Today we have, New York Times Best Selling Author, Mari Carr joining us as a guest on Wickedly Sexy Writers.
The third book in the Just Because series Because It’s True (RELEASED TODAY) is a great milestone for this award winning author. You see this is her first fully m/m book and I for one can’t wait to read it. I am glad she decided to go to the dark side and hope there is more m/m in her near future. I’ve been a Mari Carr fan for awhile and highly recommend you read her books if you haven’t yet.
Here is a peek at her new release!
Sometimes there are only two choices. Love…or leave.
Jacob James falls for Rodney the moment the New York City cop crash lands into his far-too-predictable ranch life. The sexy city slicker is everything a lonely Wyoming cowboy could ever dream of. When Rodney is shot in the line of duty, however, their off-the-charts attraction turns unexpectedly cool. Jacob offers the only thing he has left—friendship.
All Rodney can think about—besides his cowboy lover—is getting back to his job. But what good is a cop who can’t fire a gun? While he’s grateful for Jacob’s support through months of grueling physical therapy, how can he offer anything more when his own future is so uncertain?
When he’s finally cleared to return to work in New York, Rodney thought it would be the happiest day of his life. Except reaching his goal means leaving Jacob behind…and a future he never thought he wanted. Until now…
Warning: New York City cop meets Wyoming cowboy. Come on. You know that’s going to be hot.
“Can’t exactly blame your straight brother for putting a bar between him and all these gay guys. This place is more crowded than most of the gay bars in the city. I’ve been hit on half a dozen times already and handed three phone numbers.”
Jacob narrowed his eyes slightly. Rodney tried not to acknowledge how warm and fuzzy the jealous look made him feel.
“Anyone with potential?” Jacob asked.
He had to leave it to Jacob. He was a talented actor in the play it casual role. Rodney shook his head. “No. Not at all.”
“Good,” Jacob said so quietly Rodney wasn’t sure he heard it at all.
Caleb wiped up the counter in front of them. “By the way, Rodney, I ran into your PT, Joyce, this morning. Congratulations on the clean bill of health. Looks like all your hard work paid off. New York’s going to be getting back one hell of a cop.”
“What?” Jacob’s shocked tone went through Rodney like nails.
“I thought you said she just gave you more exercises to do.”
Caleb’s softly muttered “shit” proved he knew he’d just fucked up. Rodney couldn’t be angry. It was his lie that landed him in this mess, not Caleb.
“I’ll leave you guys alone.” Caleb walked to the opposite end of the bar and began serving up more drinks.
“Why did you lie?” Jacob asked quietly.
“Tonight was your night, Jake. I didn’t want to take that away from you.”
“Do you honestly think I’d begrudge you your miracle, your happiness? This is what you’ve worked for, Rod. I don’t see how you being cleared to return to New York would take away from the party.”
“Don’t you?” It was a pointed question and as close as Rodney had ever come to calling Jacob on the carpet about his feelings. Rodney wasn’t blind and he wasn’t stupid.
Jacob cleared his throat, then looked away. He faced the makeshift dance floor, careful to avoid looking at him. “I have no hold on you.”
Rodney chuckled mirthlessly. “God. I wish that was true.”
Jacob’s gaze flew back to his. “What’s that mean?”
Rodney didn’t reply. Instead, he leaned forward and placed his lips on Jacob’s. They’d been together, in each other’s faces for six months, and never once had Rodney given in to his desire to kiss Jacob.
The moment they touched, every suspicion he’d harbored about his feelings for Jacob crashed in on him and he knew he’d been right to fight the attraction. He also knew this kiss was fucking up all that restraint. It was too late now.
He lifted his hand to Jacob’s cheek, letting it drift through Jake’s soft hair. He followed suit with the other hand, cupping Jacob’s face, holding the man’s lips against his. Not that the grip was necessary. Jacob wasn’t pulling away.
Jacob returned the kiss, his lips parting. Their tongues tangled roughly, hungrily. Months’ worth of pent-up desires released themselves in their melding of mouths. There was no coming back from this.
Hours seemed to pass, yet neither of them came up for air. As for Rodney, he didn’t want to break the spell. This was too fucking good.
“Get a room,” one of the inebriated partygoers yelled.
Jacob backed away first, his face the perfect blend of bliss and nerves. Rodney could understand the feeling.
“Jake, I’m sorry I lied about—”
Jacob shook his head. “No. I get it now. I really do. Rodney, I’d never stand between you and what you want, you know that, right?”
Rodney nodded. Jacob had become one of the best friends he’d ever had in his life. He’d never met such a selfless, giving guy.
“You’ve just spent months working your ass off so you can go back to New York, back to being a cop. I want you to have that life because it’s what makes you happy. It’s just—”
Rodney didn’t let him finish. “Your home is here.”