Tuesday, October 18, 2016

#Halloween #BookTour #Giveaway - Between Us by F.E. Feeley Jr. - #MM #Excerpt #Rafflecopter

Welcome to the special, spooky Between Us Halloween book tour! Please say hello to the charming, F. E. Feeley, Jr. as he's bringing you treats - an excerpt from his latest MM Paranormal Romance, Between Us AND a chance to WIN 2 ebook copies from his backlist! 


When Jeremy, a tall, hunky, ladies man begins to explore his bisexual attractions, he realizes he loves his best friend and college roommate Roger. Roger secretly loves Jeremy back but is holding on to a secret of his own. A terrible one.

On Halloween night both men are invited to a party where the truth of each other will be revealed in a horrific way. Will they survive a night of terror? Or will it rip them apart forever?


Roger laughed, “What are we dating?”
“You’d be so lucky.”
“Dude, whatever. Not every gay guy has a crush on his straight best friend. That stereotype needs to die a painful death.”
“Oh, whatever.” Jeremy launched himself up on to his knees, pressed himself into Roger’s side, and began to rub his chest and back with exaggerated motions.
“Stop it. You’re gonna get me killed,” Roger grunted, trying to dodge and weave.
“Oh come on, Rogy. You know I’m hot. You know you want to kiss me. You know you want to …. Ooof!” A sharp elbow to the stomach sent him backward on the couch, laughing and rubbing his stomach.
            Roger’s character died anyway, and he swatted at Jeremy, who easily dodged his fist.
“Asshole,” he muttered as he shut off the system and turned off the television.
            Jeremy watched as his five-foot-eight, one-hundred-and-ninety-pound best friend got up off the couch and put the Xbox controller back on the stand, and he felt a twinge in his heart. Roger always seemed sad for some reason. They’d known each other since they were little and had stuck together since they were five. Hell, Jeremy had been the first person he’d ever come out to. But there was a place in him even Jeremy couldn’t reach.
            “I’m just not into big parties, you know that. I don’t want to get shitfaced in a bar.” Roger reached into their mini fridge for a burrito.
            “We’re not going to a bar. It’s at Eugene’s parent’s house.”
            “Ohhh, ’cause that’s so much better,” Roger replied sarcastically while putting his burrito in the microwave and turning it on.
            “Well, what are you gonna do?”
            The microwave beeped and he pulled out the steaming roll of plastic and hot-potatoed it between both hands. “I dunno. Study. Halloween is on a Monday night this year.”
            Jeremy groaned and put his head back on the armrest of the couch, “Study. Work. Study. Gym. Study. Gym. Gaming.”
            “Straight A’s, got money, lookin’ forward to graduate school, have a hot ass body, and scholarships, hot ass, and fuck you, Dragon Age is bad ass. “Roger laughed as he finally bit into his burrito.
            Jeremy sat up and gave him a wicked grin, “You do have a hot ass.”
            Roger took another bite and stretched his arms wide as he shouted with a mouthful of burrito “So why you bustin’ my balls?”
            “I just worry about you. I would like to see you go out sometimes. Go have fun. Go, you know, on a date.” Jeremy shrugged, and looked up at his friend.
            Roger’s demeanor melted as he leaned back against the counter and gave him a smile, “On a date, huh? With who?”
            Jeremy swung his legs around and shrugged his broad shoulders before he stood up. Unlike Roger, Jeremy was tall. At least six-three and had about fifty pounds on him. Roger was muscular, but Jeremy was no slouch either. They were night and day. Where Roger’s hair was light brown and short, Jeremy’s was pitch black and long. Where Roger was darker skinned and tan, Jeremy was pale. Where Jeremey was boisterous and the life of the party, Roger was more reserved and quiet.
            Jeremy joined him in the kitchen, grabbed a soda out of the case on top of the counter, and popped the tab. “Well, you know there has to be people on campus, or…”
            “Gay bars, or hook up apps…”
            “Not what I was thinking, but what’s wrong with that?”
            Roger shook his head, “Nothing, per se. I just, I…” 
            “You just…”
            “Jesus Christ. I don’t feel like it. I don’t want to date. I don’t want to go out with you on Halloween. I like my life the way it is. Calm. Quiet. Reserved.” Roger tossed the wrapper in the trash can. He moved to walk past Jeremy but was caught by his right arm and dragged in for a hug. Instead of fighting it, Roger laid his head on Jeremy’s chest for a moment and sighed.
            Jeremy wrapped his arms around his friend and held him for a moment before he kissed the top of his head. “Okay, I won’t push. Just make me a promise?”
            Roger nodded his head against his friend’s chest and inhaled deeply. Jeremy smelled of sweat, which made sense because he was still in his workout clothes from the gym, but he also smelled of deodorant and cologne. Roger loved how affectionate he was.
            “You tell me if there’s anything bothering you?”
            Roger snorted and looked up. “You always worry.”
            “Yeah, I do. It’s that time of year again and you know how you get.”

            Roger pushed him gently away, “I’m fine. I promise.

Kindle Edition48 pages
Published October 14th 2016


F.E. Feeley Jr was born and raised in Detroit, Michigan and lived there for twenty years before joining the military. He is a veteran of the US Armed Services; having done a tour in support of Operation Iraqi Freedom in 2002-2003, he turned college student, pursuing a degree in political science. He now lives in Southeast Texas where he is married to the love of his life, John, and where they live with their five year old German Shepherd, Kaiser. 

As a young man, reading took center stage in his life, especially those novels about ghosts, witches, goblins, and all the other things that went bump in the night. His favorite authors include such writers as Stephen King, Dean Koontz, and Anne Rice, whose work allowed him to travel to far off places and meet fascinating and scary characters. As a gay man, he wishes to be able to write good fictional literature for those who love the genre and to write characters that readers can relate to. All in all, he is a cigarette smokin’, whiskey drinkin’, rock and roll lovin’, tattoo wearin’ dreamer of a man with a wonderful husband who puts up with his crap and lets him write his stories.

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