Exclusive Excerpt and Giveaway: Leaning Into Touch by Lane Hayes

Welcome to author Lane Hayes and the Leaning Into Touch virtual blog tour! Lane’s sharing an exclusive excerpt from the book with us, and there’s also a great giveaway so be sure not to miss the entry details below.

About the Book

Title: Leaning Into Touch
Series: Leaning Into Stories, #4
Author: Lane Hayes
Publisher: Lane Hayes
Release Date: October 5
Heat Level: 4 – Lots of Sex
Pairing: Male/Male
Length: 80k words
Genre/Categories: Romance, Bisexual, Humor, Second Chance, Friends to Lovers, San Francisco, Office
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Buy Link: Amazon/Kindle Unlimited
Blurb: Josh Sheehan is unlucky in love and now… newly unemployed. He’s not sure what to do next, but he’s sure he should give up on romance. Especially after last time. His friends warned him that falling for the hunky Irishman was a bad idea. Josh can’t help feeling torn even though he knows it’s best to move on. But when an unexpected dose of family drama blindsides him, Josh finds himself leaning on the one man he’s supposed to forget.

Finn Gallagher is driven by success. He makes no secret that building a name for his tech company is his number one goal. Finn left home a decade ago with a ton of regret, a heavy heart, and a vow to never repeat the same mistake twice. However, there is something undeniably appealing about the self-deprecating man with the silly sense of humor that makes it difficult for Finn to remember why falling for Josh is a bad idea. It soon becomes clear they’re both in deeper than they intended. There is no way to remain untouched. And there is so much to gain, if they’re brave enough to lean in.

Exclusive Excerpt

Within a couple of weeks, Finn and I put the heavier topics aside and returned to mutual interests like museum exhibits in the area the way we had a year ago. We’d meet for drinks after work or coffee on weekends and extoll the virtues of a new collection we’d heard about. Invariably that would lead us back to my job situation and the French assignment he’d agreed to help me with. What it didn’t appear to lead to was sex. And while I’d initially thought that was a good idea, it was becoming obvious that we were torturing ourselves.

Yesterday was a perfect example. We’d met at a coffee shop in the Ferry Building at noon. It was a Sunday but Finn had to go into his office to prepare for a huge meeting the next morning. I claimed I was in the neighborhood picking up a textbook from one of my fellow Francophiles and suggested we meet. Yeah, I totally lied. I had no intention of lugging a book around the Embarcadero. And though Finn was a better French tutor than I would have thought, I had a hard enough time speaking English around the guy. Especially lately.

I hung on his every word. The cadence, the pitch, the twinkly eyed look he’d give me when he corrected my pronunciation for the umpteenth time, and the drop-dead sexy grin that curled one side of his mouth before the other and made me melt like butter on a warm biscuit. I was a mess around him, and it was getting worse every time we met. My gaze wandered over his stubbled jaw and lingered on the exposed skin under his Adam’s apple. I’d never been one to stare at a man’s throat before, but fuck, everything on Finn was sexier than it should have been. So why were we sipping coffee and nibbling on muffins when we could have been screwing our brains out at one of our places?

I tuned him out as he jabbered in another language. I wondered if he’d changed his mind about me. Personally, I was in over my head. Every time we were together, I liked him more than ever. He was charming, charismatic, and he made me laugh. I was beginning to rethink my initial assertion that friendship and sex had to be mutually exclusive. We hadn’t had sex since the night my dad came out to me. And that was weeks ago. I didn’t like this at all. It was like ignoring the last pint of chocolate ice cream in the freezer…just because. Who did that? Not me, that was for fucking sure.

“Quelle heure est-t’il?”

Finn leaned forward and tapped my hand. I started, accidentally knocking over the last of my coffee and both of our half-eaten muffins. Seconds later, the seagulls descended. Let’s get one thing straight—the seagulls in the Bay area were freaking big-ass predators. Two landed at my feet then called three of their friends to join them for lunch. When some pigeons invaded their feast, things got crazy. I jumped up to shoo the buggers away, waving my hands and a flimsy scrap of napkin. They were unimpressed. And to prove it, one of them crapped on me. Literally.

Finn was in hysterics. I didn’t think I’d ever seen him laugh that hard. He doubled over, swiping at tears while I stared at the white shit on my sleeve, grumbling unhappily about avian attackers. He was still chuckling when he helped me clean up with bottled water and a stack of napkins. But I didn’t mind. I loved the melodic sound. It wasn’t until the laughter subsided and our eyes met that confusion set in. He wanted me. Bad. Why wasn’t he doing anything about it?

About the Author

Lane Hayes is grateful to finally be doing what she loves best. Writing full-time! It’s no secret Lane loves a good romance novel. An avid reader from an early age, she has always been drawn to well-told love story with beautifully written characters. These days she prefers the leading roles to both be men. Lane discovered the M/M genre a few years ago and was instantly hooked. Her debut novel was a 2013 Rainbow Award finalist and subsequent books have received Honorable Mentions, and were winners in the 2016 Rainbow Awards. She loves red wine, chocolate and travel (in no particular order). Lane lives in Southern California with her amazing husband in a newly empty nest.

Books by Lane Hayes: Better Than Good, Better Than Chance, Better Than Friends, Better Than Safe, The Right Words, The Wrong Man & The Right Time, A Kind Of Truth, A Kind of Romance, A Kind of Honesty, A Kind of Home, A Way with Words, Leaning Into Love, Leaning Into Always, Leaning Into the Fall, Leaning Into Touch || Coming Soon: Leaning Into the Look