Cover Reveal for Frank at Heart by Pat Henshaw and Giveaway!

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During the recession at the beginning of the 21st century, many gays and lesbians moved from the San Francisco Bay Area and Sacramento to the Sierra Foothills. FLAG (Foothills Lesbians and Gays) was formed. This series was written for them.
Frank at Heart is #6 in the Foothills Pride contemporary gay romance series set in the fictional town of Stone Acres, California. Like all the books in the series, this book can be read as a standalone, so readers who aren’t familiar with the rest of the books will be able to follow the story easily.
In Frank at Heart, we get a glimpse into the life of the man the citizens of Stone Acres, California, think of as a confirmed bachelor and the romance that rocks his world. Who Frank is and what he does to find romance may surprise readers. It did me.

Title: Frank at Heart
Series: Foothills Pride #6
Author: Pat Henshaw
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Publication date: May 31, 2017
Cover design: AngstyG
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Website: www.angstyg.com
Pages: 86

Buy links:
Dreamspinner: :: https://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/books/frank-at-heart-by-pat-henshaw-8521-b

Blurb:
Everything about thirty-five-year-old Stone Acres hardware store owner Frank McCord is old-fashioned—from his bow tie and overalls to the way he happily makes house calls to his dreams of lasting romance, true love, and marriage. Frank’s predecessors have run the store and been mainstays in the small California town for over a century. While genial Frank upholds tradition and earns the respect of friends and neighbors, he fears he’s too dull and old to attract a husband.
Into his life comes handsome thirty-six-year-old electronic games designer Christopher Darling and his fifteen-year-old son, Henry. Christopher has everything Frank could want in a potential partner: charm, kindness, and compatibility. Also, he’s a terrific father to Henry. When their Stone Acres home turns out to be uninhabitable, Frank offers the Darlings temporary lodging in his ancestral farmhouse, where he and his tenant Emil reside. Since Emil thinks Frank is his, sparks fly. Suddenly, Frank’s monotonous life promises to explode with love and threatens to change him forever.

Author bio:
Pat Henshaw, author of the Foothills Pride Stories, has spent her life surrounded by words: Teaching English composition at the junior college level; writing book reviews for newspapers, magazines, and websites; helping students find information as a librarian; and promoting PBS television programs.
Pat was born and raised in Nebraska where she promptly left the cold and snow after college, living at various times in Texas, Colorado, Northern Virginia, and Northern California. Pat enjoys travel, having visited Mexico, Canada, Europe, Nicaragua, Thailand, and Egypt, and Europe, including a cruise down the Danube.
Her triumphs are raising two incredible daughters who daily amaze her with their power and compassion. Fortunately, her incredibly supportive husband keeps her grounded in reality when she threatens to drift away while writing fiction.

Author media links:
Website: http://patbooked.blogspot.com
Website: www.pathenshaw.com (under construction)
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pat.henshaw.10
Twitter: https://twitter.com/phenshaw
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Pat-Henshaw/e/B00BPDEDEA/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1?qid=1436131610&sr=8-1
Email: patoisca@yahoo.com

Excerpt:
[Henry Darling has come into Frank’s hardware store to apply for a parttime summer job with his father Christopher. Frank has been eyeing Christopher for weeks as he idly wanders the store aisles. Frank is the viewpoint character.]

“The school year ends soon.” Henry, unlike many high school kids, was looking me straight in the eye and wasn’t relying on his father to fill in any blanks or prompt him. I was impressed. “I can take the test today, tomorrow, or after school next week.”
I read down his application. I don’t use a standard form, because the ones I’d found online didn’t tell me anything I wanted to know about my applicants. My form has the usual name, address, and contact information, but it also asks about extracurricular activities, interests, and passions. A lot of kids stopped at the word “passions,” and some even asked what I meant.
Henry had had no problem answering the questions. He wrote that he was a game player, both electronic and nonelectronic. He was a serious reader, listing The Silmarillion as the last book he’d truly enjoyed. Some boys can’t remember a book they’ve read, much less the last one they really got into. Also unlike most of the boys who applied, Henry hadn’t listed any sports, either as a participant or a fan.
“You don’t like sports?” I tried not to ask it too gruffly, but both Darlings’ faces scrunched up.
“Is that a problem?” Christopher evidently wasn’t worried about being too gruff.
“No. I follow a few teams. So I try to make sure rivalries and loyalties won’t become a point of contention here in the store.” Some people have remarked that mildness could be my middle name. I’ve worked hard at keeping my cool, so I don’t usually flare up. I try to surround myself with people who don’t either. The world around me got really ugly when I was angry.
“Dad. I’m the one applying, so let me answer.”
Christopher appeared properly chastised and a little amused as he nodded for his son to take over. He winked at me as if to ask “Isn’t my kid great?”
I smiled back. Another tiny secret moment shared. It was broken by Henry squaring his shoulders and answering me.
“It’s not that I’m against sports. But see, I’m not built like an athlete. Most of the time, what I like to do is make things or read more than do physical activity. So sports aren’t high on my interest list. But I would like to know who your favorite teams and players are, uh, Frank.”
This time Christopher and I smiled at the same time. The boy’s ability to act like an adult tickled both of us. I admired Henry for wanting to handle this interview by himself. Sure, I could feel him relying on his dad’s presence. Christopher oozed strength and support, and his rock-solid backing assured Henry he was there whenever the teen needed him. It also said Christopher would fight to hold back unless he felt he absolutely needed to jump in.
I took out my pocket watch. I thought I had another unassembled test in the back room. If Henry passed—and I thought he would with flying colors—I could get him squared away with all the official paperwork and hired to start working a few hours next weekend while I interviewed a couple of the other candidates.
I don’t know why I was pushing Henry through the hoops, except that I was eager to find out more about him and work with him. I got the feeling the hours he was in the store would pass more quickly than they did now. Just as they flew by when his dad roamed the aisles.
“Are you free this afternoon at two?” As I asked, Henry’s eyes lit up and he turned to his dad.
I could feel their excitement as it rolled off of them and hit me in the chest. I smiled as I absorbed their shared joy.
When Christopher looked at me, a weird jolt of recognition hit me, like spying a loved one in a crowded room. I felt like I had reached out and found a matching half. I dropped my eyes, feeling a sudden weight of longing. Before it could consume me, I reminded myself that I don’t believe in magic or miracles or soul mates.
When I blinked, he was back to being newcomer Christopher Darling, here with his son who was applying for a job. No woo-woo, no aura, no pulsating lights. Both he and Henry were staring like I’d suddenly started yodeling Madonna songs. I gave a mental shake of my head and righted myself on the tracks of life.
With the point of a pencil I plucked from the soup can, I ran down my daybook and stopped at two o’clock. Then I looked up at Henry, who hadn’t answered my question.
“Yes, I’m free at two. Is there anything I need to bring with me?” The boy’s response helped shelve the odd moment.
I wrote his name in my book, then explained about social security and parental permission. I took out the form for the latter and had his dad complete it.
“I’ll see you at two.” I stuck my hand out, and an exuberant Henry shook it.

 

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7 Responses to Cover Reveal for Frank at Heart by Pat Henshaw and Giveaway!

  1. Sean McNamara says:

    Pat Henshaw has created one of the enviable places on earth in the Foothills Series. It’s not perfect, the people can be dicks at times, oh yeah there is the homophobia and narrow-mindedness now and again. But wait!, then there are the story characters who live in this circus and have staked their livelihood and there love on this place-and it’s a winning combination of it could happen and yes it;s happening. You get sucked in by the story, roped in with the tone of the narrative and then tied in once you meet the cast of each book. Pat Henshaw has shown such restraint and civility towards issues facing every 21st century sexual survivor-all tropes and emerging realities that the story/stories forever resonate once your done with the books. And Lord help you-the story hangovers are not pleasant. Buy this book-and then buy the heck out of all the others!

    • Pat says:

      Sean, your comment took my breath away. Thank you so much! I really, really appreciate everything you have to say. Peace.

  2. Jen F says:

    Frank at Heart sounds interesting and I love the title.

    The hardest DIY experience I’ve had was putting in a drip system in our yard. We dug the trenches by hand and there are a lot of rocks in our soil, so it was back breaking work. We were younger and stubborn then. Now, I would rent a trencher at the very least.

  3. Pat says:

    Wow. That sounds like quite the ordeal. It’s amazing what young and stubborn will accomplish, right? Congratulations! At least you got it done.

    Frank McCord, the viewpoint character of Frank at Heart, would have been the go-to guy for support and suggestions with your project. He’s the guy you look for at the hardware store, and he definitely deserves the perfect husband.

  4. H.B. says:

    I like putting together little projects and find putting together something with instructions is fun. Now without instructions I’m totally lost.

    Congrats on the new book!

    • Pat says:

      One of the characters in Frank at Heart is a teenage boy who loves to put together Ikea furniture. Unfortunately, he’s fictional, but I’d sure like to have him around my house!

  5. Jess A Jaye says:

    Book sounds great, totally adding it to my TBR list.
    I’m hoping to buy my first place this year and I have no idea about anything DIY so I’m sure there will be a ton of disasters

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