Exclusive Excerpt and Giveaway: Going Overboard by L.A. Witt

We’re so pleased to have author L.A. Witt and the Going Overboard tour stopping by today. We have a special exclusive excerpt to share with you from WASH OUT, the next book in the Anchor Point series, along with a giveaway, so be sure to check out all the entry details below.

Welcome, L.A.!

About Going Overboard

Second-class petty officers Dalton Taylor and Chris Ingram have been best friends since coxswain’s school. Now they’re stationed together in the Harbor Patrol Unit of NAS Adams. They’re content as friends, but secretly, they both ache for more. Neither makes a move, though; while Dalton is out and proud, Chris is closeted—even from his best friend.

Then another coxswain’s negligence nearly drowns Dalton. After a taste of how easily they could lose each other, neither man can keep his feelings hidden anymore, and it turns out love and sex come easy when you’re falling for your best friend.

Things aren’t just heating up between the friends-turned-lovers, though. The Navy is investigating the accident, and the Harbor Patrol chief isn’t going to let his star coxswain go down for dereliction of duty, even if saving him means throwing Dalton under the bus.

As the threats and gaslighting pile up, Chris and Dalton need each other more than ever—as shipmates, friends, and lovers. But if their chief prevails, the only way they can save their careers is to let each other go.

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Exclusive Excerpt ~ Wash Out

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I’d expected to have a lot of feelings on my first day in the NAS Adams training department. For one, I was nervous while I waited in the parking lot outside the admin building. That wasn’t a surprise, but it wasn’t all new-job nerves.

Oh, there were plenty of those nerves. Gazing up at the utilitarian three-story building, I had to swallow hard to keep my stomach where it belonged. My last job had ended in disaster. I was lucky there’d been someone here to put in a good word for me and help me get this new gig, and he’d reminded me half a dozen times that if I fucked this one up, it would get me blacklisted from any civilian contractor jobs in the future. With as many bridges as I’d burned in the last few years, that wasn’t a chance I could afford to take.

I tugged at my tie and wondered if it was really that tight, or if I was just that nervous. My mom had always told me to dress to impress, so I had. She’d also said to eat a good breakfast before I started a new job, but I’d ignored that advice this morning. That was the only reason I wasn’t heaving into one of the concrete planters between the parking lot and the building.

Eyes closed, I took a few deep breaths. I had this. I’d pulled my shit together, and I was done fucking up. Almost getting busted for DUI had been a wakeup call. Almost getting evicted had been the cosmic slap in the face I’d needed. Almost losing everything had been as close to rock bottom as I’d needed to get. I wasn’t going back there. I was six months clean and counting down the days to seven. I had this.

The tinted glass front door opened, catching the morning sunlight, and my stomach somersaulted. Then, out stepped the other reason I was nervous as fuck.

Wow, he looked amazing. He was still fit and hot as always, and the green digicam uniform and laced-up black boots were sexy as hell. Even though I’d seen him quite a bit recently, though, it still blew my mind how good happy and in love looked on that man.

“Morning.” Clint smiled. “Ready?”

“Yeah.” Am I sure I don’t need to puke into one of the planters? “I’m ready.”

He gave my arm a firm squeeze. “Hey. You’ve got this, all right?”

I nodded as my tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth. It was impossible to look at Clint without a mix of regret, gratitude, and shame in the pit of my already churning gut. I’d thought it would get better after that first conversation. After I’d poured my heart out and apologized for being such a colossal—and drunk—dick while we’d dated a couple of years ago. Not so much. The fact that he’d not only forgiven me but hooked me up with a job just made me feel a million times worse for the way I’d treated him.

“Logan?”

I shook myself. “Sorry. So, um . . .” I cleared my throat. “Let’s do this?”

He gave me another smile and nodded toward the building. “They just put in cipher locks, or I’d have had you meet me inside. Diego will get you your code.” He stopped at the door, punched a six-digit code into the silver keys, and the lock snapped loudly. Then he pulled open the door and waved me inside. As he did, the light caught on his wedding ring. I pretended not to notice.

Queasy with way too many feelings, I went into the building.

Clint led me up the stairs. “They’re remodeling the building and shuffling everyone around, so we’re all learning the new layout almost as much as you will be. And about the time any of us get it figured out, they’ll change it again.”

“That’s encouraging.” I laughed with some humor I didn’t really feel.

At the third floor, he turned, and I fell into step next to him. We headed down a hallway that was half-finished and half covered in duct-taped plastic, caution signs, and bare concrete with toolboxes and ladders tucked neatly out of the way.  There wasn’t any activity, though.

“Nobody working on the remodel right now?” I asked just to make conversation.

“They do the work at night. Too many people in the building with PTSD.”

“Oh. Jesus.”

He glanced at me. “Most of the doors have signs reminding people not to slam them, and we’ve tried to fix the supply closets and file drawers so they don’t make so much noise, but it’s not perfect. If there’s one thing you really, really have to remember in this place, it’s to keep the loud noises to a minimum. Try not to startle anyone. That kind of thing.”

I nodded without speaking. Why hadn’t anyone told me sooner there were places like this where it was just workplace etiquette to assume your coworkers had PTSD? That could’ve saved me three jobs and fuck knew how many dollars I’d poured into liquor stores in the name of keeping my shit together.

Better late than never, right?

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About the Anchor Point Series

Welcome to Anchor Point!

Nestled on the northern coast of Oregon, this small town is home to Naval Air Station Adams. On base, you’ll find freshly minted Sailors who’ve just graduated boot camp, salty officers counting down till retirement, grounded pilots who’ve landed behind desks, and everyone in between—and they’re all looking for love. Well, not all of them, but that won’t stop love from finding them.

So pull up a barstool, grab a beer, and get ready for some sea stories as these men in uniform—or not—navigate the waters of love and life in the military.

Anchor Point stories can be enjoyed in any order. Hop in wherever you’d like!
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About the Author

L.A. Witt is an abnormal M/M romance writer who has finally been released from the purgatorial corn maze of Omaha, Nebraska, and now spends her time on the southwestern coast of Spain. In between wondering how she didn’t lose her mind in Omaha, she explores the country with her husband, several clairvoyant hamsters, and an ever-growing herd of rabid plot bunnies. She also has substantially more time on her hands these days, as she has recruited a small army of mercenaries to search South America for her nemesis, romance author Lauren Gallagher, but don’t tell Lauren. And definitely don’t tell Lori A. Witt or Ann Gallagher. Neither of those twits can keep their mouths shut…

L. A.’s backlist is available on her website, and updates (as well as random thoughts and the odd snarky comment) can be found on her blog or on Twitter (@GallagherWitt).

The Giveaway

To celebrate the release of Going Overboard, one lucky winner will receive their choice of two eBooks off L. A. Witt’s backlist (excluding Going Overboard) and a $10 Riptide Publishing store credit! Leave a comment with your contact info to enter the contest. Entries close at midnight, Eastern time, on February 10, 2017. Contest is NOT restricted to U.S. entries. Thanks for following the tour, and don’t forget to leave your contact info!