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Thursday, August 26, 2010

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Mallory Path
Release date: August 14th, 2010
Silver Publishing
M/M Contemporary
Jake Brown has always been content with his life on the family farm.
When he learns his rock idol, the legendary Russ London, is making a tour stop nearby, Jake sneaks off to the city, planning a simple night of music and fun--but everything changes when a chance encounter in a coffee shop brings him face to face with Russ London himself.
Sneak Peek Excerpt:
 When the show was over, after the crowd had demanded and received its encore, Jake left the club still grinning. He saw some of the girls going down an alleyway and followed them to the back entrance of the club. Surprisingly, they only had to wait a few minutes before the band came out. Russ was surrounded at once by girls asking for autographs and, no doubt, making offers in return. Jake hung back; somehow, he didn't want to ask for an autograph. It would be too anti-climactic or something. He already felt he was dampening the experience just by standing there, so he turned around and headed for the alleyway that would take him back to the street, the street that would take him back home—

     "Jake!" Russ London's voice stopped him. He turned back and Russ stepped through the girls, face tilting up to make eye contact. "It's Jake, yeah?"

     Jake's heart stopped beating for a moment, and nearly forgot to start again as he looked at Russ looking at him. "Yeah," he said at last.

     "You need to be somewhere?" Russ asked. "'Cause if you're not doing anything," he grinned, shoulders rising in a slight, casual shrug, "why don't you hang with us? I owe you a drink, after all."

     Jake couldn't stop grinning. "Sure!" He didn't know whether he was more excited because Russ had noticed the drink Jake had handed him during the set or because of the invitation itself.

     As he followed Russ through the dwindling throng of fans,
Jake couldn't help feeling the glances—some jealous, some merely curious—that the girls were casting in his direction. Hands shoved in his pockets with what he hoped was nonchalance, he watched Russ sign the last few autographs and endure a small explosion of flashbulbs.

     Then he was following Russ again, this time onto the tour bus.