#BookBlitz — Leaning Into Love (Leaning Into Stories) #1 by Lane Hayes + Bonus Content & Giveaway
Title: Leaning Into Love
Series: Leaning Into Stories, #1
Author: Lane Hayes
Release Date: February 10th
Heat Level: 4 - Lots of Sex
Length: Approximately 24K words
Genre: Romance, Erotica, Friends to lovers,
surfer, white collar, San Francisco, bisexual
Eric Schuster is a successful guy. He’s part owner of a highly successful tech firm, he has a supportive family and a great group of close friends.
But something is missing. Or maybe he’s reacting to his business partner and ex’s wedding news.
He knows his former lover is making a big mistake but he also knows it’s time to move on. And hopefully avoid falling for another friend.
Zane Richards is an avid sailor and surfer with a laid-back approach to life. He firmly believes there’s a time and place for everything if you’re willing to take a chance.
Like letting his best friend know he’s interested in being much more than friends. Eric has always been half in love with Zane but going from friends to lovers isn’t an easy sell for someone protecting his heart.
Eric will have to decide if he’s willing to risk it all by leaning into love.
INCLUDES BONUS CONTENT
Lane Hayes writes with so much wit, charisma, and sexy flirtatious dialogue that you can’t help but fall in love with every single book you read, or —at least—I can’t.
Leaning Into Love is the first book in a new series that is going to rock, if this one is any indication of what we can expect in future installments.
Eric and Zane have been best friends for twelve years, but their friendship never crossed any romantic boundaries. . .until now.
Now that it has, it’s not always smooth sailing—but with Zane being an expert sailor—he doesn’t have any trouble keeping Eric on board with dates, dinners, and kissing. Lots of kissing.
I love the concept behind Leaning Into Love—Zane’s philosophy he shares with Eric about leaning and relationships—and I fell in love with his character right there on the spot. It was a magical moment and filled my heart with joy.
I love friends to lovers romance because they get each other on a deeper level. The sex is dirty, raw, aggressive, and spine tingling with an intensity that will have you holding your breath through the entire scene. In other words—it’s freaking HOT, HOT, HOT!!
Highly recommended with bonus material at the end that just adds more delightful goodness and jaw-aching smiles.
* I received an ARC of this book in exchange for an honest review from www.indigomarketingdesign.com
Meet the Author
is grateful to finally be doing what she loves best. Writing full-time!
It’s no secret Lane loves a good romance novel. An avid reader from an early age, she has always been drawn to well-told love story with beautifully written characters.
These days she prefers the leading roles to both be men. Lane discovered the M/M genre a few years ago and was instantly hooked.
Her debut novel was a 2013 Rainbow Award finalist and subsequent books have received Honorable Mentions, and were winners in the 2016 Rainbow Awards.
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Zane refilled my glass and returned it to me with a naughty smirk. “You get kinda corny when you’re tipsy, Schuster. It’s cute.”
“Yeah. You get goofy. Your ears turn red and it makes the freckles on your nose stand out. Then you do that thing with your hair where you swipe your hand through it so many times that it looks like you just rolled out of bed.”
“Uh…okay. That’s embarrassing.” I searched for a reflective surface as I attempted to pat my unruly brown hair into some semblance of order. “I was going for debonair and I got bar mitzvah kid chic,” I grumbled.
Zane leaned forward and gave me an intense look I didn’t understand.
“You don’t have to be anyone but yourself with me, Eric. I like you just the way you are.” He sat back again and cocked his head. “So let’s talk about this stupid engagement party. What’s the dress code?”
“Um… it’s probably dressy casual,” I replied with a furrowed brow. I wanted to back up a sentence or two and analyze his words and dissect the meaning of “I like you just the way you are”.
“The usual oxymoron,” he snarked. “You are going with me, right?”
“Sure. If you want.”
“I want. It’ll save us both the trouble of finding some poor unsuspecting sucker to drag to a fancy shindig.”
“True. Speaking of suckers, don’t you have a date tonight?”
Zane glanced at his watch and then stretched his legs out on the bench so his shoe nudged my thigh. “I’ve got time. Talk to me. What else have you been up to lately? I noticed there’s a new exhibit at the Modern Museum. Have you gone? I think it’s a midcentury retrospective with Motherwell and de Kooning. I know you like the scribbly art and…”
His conversation was easy. The gentrified version of his former surfer dude accent had a lilting quality I could have listened to for hours. I felt myself truly begin to relax and let go of the invisible hold I’d had on my emotions, like a swimmer grasping onto a ledge who finally realizes he can reach the bottom of the pool. Being with someone who knew quirky details about me and accepted them without judgment or reservation was a gift.
I treasured all of my friends, but Zane was special. Our friendship was rooted in geography and history and now time. He wasn’t making a romantic advance when he asked me to attend Nick’s engagement party with him. That was latent wishful thinking on my part. Zane was simply being who he always was. My oldest and best friend.