Release Blitz, Excerpt & Giveaway:
Terribly Tristan
By Lisa Henry & Sarah Honey
Bad Boyfriends, Inc, Book 3
Bad Boyfriends, Inc—when you can't find a good boyfriend, why not hire a bad one instead?
Leo Fisher is the outward picture of respectability, just like his parents raised him to be. But when he inherits a crumbling terrace house from his great-uncle, he also inherits a tenant who turns his world upside down. Tristan is brazen, gorgeous, experienced and utterly fabulous. He's everything Leo is not—so why is Leo drawn to him? Leo has always made the right choices—the sensible choices—yet here he is, hooking up with his tenant, who's a rent boy.
Tristan Montague is not a rent boy. Not exactly. He's a bad boyfriend. For a fee, he'll turn any date into the kind of disaster that will have his client's unsuspecting parents begging them to date anyone but him. Boyfriending for cash is fun—but for real? No, thanks. Tristan doesn't do relationships. Except when he meets his cute, awkward landlord Leo, Tristan finds himself rethinking his No Relationships rule. But in order for Leo to take a stand against his overbearing parents, Tristan will need to play the bad boyfriend one last time—and it's going to have to be spectacular.
Terribly Tristan has previously been published. There are no major content changes in this edition.
Excerpt:
"Darling!" she exclaimed when she saw Tristan, and he pushed himself up onto his toes to kiss her on the cheek. Then she caught sight of Harry. "Darling!"
She reeled Harry into a hug, pressing his face into her bosom and holding him there while he struggled to breathe. Jack extracted him and helped him straighten his glasses.
"Isn't it just awful?" Miss O'Jenny held a hand to her now-Harry-free bosom. "God, it's like the end of an era, isn't it? Not that I'm admitting how old I am—"
"God forbid," Tristan said, earning himself a smack on the arse with her handbag.
"Not that I'm admitting how old I am," she continued, "but back when I was just a fresh-faced country boy from Taree, Jimmy bought me my first drink and my first set of tits." She sniffled, then tugged a lacy handkerchief from her handbag. "My fucking mascara's going to run, isn't it?"
"You look gorgeous," Tristan said, looking around at the people arriving. He knew quite a few of the faces—a few more drag queens, Wei from the adult shop, and a couple of the pole dancers and the bartender from The Palace. But there were also a bunch of serious-faced people who were looking back at them like they were the ones who didn't belong here. As soon as they went inside the chapel, Tristan saw that the lines had been well and truly drawn. The left side of the chapel was full of queens, go-go boys and queer octogenarians who must have been Mr. Erskine's peers. The right side of the chapel had about a pew and half filled with people in sensible suits and blouses in varying shades of black, with nary a sequin among them.
In fairness, Tristan was also wearing black, but he was wearing it with style. He'd specifically worn the leather pants that Mr. Erskine had always said made his arse look delicious. He felt like the old man would have appreciated the gesture.
"Did Mr. Erskine have a secret double life as an accountant?" he asked, helping Miss O'Jenny into a pew.
Miss O'Jenny huffed out a bitter laugh. "Oh, that would be his family."
She said it in a way that made Tristan want to reach past all her battle makeup and find that fresh-faced country boy from Taree and tell him that he'd be okay. But he nodded instead, then sat down beside her in the pew.
Harry and Jack squeezed in beside him. Ambrose and Liam sat behind them with Wei.
The service was short and sombre, and there was nothing in the eulogy that reminded Tristan of the man he'd known at all. The family sat stoically through the entire thing without a ripple of emotion crossing their faces except for one young man, who looked genuinely devastated when they reached the end of the service and the coffin went rumbling on tracks through a curtain at the back, presumably for cremation. Tristan watched as the young man's throat bobbed and he ran the heel of his hand over his eyes, presumably fighting back tears.
He was attractive, in a tense, rumpled-accountant kind of way. He was also wearing black, but interestingly, Tristan spotted a discreet rainbow pin on his lapel. The guy looked to be in his late twenties. He had dark, wavy hair with curls that brushed the collar of his jacket, a dusting of rather enticing stubble along his jaw and wide, expressive brown eyes that were distinctly red-rimmed. He was shorter than Tristan—although since Tristan was six feet four, most people were—and compactly built. If it hadn't been a funeral Tristan might have hit on him, but even he had some decorum, apparently.
He'd wait for the wake, like a decent person.
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Check Out the rest of the Bad Boyfriends
Book 1: Awfully Ambrose
Ambrose Newman is a bad boyfriend. Professionally. If someone's parents don't approve of that long-haired unemployed bass player they want to date, that's where Ambrose comes in. For a few hundred dollars a night, he'll go to dinner with a client and their parents and show them that the grass is definitely not greener on his side of the fence. It's dead. When Ambrose brings a date to a fancy restaurant, it isn't sparks that fly—it's glassware.
After his last boyfriend turned out to be a cheat, Liam Connelly has no interest in dating again, but his parents are determined to see him paired off. When they come to visit, he hires Ambrose to act as his boyfriend. If Ambrose can be a bad boyfriend, he can be a tolerable one too, right? But Ambrose plays the part too well and scores an invitation to spend the Easter weekend with the Connolly family at their winery, and Liam finds himself developing real affection for his fake boyfriend.
But does Ambrose return those feelings, or is it all an act?
Book 2: Horribly Harry
Bad Boyfriends, Inc—when you can't find a good boyfriend, why not hire a bad one instead?
To supplement his income while he's completing his Early Education degree, Harry Townsend hires himself out as a terrible date—for a set fee, he'll horrify parents and family members in all sorts of interesting ways. But when it comes to actual relationships—and sex—Harry doesn't get the appeal. He doesn't get the same tingly feelings everyone else seems to when they meet someone attractive. And he's fine with that.
Jack Windsor abandoned his university degree to do an apprenticeship as a mechanic. He's happy with his choices, but leaving uni meant losing his accommodation, and now he's crashing on his sister Mia's couch. It isn't ideal, but it's only until he finds something else—which is proving difficult in Sydney's brutal rental market.
When Jack recognises Harry from his sister's terrible date, he almost kills him with a strawberry smoothie. In the aftermath he discovers that not only was Harry's bad date with Mia a setup, but that Harry is looking for a roommate.
Moving in with Harry is great, if only he wasn't so distractingly cute—and totally uninterested in Jack. Except as they grow closer, for the first time ever Harry starts to develop feelings—tingly ones. But how can Harry and Jack be together when Jack's family thinks that Harry is the worst human being in the universe?
Horribly Harry has previously been published. This new edition contains no major content changes.
About the Authors:
About Lisa Henry:
Lisa likes to tell stories, mostly with hot guys and happily ever afters.
Lisa lives in tropical North Queensland, Australia. She doesn't know why, because she hates the heat, but she suspects she's too lazy to move. She spends half her time slaving away as a government minion, and the other half plotting her escape.
She attended university at sixteen, not because she was a child prodigy or anything, but because of a mix-up between international school systems early in life. She studied History and English, neither of them very thoroughly.
She shares her house with too many cats, a dog, a green tree frog that swims in the toilet, and as many possums as can break in every night. This is not how she imagined life as a grown-up.
Lisa has been published since 2012, and was a LAMBDA finalist for her quirky, awkward coming-of-age romance Adulting 101, and a Rainbow Awards finalist for 2019's Anhaga.
To connect with Lisa on social media, you can find her here:
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About Sarah Honey:
Sarah started life in New Zealand. She came to Australia for a working holiday, loved it, and never left. She lives in Western Australia with her partner, two cats, two dogs and a life-size replica TARDIS.
She spends half her time at a day job and the rest of her time reading and writing about clueless men falling in love, with a dash of humour and spice thrown in along the way.
Her proudest achievements include having adult kids who will still be seen with her in public, the ability to make a decent sourdough loaf, and knowing all the words to Bohemian Rhapsody.
https://linktr.ee/sarahhoney
https://www.sarahhoneyauthor.com/
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