcebooks Casablanca, and an internal illustration in Say You’ll Be Nine by Lucy Lennox.

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Blog Tour, Excerpt & Giveaway:
Emerett Has Never Been In Love
By Anyta Sunday

Love, Austen (Book 1)

A man who acts before he thinks, a man who thinks before he acts, and the ensuing mishaps on the path to the ultimate love match.

~ ~ ~

Emerett “Lake” Lakewood has a healthy ego and a flair for the dramatic. After losing his best friend to marriage—completely crushing his heart—he deems it prudent to distract himself, and what better way than playing cupid?

He’s already got his eye on two young men desperately seeking romance, and he has a plan to hook them up.

Barbecues.

Photoshoots.

Reciting Shakespearean love declarations.

Lake is killing it. Love is positively pulsing in the air. Anyone could see it.

Well, anyone other than Knight, his best friend’s dad, who cautions Lake to stop meddling. To leave love to its natural course.

Lake has always valued Knight’s frankness, but this time he’s wrong. Without him, two hearts might be doomed never to find love.

Besides, what does Knight know about romance? He’s barely dated in all the seven years Lake’s known him. He’s clueless. Though, there’s a thought. Knight has everything going for him. Sensibility. Kindness. Generosity. And for a forty-four-year-old, he’s—objectively—freaking hot.

Why is he single?

~ ~ ~

“. . . [T]here may be a hundred different ways of being in love.”

~ Jane Austen

And a hundred different ways not to recognize it.

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Knight stood at the fireplace, head bowed, brows sloped into a frown. Sunlight from the windows printed a large square of light over his T-shirt, jeans, and the heels of his naked feet. Lost in thought, Knight pinched the lily he’d left on the mantelpiece by the stem, shutting his eyes as he breathed in that creamy-clove scent. A weary sigh sagged his shoulders.

Tenderness thumped in Lake’s chest. At Knight’s fond smile, he pushed into the room.

Knight’s head shot up and he clasped his hands behind his back. “Lake.”

Lake smiled softly. “You miss your son.”

“My son?” Surprise—confusion?—flickered over Knight’s face.

Lake gestured to the lily behind him. “You don’t have to hide it from me. I like the reminder that you’re human.”

Knight paused, and returned the lily to the mantelpiece. “All too human, I’m afraid.”

“Don’t worry. You hide it well.”

“That seems the right thing to do.” After a beat, Knight looked over at Lake with practiced tolerance. “The barbecue is not until next Sunday. Why are you back?”

“Why do you think I left?” Lake dropped his satchel onto the armchair and draped himself on his favorite couch. “I promised to help at the food bank. I’d have been here an hour ago, but Philip needed a ride home. He hates being in his big empty apartment. He was reluctant to get out of the car.”

“And you think the apartment is the reason?”

“I invited him to the barbecue—you should have seen how fast he lit up.”

Knight’s lips rolled into a half-grin, yet his voice resonated boredom. “I can imagine. Why are you back?”

A yawn pulled at Lake, deep in his chest. It had been a long day on little sleep. “You have two guestrooms.”

“You have an entire cottage and your father’s old distillery.”

True. However . . . “Neither feel the same since he passed away.”

Knight spoke tentatively, “It’s been years . . .”

“Years practically living with you and your son.”

Knight narrowed worried eyes on him. “Or years avoiding the past?”

Lake waggled a finger at him, grinning over the lingering pain of losing his dad on the heels of losing his mum. “Shrewd man.”

“My son doesn’t live here.”

“Shrewder still.” Lake sighed. “His and Amy’s new house isn’t the same. I feel like a third wheel.”

“That would be an accurate assessment.” A pause. “You were a third wheel here, too.”

“Yes, but it was easier with you.” More comfortable. He could always be completely himself.

Lake fished for the remote on the coffee table, not quite reaching it, but not quite willing to work for it either. He threw Knight a cheeky wink. “I’ve taken your guest room upstairs. We’re sharing a bathroom.”

Knight moved to the coffee table and offered him the remote. “Have you considered finding a more permanent living arrangement? Selling your inherited properties?”

Lake took the other end, but Knight didn’t let go. Awaiting an answer, of course. “The cottage maybe,” Lake admitted, “but the distillery has been in the Lakewood family for generations. Even though it’s sitting there unused, it feels wrong to give it up.”

Knight released his hold on the remote. “Start with the cottage, then.”

“It’s an awful lot of organizing—” At Knight’s flattening lips, Lake started nodding “—which I will get on to, very, very soon.”

If Knight were inanimate, he’d be an actionable item list. Procrastination was uncharted territory to him. He screamed checkbox, and a smarter person would grab the nearest pencil and start checking.

Lake offered up his most charming smile. “And until I get around to it?”

Knight sighed. “The guestroom downstairs has its own bathroom.”

“So actually, about that room. I had a thought.”

“Why do I suddenly feel anxious?”

Knight plucked up the remarkably preserved lily—all that hairspray, perhaps?—and hiked toward the archway that led to the dining room.

Lake rolled off the couch and skedaddled after him to the open kitchen. Door knobs, light fixtures, faucets, and hinges were all wrought-iron. Everything so charmingly rustic, a horse braying in the background wouldn’t have felt out of place.

“Amy’s cousin Harry. Early twenties, cute face. Auburn hair and freckles.”

“I recall. Very polite, very happy. Danced with his grandmother and his cousin most of the night. Seemed impressed with the wedding ceremony and reception.”

“He did love the crostini.”

Knight slipped the lily into a miniature vase and side-eyed him. “He wasn’t the only one.”

“Are there any left?”

Knight set the vase by the vintage water pitcher Lake had encouraged Taylor to buy his dad for Christmas, and opened the pantry. He brought out a crostini platter. “Picked them up this afternoon. If you hadn’t turned up uninvited, I’d have tracked you down.”

Lake grabbed a baked artichoke and parmesan crostini and moaned into a crunchy bite. “You’re the best, Knightly.”

“I do try, Emerett.”

Lake swallowed at his first name. It wasn’t something anyone else used, just Knight, and only on occasion. But when he did . . . it always jolted him.

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I'm a big, BIG fan of slow-burn romances. I love to read and write stories with characters who slowly fall in love.

Some of my favorite tropes to read and write are: Enemies to Lovers, Friends to Lovers, Clueless Guys, Bisexual, Pansexual, Demisexual, Oblivious MCs, Everyone (Else) Can See It, Slow Burn, Love Has No Boundaries.

I write a variety of stories, Contemporary MM Romances with a good dollop of emotion, Contemporary lighthearted MM Romances, and even a splash of fantasy.

My books have been translated into German, Italian, French, Spanish, and Thai.

Contact: http://www.anytasunday.com/about-anyta/
Sign up for Anyta's newsletter and receive a free e-book:
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RELEASE BLITZ, EXCERPT & GIVEAWAY - Emerett Has Never Been in Love (Love, Austen #1) by Anyta Sunday

Release Blitz, Excerpt & Giveaway:
Emerett Has Never Been In Love
By Anyta Sunday

Love, Austen (Book 1)

A man who acts before he thinks, a man who thinks before he acts, and the ensuing mishaps on the path to the ultimate love match.

~ ~ ~

Emerett “Lake” Lakewood has a healthy ego and a flair for the dramatic. After losing his best friend to marriage—completely crushing his heart—he deems it prudent to distract himself, and what better way than playing cupid?

He’s already got his eye on two young men desperately seeking romance, and he has a plan to hook them up.

Barbecues.

Photoshoots.

Reciting Shakespearean love declarations.

Lake is killing it. Love is positively pulsing in the air. Anyone could see it.

Well, anyone other than Knight, his best friend’s dad, who cautions Lake to stop meddling. To leave love to its natural course.

Lake has always valued Knight’s frankness, but this time he’s wrong. Without him, two hearts might be doomed never to find love.

Besides, what does Knight know about romance? He’s barely dated in all the seven years Lake’s known him. He’s clueless. Though, there’s a thought. Knight has everything going for him. Sensibility. Kindness. Generosity. And for a forty-four-year-old, he’s—objectively—freaking hot.

Why is he single?

~ ~ ~

“. . . [T]here may be a hundred different ways of being in love.”
~ Jane Austen

And a hundred different ways not to recognize it.

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Special Release Blitz Excerpt:

Knight stood at the fireplace, head bowed, brows sloped into a frown. Sunlight from the windows printed a large square of light over his T-shirt, jeans, and the heels of his naked feet. Lost in thought, Knight pinched the lily he’d left on the mantelpiece by the stem, shutting his eyes as he breathed in that creamy-clove scent. A weary sigh sagged his shoulders.

Tenderness thumped in Lake’s chest. At Knight’s fond smile, he pushed into the room.

Knight’s head shot up and he clasped his hands behind his back. “Lake.”

Lake smiled softly. “You miss your son.”

“My son?” Surprise—confusion?—flickered over Knight’s face.

Lake gestured to the lily behind him. “You don’t have to hide it from me. I like the reminder that you’re human.”

Knight paused, and returned the lily to the mantelpiece. “All too human, I’m afraid.”

“Don’t worry. You hide it well.”

“That seems the right thing to do.” After a beat, Knight looked over at Lake with practiced tolerance. “The barbecue is not until next Sunday. Why are you back?”

“Why do you think I left?” Lake dropped his satchel onto the armchair and draped himself on his favorite couch. “I promised to help at the food bank. I’d have been here an hour ago, but Philip needed a ride home. He hates being in his big empty apartment. He was reluctant to get out of the car.”

“And you think the apartment is the reason?”

“I invited him to the barbecue—you should have seen how fast he lit up.”

Knight’s lips rolled into a half-grin, yet his voice resonated boredom. “I can imagine. Why are you back?”

A yawn pulled at Lake, deep in his chest. It had been a long day on little sleep. “You have two guestrooms.”

“You have an entire cottage and your father’s old distillery.”

True. However . . . “Neither feel the same since he passed away.”

Knight spoke tentatively, “It’s been years . . .”

“Years practically living with you and your son.”

Knight narrowed worried eyes on him. “Or years avoiding the past?”

Lake waggled a finger at him, grinning over the lingering pain of losing his dad on the heels of losing his mum. “Shrewd man.”

“My son doesn’t live here.”

“Shrewder still.” Lake sighed. “His and Amy’s new house isn’t the same. I feel like a third wheel.”

“That would be an accurate assessment.” A pause. “You were a third wheel here, too.”

“Yes, but it was easier with you.” More comfortable. He could always be completely himself.

Lake fished for the remote on the coffee table, not quite reaching it, but not quite willing to work for it either. He threw Knight a cheeky wink. “I’ve taken your guest room upstairs. We’re sharing a bathroom.”

Knight moved to the coffee table and offered him the remote. “Have you considered finding a more permanent living arrangement? Selling your inherited properties?”

Lake took the other end, but Knight didn’t let go. Awaiting an answer, of course. “The cottage maybe,” Lake admitted, “but the distillery has been in the Lakewood family for generations. Even though it’s sitting there unused, it feels wrong to give it up.”

Knight released his hold on the remote. “Start with the cottage, then.”

“It’s an awful lot of organizing—” At Knight’s flattening lips, Lake started nodding “—which I will get on to, very, very soon.”

If Knight were inanimate, he’d be an actionable item list. Procrastination was uncharted territory to him. He screamed checkbox, and a smarter person would grab the nearest pencil and start checking.

Lake offered up his most charming smile. “And until I get around to it?”

Knight sighed. “The guestroom downstairs has its own bathroom.”

“So actually, about that room. I had a thought.”

“Why do I suddenly feel anxious?”

Knight plucked up the remarkably preserved lily—all that hairspray, perhaps?—and hiked toward the archway that led to the dining room.

Lake rolled off the couch and skedaddled after him to the open kitchen. Door knobs, light fixtures, faucets, and hinges were all wrought-iron. Everything so charmingly rustic, a horse braying in the background wouldn’t have felt out of place.

“Amy’s cousin Harry. Early twenties, cute face. Auburn hair and freckles.”

“I recall. Very polite, very happy. Danced with his grandmother and his cousin most of the night. Seemed impressed with the wedding ceremony and reception.”

“He did love the crostini.”

Knight slipped the lily into a miniature vase and side-eyed him. “He wasn’t the only one.”

“Are there any left?”

Knight set the vase by the vintage water pitcher Lake had encouraged Taylor to buy his dad for Christmas, and opened the pantry. He brought out a crostini platter. “Picked them up this afternoon. If you hadn’t turned up uninvited, I’d have tracked you down.”

Lake grabbed a baked artichoke and parmesan crostini and moaned into a crunchy bite. “You’re the best, Knightly.”

“I do try, Emerett.”

Lake swallowed at his first name. It wasn’t something anyone else used, just Knight, and only on occasion. But when he did . . . it always jolted him.

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I'm a big, BIG fan of slow-burn romances. I love to read and write stories with characters who slowly fall in love.

Some of my favorite tropes to read and write are: Enemies to Lovers, Friends to Lovers, Clueless Guys, Bisexual, Pansexual, Demisexual, Oblivious MCs, Everyone (Else) Can See It, Slow Burn, Love Has No Boundaries.

I write a variety of stories, Contemporary MM Romances with a good dollop of emotion, Contemporary lighthearted MM Romances, and even a splash of fantasy.

My books have been translated into German, Italian, French, Spanish, and Thai.

Contact: http://www.anytasunday.com/about-anyta/

Sign up for Anyta's newsletter and receive a free e-book:

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Contact Anyta:
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rock by Anyta Sunday

 

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Igneous.

When Cooper’s parents divorce, he finds himself landed in Week About—one week with his mum and one week with his dad.
Only, it’s not just his dad he has to live with. There’s Lila, too: The other woman, the one who stole the rock-solid foundation of his life.
And then . . .
There’s Jace. Lila’s son. Lila’s smug, regurgitated-fish-scale-blue eyed son.
All Cooper wants is to have his family back the way it once was, but there’s something about this boy that promises things will never be the same again.

Sedimentary.

Resisting the realities of his new life, Cooper and Jace get off to a rocky start. But rocky start or not, after hundreds of shared memories together, they forge something new. A close . . . friendship.
Because friendship is all they can have. Although it’s not like they are real brothers. Technically, they’re not even stepbrothers . . .

Metamorphic.

But how does that friendship evolve under the pressures of life?
Under pressures of the heart?

My Rating - 5 Stars!

Wow, Anyta Sunday's Rock is one hell of a read. This has been on my tbr list for years, and I finally got a chance to read it. 

Rock is a stepbrother romance with angst, angst, and more angst. The tone throughout is that of need, want, pain, and heartache. 

All told from Cooper's pov, the story starts with the anger and pain of discovering his father's double life and his parent's divorce. Upon spending time with his father's other family, he meets Jace, his stepbrother. 

This is a messy, heartbreaking tale, as the two boys go from strangers, to frenemies, to best friends, and more. Their journey spans many years and left me gutted most of the time. 

It's a tale of family, painful decisions, and truth. The author excels in exploring that one can't help who they love. It's a tale of sexual awakening, sexual discovery, and sexual exploration. It's a story of 

coming out, coming of age, and all the changes life brings. 

And then there's the rocks. Omg. I am still stunned with how well the author approaches the meaning behind Cooper's rocks and being a rock for a person. It's as emotional as it is impressive. 

The writing is obviously well done, riveting, and all consuming. I definitely don't like the present tense, as it makes the story awkward to me at times. But the way Cooper talks and feels seems to fit that writing style. His feelings jump of the pages throughout. 

Rock is an all consuming read. Anyta Sunday brings all the emotions to the table with this forbidden romance. I highly recommend this read when you're in the mood for anguish and more anguish. It will take you on one hell of a journey and will leave you completely consumed throughout.