Stuff by Josephine Myles – Release Blitz

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Buy Links: Amazon US | Amazon UK
 
Length: 93,000 words
 
 
Blurb
 

When Mr. Glad Rags meets Mr. Riches, the result is flaming fun.


Tobias ìMasî Maslin doesnít need much. A place of his own, weekends spent clubbing, and a rich boyfriend for love and security. Pity his latest sugar daddy turns out to be married with kids. Mas wants to be special, not someoneís dirty little secret.


When he loses his job and his flat on the same day, Masís world starts unravellingÖ until he stumbles across a down-at-heel vintage clothes shop. Now he just needs to convince the delightfully shy owner heís in need of a new salesman.


Perry Cavendish-Fiennes set up Cabbages and Kinks solely to annoy his controlling father. Heíd much rather spend every spare moment on his true passion, art. That is until Mas comes flaming into his life, talking nineteen to the dozen and turning his world upside down.


Against his better judgment Perry offers Mas a job and a place to live, but it turns out he should have listened to his instincts. The shop is already financially on the brink, and Masís flirting makes him feel things heís never felt for a man. Yet Mas seems convinced they can make a go of itóin the shop, and together. That is, until Masís past starts to catch up with himÖ


Warning: Contains an eccentric bumbling Englishman, a gobby drama queen, fantastic retro clothing, scary fairies, exes springing out of the woodwork, and a well-aimed glass of bubbly. Written in brilliantly British English.

 
Excerpt
 

The curtain swished back behind the young man with the angelic face, and Perry let his body sag with relief. What the blazes had been going on there? The chap clearly wanted something more than the trousers, but figuring out what was beyond Perryís limited people skills. Perhaps heíd been sent by Perryís father to check up on him.


But no, that was just paranoia talking, wasnít it? His father wouldnít stoop to underhand dealings like that. In fact, his father would probably come himself so he could deliver a lecture. If he even cared enough to check up on what Perry was doing with his life.


ìThere a mirror in here anywhere?î a voice called from the other room, rousing Perry from visions of his father lecturing him about wasting his potential and shirking his responsibilities. The customer. Right. Concentrate on him, who most definitively wasnít anything more than a casual browser, because there was no way his father would employ someone in such cheap clothing.


ìA mirror?î


The man poked his head around the curtain, surprising Perry into taking a step backwards. ìA big shiny reflective thing. Most clothes shops have them to let people see how things fit. I mean, I can tell theyíre comfy and they look good from this angle, but itís next to impossible to get a good view of my arse. Believe me, Iíve tried.î


Perry couldnít stop himself taking a quick peek at the rear in question. He was no expert on menís posteriors. He was no expert on womenís either, but he had an inkling that the rear in question would probably fit most peopleís definition of attractive. The burgundy wool pulled tight over rounded buttocks. Too tight, actually. There were pull lines running across and spoiling the overall look. ìThey donít fit quite right. At the back. Youíd need more fabric there.î


ìAre you saying my bum looks big in this?î The young man batted his long eyelashes at Perry and thrust his rear end even farther out. Heíd split a seam if he wasnít careful.


ìIt does look a little too large. But not in a bad way,î Perry rushed to add.


ìDonít worry, Iím not offended. Iím just flattered you noticed.î


Perry hesitated before replying. Were they flirting? Heíd never flirted with a man beforeónot knowingly, anywayóbut it felt a little like the awkward conversations heíd had with women he was trying to pick up in the past. Back in the days before heíd decided to ditch that whole confusing part of the proceedings and go straight to a professional instead. ìI noticed,î he ended up mumbling. ìMaybe we could find you something else that fits better.î


ìNah, youíre all right. I shouldnít really be buying anything right now anyway. Just lost my job, didnít I?î


ìDreadfully sorry to hear that.î


Now the man was grinning at him with quite the widest, toothiest smile Perry had ever seen. ìYouíre a posh one, arenít you? What are you doing hanging out in a dump like this?î


It didnít feel like an insult, coming from someone with an expression of what felt like genuine interest. And while he knew he should probably take offence, Perry had to face it, the shop was a dump. In the end, he just stuck his hand out. ìPeregrine Cavendish-Fiennes at your service. And I own this dump. Well, the business side of it. Not the premises, unfortunately, and at this rate, Iím never likely to. I live upstairs.î Now he was babbling, while the man with the pretty smile and the well-formed rear was holding his hand and stroking his thumb across the back of his hand. Definitely not a platonic handshake, and it sent a strange kind of shiver all the way up Perryís arm and down his spine, ending up somewhere in his groin.


ìNice to meetcha, Peregrine.î The name came out tentatively, as if he was testing it on the way. ìIs that like the falcon?î


ìItís a family name. My paternal great-grandfatherís. But please call me Perry. Everyone does.î


ìPerry. I like it. Iím Mas. And thatís short for Tobias Maslin, so I guess thatís kind of a family name too. Not that I ever knew my dadís surname. Some Greek waiter called Cassius, according to Mum.î


ìYouíre Greek?î Perhaps that explained the colouring. Masís bone structure was too dainty to look classically Greek, but he had a golden bloom to his skin, and the thickest dark eyelashes Perry had ever seen.


ìPossibly half-Greek. Or Mum might be lying. Or he might have been lying and was really from Chigwell. Thereís no real way of knowing, is there? Not without a time-machine, and I ainít got one of those stashed away at home anywhere.î Mas seemed perfectly cheerful about his status as a bastard of indeterminate ethnicity, but then again, not everyone had been brought up in a family that could trace their ancestry back to beyond the Norman invasion. Not everyone had a family coat of arms either. Perry wished he could swap places with the hoi polloi. Life must be much simpler without the weight of all that history dragging you down.


ìSo, Perry, mind if I ask you a favour?î Mas began, and to his horror Perry watched him start to unbutton the trousers. ìWhat?î Mas glanced down at his hands, then back up at Perry. Amusement glinted in his eyes. ìOh, not that kind of a favour. No need to panic. Not that Iíd turn you down if you offered or anything, but I wouldnít ask. Well, thatís bullshit. If we were in a club, I might. Youíve got a lush set of lips on you. Bet theyíd feel amazing.î


Perry clapped his hand over his mouth.

Author Bio


English through and through, Josephine Myles is addicted to tea and busy cultivating a reputation for eccentricity. She writes gay erotica and romance, but finds the erotica keeps cuddling up to the romance, and the romance keeps corrupting the erotica. Jo blames her rebellious muse but he never listens to her anyway, no matter how much she threatens him with a big stick. Sheís beginning to suspect he enjoys it.


Joís novel Stuff won the 2014 Rainbow Award for Best Bisexual Romance, and her novella Merry Gentlemen won the 2014 Rainbow Award for Best Gay Romantic Comedy. She loves to be busy, and is currently having fun trying to work out how she is going to fit in her love of writing, dressmaking and attending cabaret shows in fabulous clothing around the demands of a preteen with special needs and an incessantly curious toddler.


Website and blog: josephinemyles.com/
Facebook: facebook.com/josephine.myles.author
Twitter: @JosephineMyles
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