We’re so pleased to have author TA Moore dropping in today on the tour for her latest release, Wanted – Bad Boyfriend, from Dreamspinner Press. We’ve got an exclusive excerpt from the book to share with you today as well as a giveaway, so be sure to check out all those details below.

Welcome, TA!

About the Book

Title: Wanted-Bad Boyfriend

Author: TA Moore

Publisher: Dreamspinner Press

Release: August 21, 2018

Cover Artist: Reece Notley

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Blurb: His mother. His best friend. The barmaid at the local pub. Everyone is determined to find Nathan Moffatt a boyfriend. It’s the last thing Nathan wants. After spending every day making sure his clients experience nothing but romantic magic, the Granshire Hotel’s wedding organizer just wants to go home, binge watch crime dramas, and eat pizza in his underwear.

Unfortunately, no one believes him, and he’s stuck with lectures about dying alone. Then inspiration strikes. He needs the people in his life to want him to stay single as much as he does.

He needs a bad boyfriend.

There’s only one man for the job.

Flynn Delaney is used to people on the island of Ceremony thinking the worst of him. But he isn’t sure he wants the dubious honor of worst boyfriend on the entire island. On the other hand, if he plays along, he gets to hang out with the gorgeous Nathan and piss off the owners of the Granshire Hotel. It’s a win-win.

There’s only one problem—Flynn’s actually quite a good boyfriend, and now Nathan’s wondering if getting off the sofa occasionally is really the worst thing in the world.

Thanks so much for having me! Wanted-Bad Boyfriend is a contemporary M/M romance set on Ceremony, a small, English island that’s made romance into a cottage industry. Of course, the other thing that small island communities excel at is gossip…and Ceremony is no different. Especially when they have such fertile fodder as Nate and Flynn, the main characters of Wanted-Bad Boyfriend.

The Excerpt

The Church

“Mildred!”

The scandalised chorus echoed off the freshly painted walls of the church hall. Mildred cackled to herself and sucked tea through her false teeth. There weren’t a lot of benefits to being old, but being disgraceful was one of them.

“I’m not sayin’ he’s a good man,” she said. “Just a good lookin’ one. Can’t blame young Nate for wanting a ride on that mustang.”

“Mildred,” Bea Dunne chided her sharply as she tapped her pen against the table. “We’re meant to be planning the Bake Sale, not gossiping.”

“I can do both,” Mildred said.

At the end of the long folding table Claire — who was Mildred’s oldest friend, even if only by virtue of not dying — snorted. She had already been in a bad mood because her kissing booth stall idea had been shot down.

“You sure, because your memory seems to be going,” she snipped. “I remember when Flynn stole your Alfie’s car, drove it into the sea. You didn’t find him charming then. His Dad had to buy you a new car before you’d drop it.”

That was the problem with old friends, Mildred thought sourly, they tended to remember things. Well, Claire did. Some of the others had slipped more.

“That was over twenty years ago,” Mildred said. “It isn’t as if he’s done it since he’s been back, has he? People can change.”

“Or maybe he just doesn’t want to steal your mobility scooter,” Bea suggested dryly.

Claire ignored her.

“Flynn had his father’s heart broke,” she said. “Nobody missed him when he left, and nobody wanted him to come back. So why did he do it?”

She sat back as if she’d made some clever point.

Mildred took a bite of cake, cream squashed against the roof of her mouth, and chewed it noisily. That had always driven Claire mad, ever since they’d been in pre-school together.

“Probably because he inherited twenty foot of real estate,” Mildred said after she’d swallowed the mouth of cake. She made a mental note to tell Stella later that the red velvet was cloggy again. “I’d move to Timbucktoo if someone died and left me a tower there.”

Claire muttered something that might have been ‘i wish’ into her tea through pursed, pepto-bismol pink lips.

“He stayed though,” Bea said. “I always wondered why. The island’s not the most exciting place for a lad like Flynn.”

Even Mildred couldn’t argue with that. Claire poured herself some more tea and added a ridiculous number of sugar lumps. It had always seemed unfair to Mildred that Claire had kept all her own teeth. Benefit of growing up on a dairy farm, she supposed. Strong bones. Good teeth.

“Maybe he wasn’t welcome anywhere else,” Claire said as the last cube plopped into her tea. “A leopard doesn’t change its spots.”

About the Author

TA Moore is a Northern Irish writer of romantic suspense, urban fantasy, and contemporary romance novels. A childhood in a rural, seaside town fostered in her a suspicious nature, a love of mystery, and a streak of black humour a mile wide. As her grandmother always said, ‘she’d laugh at a bad thing that one’, mind you, that was the pot calling the kettle black. TA Moore studied History, Irish mythology, English at University, mostly because she has always loved a good story. She has worked as a journalist, a finance manager, and in the arts sectors before she finally gave in to a lifelong desire to write.