We’re so pleased to have author Anyta Sunday dropping by today on the tour for her brand new addition to the Signs of Love series, Pisces Loves Taurus. Anyta is here to introduce Beckett to us today, and she’s also sharing a giveaway so be sure to check out those details below.
Oh Beckett, you stoic, grounded Taurus! You really make a great teacher: I wish I had the patience you show when dealing with your students . . . and with one energetic Pisces in particular. You always keep your calm, and have great advice to boot.
Your house is always warm and cozy, smells of freshly-baked cakes and often shines with candle light. Quite the homemaker, Taurus, you relish time curled up on the couch with a good book in hand. The classics are your favorites: Tolstoy, Joyce and all things Jane Austen, combined with a hot cup of coco, brighten any day for you. And boy oh boy, do you like to quote them! You’re a walking, talking dictionary of quotations.
Down-to-earth, you don’t believe in anything supernatural. Serendipity. Fate. Love at first sight. These things don’t fit your rational view of the world. You’ve been hurt before, and that makes you even more cautious of any head-over-heels, spur-of-the-moment decisions—those only end in tears and drama. And drama just isn’t your jam.
But why can’t you stop thinking of this romantic fool you just met? Is this your generous side, Taurus, that’s trying to save this Pisces from himself? Dependable you are, and once you realize that your help is needed you won’t leave his side – and won’t stop entertaining your Pisces with your word play and puns.
Your stubbornness sometimes makes you blind for what’s right in front of you: when you’ve decided that love cannot be found, you don’t recognize it even if it comes at you with the most adorable Kiwi accent. What has to happen that softens your stoic heart and gets you to believe in love again?
Find out how a sweet, flirty Pisces steals this Taurus’ heart, in my latest contemporary gay romance Pisces Hooks Taurus – out tomorrow, October 16th! This fourth book in the Signs of Love series can be read as a standalone, and has all the feels for a delicious read on a cool autumn evening… a slow-burning romance treat!
About the Book
Title: Pisces Hooks Taurus
Author: Anyta Sunday
Series: Signs of Love: Book Four
Release Date (Print & Ebook): October 16, 2018
Length (Print & Ebook): 285 pages
Tropes: friends-to-lovers, slow burn, will-they-or-won’t-they
Genre: New Adult, light-hearted contemporary gay romance
Order Now: AnytaSunday.com
Blurb: It’s a time for searching, and a time for finding, Pisces: keep casting your line and you will hook what you’re looking for.
Zane has it all planned out: land the perfect Meet Cute, fall in love, and live happily ever after.
Should be simple enough if he put his mind to it. A little creativity and some thinking outside of the box, and voila, he’d be married to the woman of his dreams.
It would be perfect.
And it would be before his visa ran out.
But why are his feelings running wild now that the pressure’s on? Why is his picture-perfect plan turning into a muddled mess of morphed metaphors he can’t make sense of anymore?
Just as well he’s met an English professor to help. And even though their first meet is anything but cute, this down-to-earth teacher may just be the realist Zane needs to ground him and give him a shot at love after all.
Don’t cast your line too wide, Pisces. Your perfect catch may already have bitten.
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Pisces Hooks Taurus (Signs of Love #4) is an MM opposites-attract romantic comedy featuring an unapologetic romantic and a broken realist. More wit, banter and bad puns – and even more heart-stopping slow burn! Can be read as a standalone.
When they finished eating, Zane and Beckett entered a kitchen littered with a weekend’s worth of dishes. The room smelled like spoiled banana. Beckett grumbled Leah’s name, and Zane turned on the water.
Leah would have left this until tomorrow? “I’ll wash, you dry?”
Beckett first took out the trash and opened the windows. Fresh air cleansed the room as they worked.
Zane daydreamed about the story he was outlining and startled when Beckett cried, “What are you doing?”
Zane looked into the sink. “Scrubbing this clean?”
“With a wire scrubbing brush? That’s a very expensive nonstick pan.”
He frowned. “And I want to clean it.”
“Good Lord. Have you never washed dishes before?”
“I am literally doing what I’ve done every other night since moving in with you.”
Beckett paled. “You’ve scrubbed this pan with that before?”
“What do you expect me to do? Lick it clean?”
“Use a washcloth.”
“Do you know how disgusting those are? Like, two hundred thousand times dirtier than the toilet seat.”
Beckett paused, tone shifting. “Which is why you only use it for the dining table?”
“Please use the dishcloth on my pan.”
Zane dropped the metal scrubbing brush and thumped around passive-aggressively as he found a clean dishcloth.
Beckett nodded. “Thank you.”
That little thank-you grated Zane the wrong way. He sullenly scrubbed the pan and put it on the drying rack. He plunked the next pot into the water, splashing bubbles onto his face, neck, and shirt.
He sighed. Served him right.
Beckett set down the plate he’d dried and turned Zane around. With his dishtowel, he dabbed the bubbles off Zane’s chin and neck.
Their eyes locked, and Zane felt the frustration bleed from him. “You missed a spot,” he said, and shifted Beckett’s hands to Zane’s shirt.
Beckett shook his head and dabbed him some more.
“Our first fight.”
Beckett’s hands stilled.
“It’s a milestone, Becky. We have to celebrate.”
“Celebrate making up.”
“Will this be a thing every time we’re annoyed with each other?”
Zane smirked. “I hope so. I’m sure some fights will take longer to get over, but that’s cool. The celebration is always in proportion to the effort needed to make up.”
Beckett resumed drying the dishes. “Two hundred thousand times dirtier?”
Zane nodded. Disgusting but true.
Beckett frowned. “Maybe just use your hand?”
“I don’t know,” Zane teased. “The things my hand does might make the pan dirtier.”
Beckett dropped his very nice, expensive pan. He caught it against his thighs and stowed it in the cupboard.
The ticklish glare Beckett sent him made the rest of the cleaning fly by.
When they were done, Zane threw himself on the armchair. “Now we celebrate.”
Beckett tossed the dish towel into the laundry room. “How?”
“After you start that laundry, I’ll let you talk about books, Becky.”
Beckett’s laughter trickled down the hall. A few minutes later, he returned with Pride and Prejudice. He cracked open the first page, and pacing before him, all grace and proper pronunciation, Beckett read aloud.
About the Author
HEART-STOPPING SLOW BURN
A bit about me: I’m a big, BIG fan of slow-burn romances. I love to read and write stories with characters who slowly fall in love.
Some of my favorite tropes to read and write are: Enemies to Lovers, Friends to Lovers, Clueless Guys, Bisexual, Pansexual, Demisexual, Oblivious MCs, Everyone (Else) Can See It, Slow Burn, Love Has No Boundaries.
I write a variety of stories, Contemporary MM Romances with a good dollop of angst, Contemporary lighthearted MM Romances, and even a splash of fantasy.
My books have been translated into German, Italian, French, and Thai.