Message from the Author:
My name is Logan Meredith, and it’s my great pleasure to share the cover of my latest book, Crossroads, with you today. When Dreamspinner Press introduced their “States of Love” series, I knew I wanted to participate. As a military brat, I’ve called many states home over my life, but my parents were both Indiana natives, and so when we were “going home” for the holidays or a vacation, it was always to Indiana. Inevitably our visits to relatives would include driving between cities and towns, taking in the variety of landscapes that made up a State whose motto is aptly the “Crossroads of America.” Crossroads brings together two men raised in very different corners of Indiana. Ethan from a small, farming community and Marcus, raised in Indianapolis, but more at home at a lake-side campsite near his college town of Bloomington.
The title Crossroads is also a nod to the stage of life for Marcus and Ethan, who are both in a period of self-discovery. While Ethan has flawlessly executed on his life-plan to escape his small town, Marcus is floundering his way through his mid-twenties. He’s checked off all the boxes—college degree, solid job, great benefits, and a sexy car, but inside he’s racked with self-doubt and quickly falling behind his friends.
When I write, I typically start with one fully formed character that popped into my brain, and only along the way do I discover their true love. In Crossroads, I set out to tell Ethan’s story, but as soon as Marcus arrived on the page, he quickly stole my heart. So, I suppose it fits then that he also stole the cover. I hope you enjoy Marcus and Ethan’s romance as much as I enjoyed writing it.
Cover Artist: Brooke Albrecht
Pre-Order Links: DSP
Release Date: January 5, 2018
Blurb: Despite the best-laid plans, life sometimes has other ideas. Ethan Yoder has toiled to escape his small-minded farming community, and he’s finally earned his degree and made it to Indianapolis—where he lands a job at a pharmaceutical company and meets handsome and successful Marcus. Marcus introduces Ethan to the fun-filled life of his dreams—fancy dinners, courtside seats at NBA games, even a trip to the Indianapolis 500. But Marcus’s happy-go-lucky veneer hides a man frustrated with a job he hates and his failure at romance due to factors he’s only beginning to understand. Ethan still has his eyes on the prize—a lucrative career—and he must figure out how to hold on to one opportunity without letting another slip away. If he and Marcus can come to a deeper understanding, their road might lead to a happily ever after.
States of Love: Stories of love that span every corner of the United States.
Marcus retreated to his workspace and put his headphones on to block out the ambient noises. The Phase I trials, which were his purview, were only conducted in the US, so he had no idea how to access the data from the Spanish trial. He perused his email for communication that might guide him, and he quickly lost himself in the problem.
A tap on his shoulder invited him to look up from his screen for the first time in hours. His neck was stiff, and he moved his hand to rub it and twisted around to see who was there. He removed his headphones.
“Excuse me for bothering you,” the stranger began.
Marcus smiled reflexively. “No bother.” He swiveled his chair and sat up straighter. The man’s eyes raked down Marcus’s body, and the slight redness on his cheeks brightened as he lingered at crotch level a hair too long. “You lost?”
He jerked in surprise, and Marcus stifled a laugh as the man tried to avoid eye contact. “No, umm….” He glanced around as though he weren’t sure. “Are you Marcus Light?”
Marcus smiled at the way the man said his name—sweetly, but nervously and with the subtle inflection and breathy quality that sent loud pings to Marcus’s gaydar. He hadn’t seen the guy before. He wasn’t assigned to LY1650. IT, perhaps? “I am. And you are?”
Their eyes reconnected, and oh boy, did Marcus like the doe-eyed innocence he saw in those baby blues. “I’m not sure if you got the email yet. They said next week, but I hate to waste time, and I haven’t ramped up on the registration trial. Anyway, it sounded like a big deal, so I thought I’d get started right away.”
Marcus tried to follow Ethan’s rambling thoughts. “Next week?” he asked.
“Yeah. I know. So can I….?”
“Can you what?”
“There was an email.” He giggled, and his eyes smiled more than his lips, which flattened as he adjusted his tie. The move drew Marcus’s attention from the man’s face. Most of the IT guys considered cargo shorts business casual. He’d never seen one in fitted khaki pants, let alone a button-down shirt.
“Let’s assume I haven’t read it.”
“Umm… Dr. Santos requested me. You did need help, correct? With the analysis?”
“Listen. What was your name again?”
“Oh, Ethan. Ethan Yoder. Sorry.” Ethan shuffled the items from his right hand to offer it to Marcus.
Marcus accepted it with a lighthearted laugh at Ethan’s formality until the small tingles crawled up his arm at the brief touch. Ping. Ping. Ping. “Listen, Ethan. I think there’s been a mistake, and I’d love to help solve it, but I’m kind of under the gun here.”
“But that’s why I’m here. To help.”
Marcus frowned. He would already be working past five as it was and what he needed was his own team freed up, not a temp who didn’t have a clue. “I asked for one of my guys. I’m sure you’re supposed to backfill so they can be reassigned.”
Ethan blushed, clearly flustered. “All I’m told is that Dr. Santos requested a temp, and I’m him. That’s all I can say.” He flashed his phone toward Marcus.
Marcus sighed his dismissal. What sense did that make? His guys already knew the database inside and out. Ugh. Typical corporate nonsense. “No one communicates anything around here.”
Ethan huffed, more irritated than amused, which Marcus found adorable. His breath hitched, and he chewed his bottom lip as he shook his head and thumb-typed an email. “For the record, you were copied on the original message. Look, what do you want from me? I have an assignment and….”
Marcus’s computer dinged behind him. He tuned out the verbal lashing long enough to glance at his screen. Shit! It was from Dr. Santos. He turned back to Ethan and tried not to smile as Mr. Business Casual dissolved into a rant.
Between Paul and his last few boyfriends, Marcus regularly experimented with ways to abort full-blown, hands-flailing tizzies. He zeroed his eyes in on Ethan’s and tried to communicate calmness. When that failed, he used distraction. “Is this a negotiation? Because I want you—” He paused intentionally. “—to get the job done.”
Ethan stopped talking and gawked. “What the hell? Do you want to show me where Dr. Santos sits? I’m sure we can clear this up real quick.” Ethan pivoted with enough sass to push Marcus’s instincts from “strongly suspect” to “yep, Ethan is a big ol’ mo.” His short-lived celebration of that confirmation ended when his brain replayed their conversation. Shit. Ethan was only trying to do his job, and Dr. Santos would surely not be amused by claims of sexual harassment.
Marcus trailed after Ethan and called his name, unsurprised that Ethan didn’t respond. He caught up to Ethan at the elevator bank as Ethan pushed the button, tapped his fingers on his thigh, and pushed the lit call light a few more times. Marcus watched and waited for that look back to confirm what he already knew. A ding signaled the arriving elevator, and finally Ethan feigned a casual glance over his shoulder that fooled exactly no one. Marcus met him with a flirty smile. “I’m sorry. You don’t need to bother Dr. Santos. I’ll figure out what I can have you do. Come back in a few hours,” Marcus proposed.
“Yeah. Okay.” Ethan huffed as the elevator shut. Marcus couldn’t see Ethan’s face, but his tone sparked something. And oh, how Marcus had missed that feeling.
About the Author
Logan Meredith began writing as a teenager when beautiful boys started keeping her company at night. Unfortunately, the voices she heard were imaginary, and their conversations resulted in horrible insomnia. They only let her sleep when she started to type their words down. Thankfully, being awkward as hell and a head taller than anyone else in the school afforded plenty of spare time for writing.
At first she tried to make them play with characters from her favorite television series or books. She found her lost tribe with a ravenous, crazy group of fan-fiction lovers online and started sharing her stories publicly. Then something amazing happened—new characters arrived and demanded their own stories. Only they wanted their own world to play in and they wanted to find their true loves. So, between her day job and making time for her family, she tries to keep up with the demands from her beautiful men for their happily ever afters.
A native of San Antonio, Texas, and a graduate of the University of Texas-San Antonio, Logan is an accomplished cross-country mover, having honed her skills bouncing between five states. She currently resides in Houston, Texas. In addition to writing, she spends her time reading and rereading her favorite books, cheering for the San Antonio Spurs, playing Words with Friends, and procrastinating pretty much everything else.
Logan is a proud member of the LGBTQA community and vocal advocate for mental health awareness, suicide prevention, and equality campaigns.
Logan welcomes the chance to interact with readers.