Sidenote: I've read the story before it went through editing and I totally loved it! Vinnie and Ethan are an adorable couple and there'll be more books to come with these two. :)
Author Name: Julie Lynn Hayes
Book Name: Bad Dogs and Drag Queens
Series: Rose and Thorne
Vinnie Delarosa and Ethan Thorne are partners—on and off the clock. Federal undercover detectives, they’re part of a covert task force designed to promote goodwill between the feds and local authorities. They lend an unobtrusive helping hand wherever it’s needed. No credit required.
Vinnie and Ethan work primarily in the Southeast region of the United States and live together in Richmond, Virginia. A mugger problem brings them to Roanoke, where Vinnie is thrown out as bait to catch the man who’s been snatching purses in a city park, but they end up with more than they bargained for. Why is Vinnie always the one who has to wear the dress? Ethan says it’s because Vinnie looks much prettier in a skirt. How can he argue with that?
Expecting to return to Richmond afterward, Vinnie and Ethan find themselves assigned a new case instead. They are to go undercover at The Stroll, one of the biggest gay nightclubs in Roanoke. Someone is terrorizing both the customers and the performers. Could they be dealing with a hate crime? Someone has to protect the drag queens of Roanoke, so it’s Vinnie and Ethan to the rescue!
The author is donating 10% of the royalties from this book to No Kid Hungry. Visit nokidhungry.org for more information about this organization.
Pages or Words: 50,000 words
Categories: Crime Fiction, Fiction, Gay Fiction, Humor, Romance
“Remind me again whose stupid idea this lipstick was,” I huffed under my breath. Without thinking, I licked my lips. They felt greasy, and tasted even worse. I forced myself not to grimace, afraid it might crack the foundation I’d slathered on my face.
“Mine, you sexy beast,” came the smart-ass reply in my ear. “I think you got purty lips, mmhmmm.”
“Fuck you,” I growled. “You should be doing this, not me, and you know it. I did it last time.”
And the time before that. And the time before that. Wait, did I detect a pattern here?
“What I know is you look better in a skirt than I do. And you look damn good out of it too.”
My cheeks filled with heat at Ethan’s words. Luckily the darkness hid a multitude of sins, my embarrassment being the least of them. Hopefully, no one else was listening—I knew I’d never hear the end of it. Just what I needed—to be the object of ridicule of the Roanoke PD.
How did I come up with the book and the title?
A friend of mine, Denise, told me about a group on FB which posted pictures to inspire a weekly 500 word flash. I thought it sounded like fun, and I gave it a try. So far, I’ve written three flashes, inspired by three different pictures. One picture was taken from the perspective of someone inside a trunk, looking up at someone standing outside, looking in. That clicked with me, and I wrote a 500 word flash entitled Roadside Assistance.
The flash was about two undercover cops who are partners, on and off the clock. I didn’t even give these guys names, because it was so short. But afterward, my friend Chris T. Kat told me she’d like to see more of those two guys. Before I knew it, they had names and backgrounds, and I was writing their first book.
The title didn’t come right away, but was inspired by a poem, Mad Dogs and Englishmen. Except I made it Bad Dogs and Drag Queens, to fit my story. The rest, as they say is history. I’m attaching the picture which inspired my story, and the flash story itself. I hope you enjoy it! Someday, this will become one of the actual books in the series.
Thanks for having me here today, Chris!
Roadside Assistance by Julie Lynn Hayes
“I said get in the fucking trunk!” Chip growled.
I shrank back against the car. The door handle jabbed my ass, painfully, and I winced. I hadn’t taken Chip seriously the first time he’d spoken the words. Now, I was starting to think he just might mean it.
“W-what the hell, dude, you need to chill out.” My words sounded braver than I felt, and stuttering wasn’t helping a damn thing. Chip was mad, and I knew it, but it was just so ridiculous. All because I’d happened to notice a stranger at the gas station. A cute guy in a white T-shirt and rumpled jeans. Probably a traveler, just like us.
So maybe Chip was just a tad on the sociopath side, and just maybe he intended to dump me somewhere on the side of the road. One thing I’d noticed, ever since we started driving through Florida, was the tons of water situated beside the highway. Lakes, ponds, swamps, even the ocean. A guy could go missing out here. Like permanently.
And suddenly I realized I didn’t know Chip very well at all. Guess that’ll teach me not to take up with the first good-looking guy who wants to take me for a drive.
“I’m not going to tell you again.” This time I saw the knife in his hand. The blade glinted wickedly in the bright sunlight.
I glanced desperately around me, but no one was there. We might as well have been standing in a ghost town. Even the cute stranger was nowhere to be seen. I gulped, forcing liquid into my too-dry mouth, looked between Chip and the open trunk, then crawled inside. He almost hit me when he slammed the lid, plunging me into darkness.
The ride was excruciating. It felt like he deliberately found every pothole and rut he could. All I could do was lie there, cramped and aching, waiting for him to stop… and then what?
I wondered if Chip had done this before. Did he have a usual spot where he took his victims? A dumping ground of sorts? He seemed the type that just might. In the short time I’d known him I’d noticed he was methodical that way. Not one for loose ends.
I was feeling more than a little claustrophobic by the time the car stopped, almost grateful for the lack of motion. I say almost because I knew what would come next. Wasn’t exactly looking forward to it. I braced myself for the worst.
When the lid lifted, I squinted up… into the handsome face of my partner.
“Comfy in there?” He grinned, deliberately flexing the muscles inside his form-fitting shirt.
I growled as he handed me out. I spied Chip, in cuffs, by a squad car.
“Took you long enough—“ His kiss stopped my rant.
“But I got here, and we just caught the Florida Mangler. You complaining?”
“Not I.” I sighed contentedly and snuggled against him.
Another good day’s work.
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Meet the author:
Julie Lynn Hayes first began publishing short stories and poetry in the 1990’s, when it was a different ballgame altogether, and Ebooks hadn’t been dreamed of yet. That changed in 2010 with the acceptance of her first romance novel. She’s come a long way since that first book appeared, and is finding the journey a very educational one.
She lives in St. Louis with her daughter Sarah and her cat Ramesses. She often writes of two men finding true love and happiness in one another’s arms, and is a great believer in the happily ever after. She likes to write in different genres, to stretch herself in order to see what is possible. Her great challenge is to be told something can’t be done—she feels compelled to do it.
When she isn’t writing, she enjoys crafts, such as crocheting and cross stitch, needlepoint and knitting, and she loves to cook, spending time watching the Food Network. Her favorite chef is Geoffrey Zakarian. Her family thinks she’s a bit off, but she doesn’t mind. Marching to the beat of one’s own drummer is a good thing, after all. Her published works can be found at Dreamspinner Press, eXtasy Books, and Wayward Ink Press.
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Facebook Author Page: https://www.facebook.com/authorjulielhayes
Goodreads Link: : http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/3442231.Julie_Lynn_Hayes
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Cover Artist: Paul Richmond
Tour Dates & Stops:
6-Jun: Anna Butler Fiction
7-Jun: MM Good Book Reviews
9-Jun: Unquietly Me
10-Jun: BFD Book Blog
14-Jun: Molly Lolly
15-Jun: Love Bytes
16-Jun: Havan Fellows
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