Title: Wanted-Bad Boyfriend by TA Moore
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Release: August 21, 2018
Cover Artist: Reece Notley
Blurb: Wanted – Bad Boyfriend
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 Local Shop
The handmade sign propped on top of the till said it was two pound for a jar of home-made fig jam. It didn’t look as if anyone had picked up a jar yet. Behind the counter a small, sharp woman with her peach-blonde hair hair-sprayed into a solid cap scanned a slightly tattered leek and dropped it into a shopping bag.
“It’s a crying shame, that’s all I have to say.” Mrs Davies turned a loaf of bread in her hands until she found the barcode to scan. “He’s such a nice boy, always has been, and wastes his time mooning after that wastrel of a friend of his.”
On the other side of the counter Jane Barnes raised both her perfectly drawn on eyebrows towards her dove-grey hair.
“Really?” she said, the word drawn out over her tongue. “Nate and Max St Clair were a thing?”
“Oh, yes,” Mrs Davies said with relish. “That’s why they went away to university together, you know. Do you think Nate Moffat’s mother could afford that tuition?”
They sucked their teeth in delighted, gossipy unision.
“Obviously didn’t last,” Jane said. “Get in a bag of lemon sherbets as well, will you?”
“Well, you know what the St Clair’s are like.” Ms Davies turned and stretched up to grab the jar of yellow sweets off the shelf. She tucked it under her arm to twist the top off and and pull out a sticky bag. “Their willies are like weather vanes, point wherever the wind blows. I heard poor Nathan came back, found Max in bed with two other men.”
“At least. Well, that’s what I heard.” She dropped the sweeties into the bag. “Anyhow, poor mite never got over it.”
“Well, would you?” Jane asked.
“Always stick to your own, that’s what I say. Shame really, he’s such a nice lad. That’ll be five twenty.”
Jane pulled her purse out and counted out the change. “You know, my nephew on the mainland is a bisexual, you know. Lovely boy. And Nathan is well set up there, a good catch.”
They both hummed thoughtfully and Jane collected her bags off the counter. She paused a few steps away from the counter. “Two?”
“Two, and they were Rugby players.” Mrs Davies dropped the cash into the till and snapped the drawer shut. “Or that’s what I heard.”
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Author Bio: TA Moore –
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.
Coffee, Doc Marten boots, and good friends are the essential things in life. Spiders, mayo, and heels are to be avoided.