“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 http://annetenino.com/x-rated-crochet-gallery/
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.
Hell.
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:
http://www.riptidepublishing.com/titles/too-stupid-live
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 @ annetenino.com.
What’s
the name of Sam’s coworker at Fatty’s?
Here is some pictures of the wonderful presents..
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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. http://annetenino.com
And remember... Always keep it Dirty, Smutty & Hussy!
