Wedding Favors (A Bluewater Bay Story) by @AnneTenino {#Giveaway} @RiptideBooks


WeddingFavors_400x600blurbLucas Wilder’s best friend is a traitor. First, Audrey moved back to their hick-infested hometown, Bluewater Bay, and now she’s marrying a local. His own brother, in fact. And as her man of honor, Lucas gets coerced into returning for an extended stay. Although, between his unfaithful ex-boyfriend and his artist’s block, going home isn’t the worst thing that could happen. Even if the best man is Gabriel Savage, Lucas’s first crush, first hookup, and first heartbreak.

The only reason Gabe hasn’t been waiting for Lucas to return to Bluewater Bay is because he never thought it’d happen. Not that it matters now that Lucas is back—Gabe’s still a logger who’s never been anywhere (Canada doesn’t count), and Lucas is now a famous sculptor who’s been everywhere twice. Plus, there’s that shared past.

When Audrey asks Lucas to make her wedding favors, the only place to set up a kiln is at Gabe’s tree farm. Soon, they pick up where they left off twelve years before, then blow past it, discovering why neither of them forgot the other. Now they have to choose how much of their history they’ll repeat, and what future they’ll make together.



bioCatalyzed by her discovery of LGBTQ romance, Anne Tenino left the lucrative fields of art history, non-profit fundraising, and domestic engineering to follow her dream of become a starving romance author. For good or ill, her snarky, silly, quasi-British sense of humor came along for the ride.

Anne applies her particular blend of romance, comedy and gay protagonists to contemporary, scifi and paranormal tales. Her works have won awards, she’s been featured in RT Book Reviews, and has achieved bestseller status on Amazon’s gay romance list.

Born and raised in Oregon, Anne lives in Portland with her husband and two kids, who have all taken a sacred oath to never read her books. She can usually be found at her computer, procrastinating.

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Every comment on this blog tour enters you in a draw for a $15 Riptide gift card. Entries close at midnight, Eastern time, on April 18th. Contest is NOT restricted to U.S. entries. Don’t forget to add your email so we can contact you if you win!

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Billionaire with Benefits by @AnneTenino ~ @RiptideBooks

Hello, and welcome to the Billionaire with Benefits Blog Tour! *fanfare, etc*BillionaireWithBenefits_150x300

You might have noticed this book took me a while to write . . . or maybe you didn’t notice, but take my word for it, it did. That might be why it ended up longer than it needed it to be. Ultimately we trimmed over 15,000 words from the original Billionaire manuscript, so posts from me (as opposed to spotlights and reviews) are all going to be cut scenes from the book. Sort of like the extras on a DVD, but, you know, not.

A list of stops on the tour can be found here. Why would you want to follow the tour? Well, because I’m giving away a fabulous, one-of-a-kind Voodoo Ken Kit, which the winner can use to seek revenge on any or all of their exes. How do you win? Check the bottom of each tour post for details.


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It’s just a friend thing

Before confessing his gayness to his best friend, Tierney Terrebonne’s sex life is strictly restroom. After confessing his gayness to his best friend . . . it doesn’t improve much. Why bother trying when the man he’s loved for fourteen years (see: “best friend”) is totally unattainable? Good thing Tierney is an old hand at accepting defeat; all it takes is a bottle of bourbon. Or fifty. Repeat as needed.

Dalton Lehnart has a history of dating wealthy, damaged, closeted, lying, cheating, no-good, cowardly men, so of course he’s immediately attracted to Tierney Terrebonne. Fortunately, Tierney is so dissolute that even Dalton’s feelings for the man would be better described as pity. Which becomes sympathy as they get to know each other. Followed by compassion, concern, caring, and hopefulness as Tierney struggles to change his life. When the man comes out very publicly and enters rehab, Dalton finds himself downright attached to Tierney. And as everyone knows, after attachment comes . . .

Uh oh.

But post-rehab Tierney can’t handle more than friendship, so Dalton should be safe from repeating his own past mistakes, right? Right?



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Present Day

Sunday was a day to play a game commonly called “rugby” but which Tierney thought of as “bloodletting and beer with a ball.” Sometimes he remembered the ball. Tierney’d always looked forward to Sundays, but when Ian had moved to the city and started playing on Tierney’s team, Sunday became the best day of Tierney’s week.

For a couple of months. Until Tierney figured out that, while he’d always thought of Ian as his closest friend and backup plan, Ian pretty much saw Tierney as not much more than an old college buddy.

Then, last week, when Tierney’d gone to pick him up for their scrimmage, Ian had been freshly showered and seemed too fucking loose. Relaxed.

Sated. As if he’d been banging some chick all night long.

A chick he had, like, feelings for.

Knocking on Ian’s door this particular Sunday afternoon, Tierney couldn’t shake his foul mood. So foul he was ready to quit playing rugby if his friend was going to be a dick. Last week, Ian had taken forever to answer. If that douche took too long to answer this week, Tierney’d—

Ian opened the door. “Hey man.”

Tierney’s anger switched gears. “Nice of you to show right away this time.” Stepping forward into the entry, he started forming his plan of verbal attack. “You ready or—”

A nearly naked guy stood in Ian’s bedroom doorway, blinking like he’d just woken up.

Christ. Tierney’s mouth was an uncharacteristic beat or two behind. “Dude?”

“Just a sec,” Ian said from the end of an echoey tunnel. “Almost ready.”

Sam. That was his name, the guy in Ian’s place. That skinny, flaming waiter Ian had met a few weeks ago. Tierney couldn’t breathe, blackness creeping into his vision from the sides, narrowing his focus down to a pinprick. Until all he could see was his closest friend in the world, the guy whose image he’d jacked off to a million times and who he’d fucking been holding out for, walking up to that emaciated pale twink on the other side of his living room and—

Jesus fucking Christ. Tierney’s palm hit the wall, holding him steady.

—Ian kissed Sam.


Want a chance to win Voodoo Ken? Well, keep looking, because this isn’t the post with the magical question. FYI, I’ll ship worldwide, so anyone can enter.




bioRaised on a steady diet of Monty Python, classical music and the visual arts, Anne Tenino was—famously—the first patient diagnosed with Compulsive Romantic Disorder. Since that day, Anne has taken on conquering the M/M world through therapeutic writing. Finding out who those guys having sex in her head are and what to do with them has been extremely liberating.

Anne’s husband finds it liberating as well, although in a somewhat different way. Her two daughters are mildly confused by Anne’s need to twist webvatarKen dolls into odd positions. However, other than occasionally stealing Ken1’s strap-on, they let Mom do her thing without interference.

Wondering what Anne does in her spare time? Mostly she lies on the couch, eats bonbons and shirks housework.

Check out what Anne’s up to now by visiting her site.



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Book Tour and #Giveaway: Poster Boy by @AnneTenino ~ @RiptideBooks


Welcome to the Poster Boy Blog Tour! *confetti*

As you may or may not know, Poster Boy is the fifth in the Theta Alpha Gamma series, and (at least as far as I’m able to be sure about such things) the last TAG book. No, no, don’t be sad, be happy—we’re gonna go out in style!


Let’s discuss the nitty-gritty: the Blog Tour Giveaway. The prize package this time includes: one lovely “Theta Alpha Gamma Beer Terrorist Response Team” sweatshirt (I believe I have sizes M-XXL available, choice of two styles); one paperback copy of Frat Boy and Toppy with the new cover art, signed and inscribed to the winner; a bar of soap I bought in Les Baux (was going to send olives from Sainte-Remy, but we ate them . . . sorry about that) and; of course, one penis crocheted by moi.


How does one win, you ask? By following the tour, collecting all the official “prize” words (posts will have them clearly marked), and using them as directed at the end of this post (it’s complicated).

Happy word hunting, and enjoy the tour (psssssst, this one is heavy on the cut scenes).

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It’s all fun and games until someone puts his heart out.

When Jock meets sexy grad student Toby at a frat party, things finally start looking up. After having been outed to his hockey team and then changing schools, he figures he’s due something good—like the sex he missed out on in the closet. Toby seems like a great place to start, and their night together is an awesome introduction to the fine art of hooking up.

Toby’s heart takes a bruising after the near-perfect experience with Jock leads to . . . nothing. He’s been left on the outside as his friends pair up into blissful coupledom, and he’s in danger of never completing (or starting) his thesis. Can’t something go right?

Then Toby’s coerced into chaperoning a Theta Alpha Gamma trip to France. Not that he’s complaining. What better place to finish his thesis and get over that frat boy? Except Jock’s outing is leaked to the press, making him an unwilling gay rights martyr, and he decides France is a great escape, too. It’s a break from reality for both guys, but they soon find their connection is as real as it gets.


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It’s not a spoiler for me to tell you that Toby and Jock get together for a one-nighter before they go to France together, right? I mean, it’s in the blurb and all.

Okay, good, because this outtake is a post-coital one, after Jock and Toby hook up in Toby’s apartment. You see, Toby has this roommate, Larry the Breeder. I think the best way to describe him is from the book (not an outtake, in case you wondered)—“Larry always tried to talk to the guys Toby was with, but the way he did it had the air of someone trying to communicate with a remote and undereducated tribe of savages, asking probing questions that he assumed they’d find inoffensive. Larry was working on his master’s in social anthropology, and Toby had begun to suspect he was writing a thesis on the mating habits of The Geighs.”

In the final version of the book, Toby alludes to Larry “bringing a girl home,” but let me tell you, there was a whole (cut) scene encompassed in PosterBoy_150x300that single, partial sentence. And here, for your reading pleasure, is said scene:


Noises woke Jock up. Other people’s voices, filtering through the wall, a guy and a girl. Giggling and talking. Toby had roommates, right? He’d said something about that. Jock drifted off again, but a few minutes later a moan jerked him back to consciousness.

Then a rhythmic creaking started up.

“Jesus,” Toby mumbled. “Larry brought home a lively one tonight.”

So, he had a straight roommate? It shouldn’t matter, but it made him itchy inside. Kind of the same itchy that intellectual guys used to make him feel. He turned his head on the pillow to see Toby blinking at him in the moonlight, trying to decide when he’d stopped having that reaction.

Except it had started again. “Where are your glasses?”

Toby yawned and rolled onto his back. “In the pocket of my sweatshirt, why?”

“Dunno.” Jock shrugged. “Just wondered.” He flinched when he heard something hit the wall, then a particularly loud, male moan. “So, your roommate’s bedroom is next to yours.”

“Yeah, sorry,” Toby mumbled, eyes closed again. “Don’t worry, he never lasts longer than five minutes, and he did that last month so chances are it’ll be less.” At least that’s what Jock thought he said, but he couldn’t hear him that clearly over the screeching springs next door.

“So, like, he put his bed right up against the same wall.” Did he listen to Toby? Had he been here earlier?

Toby snorted. “I guess you could say we have a bit of a rivalry.” He gave up on trying to sleep, raising a brow at Jock, smirking slightly. “Wanna go head-to-head?”


Toby looked at him a long moment. “Sorry. I guess I’m a little competitive when it comes to Larry the Breeder—“

“That’s your roommate?” The one they could hear grunting repeatedly?

Toby scowled toward the noises, then nodded. “Yeah. Anyway, we spend a fair amount of time trying to one-up each other. It’s like a nuclear-sex arms race.” He grimaced. “It’s not very attractive is it? He and I may need to negotiate a non-proliferation agreement or something.” Toby propped his head up on his hand, frowning. Then he punched the wall when a particularly loud thump startled them both.

Jock snorted. “I don’t think you need to worry about proliferating unless you start bringing home girls.” Toby smiled at him, until he went on, having to speak louder over the increasing noise in the next room. “But no, I can’t say I’m interested in being another missile in your silo or whatever.”

Toby reached across the foot or so of mattress that separated them and stroked Jock’s arm, expression very serious. “That’s not how I think of you. You’re not a notch on my bedpost.”

Jock froze. What did that mean, exactly? This wasn’t a one-night thing? That’s what he’d thought, but Toby was looking at him seriously, squeezing his biceps, as if waiting for Jock to respond somehow. Oh this isn’t awkward or anything.

“I’m coming!” Larry yelled through the wall. “Oh, yes! Fuck! Fuck! Fuuuuuck!”

Saved by the breeder.

“So we hear, but thanks for confirming it,” Toby hollered back. “I’ll put it on my calendar—you made it over four minutes that time.”

The distinctive sound of a fist hitting plaster was followed by a “Fuck you.”

Toby scowled and flipped off the next room.

“You didn’t seriously time him, did you?” Jock asked.

Toby smirked. “No, but he thinks I did.”

“I don’t think your treaty negotiations with Larry the Breeder are going to work out very well.”


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For those of you playing to win the blog tour prize cache, here’s the word: sweet.

The word game—the rules are that I provide a bunch of words, and you have to create an ode to testicles. Hey, it’s fair—I gave you an ode to testicles in the book (well, part of one), you should give me one in return, using all the words from the tour. You may add any other words you need to, but it must include every word I gave out on the tour.

Of course, creative cheating might receive a pass from me . . .

At the end of the tour, send your ode to me at anne @ and I will choose one lucky winner from all the entries I receive by paying one of my children some exorbitant amount to draw an ode out of a hat (or other handy receptacle). All masterpieces must be to me by May 4th, 2014 at midnight Pacific Daylight Time (GMT -7:00). For a schedule of all tour stops, you can go here.

Oh, and:

*If the winner will be at GRL, GayRomance Northwest or the RT Booklover’s Convention, I’m also offering a lunch with me. And yes, I’ll pay. 😉

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About the Author

Raised on a steady diet of Monty Python, classical music and the visual arts, Anne Tenino was—famously—the first patient diagnosed with Compulsive Romantic Disorder. Since that day, Anne has taken on conquering the M/M world through therapeutic writing. Finding out who those guys having sex in her head are and what to do with them has been extremely liberating.

Anne’s husband finds it liberating as well, although in a somewhat different way. Her two daughters are mildly confused by Anne’s need to twist Ken dolls into odd positions. However, other than occasionally stealing Ken1’s strap-on, they let Mom do her thing without interference.

Wondering what Anne does in her spare time? Mostly she lies on the couch, eats bonbons and shirks housework.

Check out what Anne’s up to now by visiting her site.

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*Guest Post & Blog Giveaway* Too Stupid To Live by Anne Tenino *Riptide*

“Ian the Unsure”

Welcome to the Too Stupid to Live Blog Tour!

Normally, I’d be throwing confetti around (as in my last couple of blog tours) but this time I decided to go bigger—I’m giving away original artwork. For those of you not familiar with my male genital sculptures (that makes them sound so respectable, doesn’t it?), I’ll direct you here to my website, where I’m showcasing the ones I’ve made in the past, and the ones I’m giving away for this blog tour. For those of you dying to win, the details are at the bottom of this post (but really, it’s only polite to read the post first, right?).

On that note, I’ll stop the intro stuff and get on with it.

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I’ve said a fair amount on this tour about Sam, but what about Ian? The book opens in his point of view, and roughly half of the story is told from inside his head, so clearly he’s important. What kind of guy is he?

Initially, all we know is what Ian was: the kind of guy who easily passes for straight and does so without thinking about whether he wants to. He’s never lacked for interested, attractive sex partners, and he’s taken what they offered. Relationships were a hindrance to the lifestyle he felt he had to live, so—other than one rather unsuccessful early attempt—he’s never tried to have one.

But now Ian’s trying to change his life, and to do that he realizes he has to work on himself. He’s moved to live near Jurgen, where he thinks he might be able to do that.

Now he just needs someone to tell him how.

And a guy interested in trying out that relationship thing might be a bonus. Enter Sam. At first, Ian thinks—and says—that Sam isn’t his type. Sam’s outside his realm of experience, and even though Ian quickly figures out that maybe Sam could be his type, old patterns die hard.

In other words, Ian knows how to get Sam into bed with him, but can’t figure out what to do with him after that.

Ian decides that he wants to be with Sam at a party at Nik and Jurgen’s house. As you know if you’ve read Whitetail Rock and The Fix, Jurgen is Ian’s cousin, and Nik is Sam’s closest friend. When Ian showed up at the party, Jurgen specifically asked Ian not to “mess with” Sam, and Ian had promised he wouldn’t.

Yet he couldn’t quite stop himself from seducing Sam.

He thought it was more than sex, but once the sex is over Ian isn’t sure what “more than sex” actually means. In the following excerpt, Ian’s in very unfamiliar territory, lying next to a sleeping Sam and—to his shock—brooding.

The following post-coital moment isn’t exactly brought to you by “Afterglow.”

Then Ian lay there, thinking so fast it was like thinking nothing, but less relaxing. He’d come hard enough that he should be out cold for hours, but between that crazy-strong orgasm and Sam just passing out after? Ian couldn’t sleep.

Maybe he’d eaten something funny.

Sam was clearly having no issues sleeping. He hadn’t eaten the same things, probably. Ian rolled onto his side. He meant to roll away from Sam, but his body somehow got the wrong message and he rolled to face Sam instead. The kid was stomach-down, hugging the sheets like a lover, head turned away from Ian.

Aw, fuck. Ian forced himself onto his back again, and watched the room grow lighter as the sun came up. East-facing window. He’d never fall asleep here with an east-facing window.

Hell, he might as well get up and leave. His work here was done, he knew the kid well enough, right? It’d be at least an hour until he could get it up again. He was thirty-three; he just couldn’t fuck forever the way he’d used to.

He should leave before anyone in the house woke up.

Fuck. Jurgen.

There was no way he could explain why he’d ignored Jurgen’s request to leave Sam alone. And he had an inkling that Jurgen wouldn’t quite see the “getting to know him first” thing the same way Ian had.

Why had he done that? He’d never just ignored a request from Jurgen like that. It was totally out of character. Things had just . . . gotten out of hand. Sam had been in that hot tub, looking nervous and, well, cute, and then he’d reacted so perfectly when Ian dropped his towel. As if he could’ve come just by looking at him.

Ian turned his head, looking one more time at Sam. He snuffled, rubbing his nose in his sleep, then sighed and rolled over.


Okay, he probably needed to think about this. Come up with an explanation for Jurgen. Staying here, waiting for Jurgen to get up and plan out an ambush, was probably a bad idea, though. Best course of action was to get out of bed before anyone was up, get out of here, and head back to the city until he came up with a reasonable explanation.

That was why he needed to leave. To think.

He refused to listen to the little voice inside spouting off opinions about running away and bad decisions.

Interesting, no? Let me interest you further with the blurb. After the blurb is the buy link, where you can read another, longer excerpt as well:

It isn’t true love until someone gets hurt.

Sam’s a new man. Yes, he’s still too tall, too skinny, too dorky, too gay, and has that unfortunate addiction to romance novels, but he’s wised up. His One True Love is certainly still out there, but he knows now that real life is nothing like fiction. He’s cultivated the necessary fortitude to say “no” to the next Mr. Wrong, no matter how hot, exciting, and/or erotic-novel-worthy he may be.

Until he meets Ian.

Ian’s a new man. He’s pain-free, has escaped the job he hated and the family who stifled him, and is now—possibly—ready to dip his toe into the sea of relationships. He’s going to be cautious, though, maybe start with someone who knows the score and isn’t looking for anything too complicated. Someone with experience and simple needs that largely revolve around the bedroom.

Until he meets Sam.

Sam’s convinced that Ian is no one’s Mr. Right. Ian’s sure that Sam isn’t his type. They can’t both be wrong . . . can they?

Interested? You can read another exclusive excerpt & purchase Too Stupid to Live from Riptide Publishing here:

If you’ve read the book and you’re just looking for the magic win-the-yarn-penis question, it’s below. But first, let’s go over the contest rules, such as they are:

*I’ll be giving away one crocheted cock per post; please include the question you’re answering in your email so I know which post it is.

*Winners will have to provide me with a mailing address to send the penis to after I notify them by email (about January 21st).

*There are no geographic restrictions on winning—I will send anywhere in the world, even to countries in which customs may confiscate the item (although if it doesn’t make it, I won’t be able to provide a replacement, I’m sorry).

*Winners will be chosen randomly from each correct answer I receive by January 20th. That’s two days after the blog tour ends.

To win, correctly answer the question below in the body of an email sent to me at anne @

What’s the name of Sam’s coworker at Fatty’s?

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About Anne Tenino: Raised on a steady media diet of Monty Python, classical music and the visual arts, Anne Tenino rocked the mental health world when she was the first patient diagnosed with Compulsive Romantic Disorder. Since that day, Anne has taken on conquering the M/M world through therapeutic writing. Finding out who those guys having sex in her head are and what to do with them has been extremely liberating.

Anne’s husband finds it liberating as well, although in a somewhat different way. Her two daughters are mildly confused by Anne’s need to twist Ken dolls into odd positions. They were raised to be open-minded children, however, and other than occasionally stealing Ken1’s strap-on, they let Mom do her thing without interference.

Wondering what Anne does in her spare time? Mostly she lies on the couch, eats bonbons and shirks housework.

Check out what Anne’s up to now by visiting her site.

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Review: Love, Hypothetical by Anne Tenino *Riptide Publishing*

Hypothetical love can be a real pain in the ass.

Paul’s been called many things—graduate student, humanities tutor, jock-hater, even broke—but “forgiving” isn’t one of them. When the new women’s softball coach at Calapooya College specifically requests Paul to tutor his athletes, Paul’s forced to put aside his strict “no athletes” policy for the sake of his paycheck.

Enter Trevor Gardiner, former Major League Baseball player and Paul’s high school boyfriend. Yeah, that one—the guy who sacrificed Paul for the safety of his closet and his future career. But Trevor’s come out and retired from baseball, and now he’s looking for forgiveness and a second chance.

There’s no earthly reason Paul should give him one, but he keeps letting the man state his case. And touch him. And take him sailing. The waters are far from smooth, though, and Paul says awful things to Trevor he isn’t sure he means. Now Paul has to decide: apologize and forgive Trevor for everything, or chalk it up as revenge and move on.

I obtained the above information from Riptide Publishing website.

You can visit my review of Frat Boy & Toppy – The first in the Theta Alpha Gamma series! 🙂

I received this book from Riptide for my honest thoughts… So here we go… Oh wait.. First…. Let me say this again…. My only warning is that this is a m/m loving story. So, if this is not your cup of tea… You will not offend me. You can merely just drop by to say Hi! Thanks for coming over in advance!

Ms. Anne is a very crafty author! This story is a show of her wit and humor… The characters in this story – one in particular must have given her ulcers, lol… This story is like watching a train wreck and not being able to look away because you pray that the crash really doesn’t happen. This story will make you laugh, make you sigh, make you want to slap a bitch (ha, Paul) but this story will also make you tear up and hold someone till the memories are erased.

Anne makes all right with the world of Paul and Trevor but not before making one or the other grovel…

So, let me let you get to know Paul… He is a prick. No, seriously.. He is, lol. He will even tell you himself. But he has a past that would hurt anyone. And it has scarred him so much that he has put up a wall, should say a dam around his heart. Allowing no one in… And if the walls are not enough… He has an attitude to push away anyone that might think they could love him…. That is until his old love returns… And then all bets are off and love becomes hypothetically…

Trevor did something that was pretty shitty in his past but he grew up a lot and now knows what’s important in his life… But the question is… Is what’s important enough to tear down a dam and survive… Well, there’s only one way to do that…. Find the one man that made him feel like he was his whole world and ask for a second chance… Because hypothetically speaking… Love would still be there!!!

This story is just that good… I mean Paul has a friendship base that he didn’t think he has and they do things that make Paul wonder did he do right to deserve friends like them… Those are the kind of friends that make you feel proud to know you have friends who have your back even when you thought you pushed them all away…

These two have a story to tell you that I hope you let them tell you!

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Book Review: Frat Boy & Toppy by Anne Tenino *Riptide Publishing*

Frat Boy and Toppy by Anne Tenino Frat Boy and Toppy

Brad is great at meeting other people’s expectations. But his own? Not so much. Take the gay thing. Okay, so yeah. It took a morning meeting with a frat brother’s hairy, naked ass for him to admit it, but he knows the truth about himself now. Let the gay life commence.

Unfortunately, it’s not that easy. He hasn’t quite determined how to come out to anyone, even Sebastian, the geeky-hot TA in his history class. Sebastian is everything Brad is not. Intellectual, suave, hairy. Out. And he doesn’t seem interested in Brad, even when Brad makes a fool of himself trying to catch his notice.

Score one for foolery: Sebastian does more than notice Brad; he takes him to bed. Brad’s been with plenty of girls, but with Sebastian, the sex is something else entirely—hot, mind-blowing, affirming, and a little domineering in a way that drives him wild. But when great sex turns into something more—dare he admit the “L” word?—Brad must face the crushing realization that Sebastian doesn’t feel the same. Unless, of course, he does. After all, even grad students can be idiots about matters of the heart.

I obtained the above information from Riptide Publishing House.

My only warning is that this is a m/m loving story. So, if this is not your cup of tea… You will not offend me. You can merely just drop by to say Hi! Thanks for coming over in advance!

Where do I start with this one… This is my first Anne Tenino story I have read and it won’t be my last. She engaged me in the story from the first page to the last page… This story was such a treat. There was drama, there was lust going to go love, there was family support and there was friend support. The story was sweet and even though I thought it was going to go bittersweet on me… The ending had me grinning from ear to ear!

Brad is a frat boy college guy. He is just a typical guy… He is on the football team, he belongs to a frat house, he has scored more off the field than on the field if you know what I mean… He is the jock of all jocks. But he is also confused as to what team he truly wants to play for. What I found delightful about Brad is that he does go to family – well his family actually comes to him – when it comes to the matter of his heart.
Another delight, not sure if I would say delight, but I found that I loved was that Brad did have a conscience. He did give to thought to his past flings. Especially when he truly “comes out.”

Sebastian is my geeks geek! I love him. He is such a great character and such a tease. He is patient and understanding but he also knows that things don’t always last forever. But I will have to say he does know what team he plays for… He loves guys. He has loved lots of guys. Always playing, never looking for anything series. Sebastian did not think he was capable of anything other than a few months of play. But when he finally figure out what love is… It might be too late.

This is a great tale of the actual “coming out” the gay closet. It is such a sweet, but heart tearing story. Brad is really confused and being stuck in a house full of straight guys is just another thing he has to deal with. Being told you are one thing your whole life, hinders who you truly are. But what I liked was Brad is at the age where the decisions are his to make, his life to control. It was kinda scary knowing that Brad wanted to come out because of where he was in life… In college, in a frat house. I mean, I can only imagine how hard it might be for some to just come out… but to come out in a frat house. It could have gotten very ugly.
But this story is truly a delightful tale of two people who discover love in a tight spot!

I hope you enjoy this story as much as I did! It truly is an awwweee kinda story!

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Lillie J. Roberts

Author of Paranormal Romance

Book Hub, Inc.

The Total Book Experience

Life Through the Big Screen

A podcast where I invite guests from all walks of life to discuss their favorite movies, and we use that film as a starting point to talk about deeper issues such as faith, politics, and social issues.

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