OS: Welcome to SE Harmon here to talk about their new book!
Hello! I’m glad to be on Open Skye today, back to the scene of the crime of my cover reveal. I’m here to talk a little bit about my latest release from DSP, The Blueprint. This book is a combination of some of my favorite tropes, all smashed into one—best-friends-to-lovers, sports romances, and OFY/GFY. The characters Kelly and Blue spoke to me so clearly, they might as well have written it themselves.
But of course there’s only so much you can say about a book—the only real way to know if you’ll love a book is to read some of it. So here goes. This is an excerpt from Blue’s POV as he starts to ponder the state of his relationship with Kelly. He knows something is a little off lately, but he’s not sure what to do about it. He also knows that he’s not going to let Kelly go…not if he has anything to say about it.
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Kelly Cannon is generally satisfied with his life—he has a great job that he loves, friends, and a wonderful family. But his love life has reached a new level of pitiful. Why? Well, his heart decided to break all the rules. Don’t fall in love with a straight guy. And definitely don’t fall in love with your best friend.
NFL standout Britton “Blue” Montgomery has pressure coming at him from all sides. From his father, who’s only interested in Blue’s football career. From his coaches, who just want him to play without getting injured again. The fans. His agent. His mother, who popped back up on the radar after leaving his family years ago. Now his relationship with Kelly is on shaky ground, and that frightens Blue more than anything.
When Kelly admits he’s in love with Blue, bonds are tested, and Blue has to decide what’s really important. He doesn’t want to lose the number one person in his life, but the cost to keep Kelly close might be more than he’s willing to pay.
It’s a good thing his nickname is the Blueprint—it’s time to draft a new set of plans.
I glanced down at my phone again. No missed calls, no missed texts. There was no point in redialing until Kelly was forced to get a restraining order against me. Nothing would budge him when he was being stubborn.
I wouldn’t stop by after we docked.
No matter how much I wanted to.
I was trying to give him his precious space. I scowled. Although why I was suddenly supposed to give Kelly, my best friend for practically most of my fucking life, space was beyond me. All I knew was that, a couple weeks earlier, he gave me some rambling speech about “finding himself” and “figuring some things out.” He needed time to figure out where his life was going.
I was doing my best to comply. But like most things you didn’t realize you were addicted to, staying away was easier said than done.
I would stay away. But if he didn’t answer in a couple of days, I’d track him down—in person. I sent him a text to that effect, using the word motherfucker quite liberally, and put my phone back in my pocket.
As far as threats went, two hundred and fifty pounds of irritated tight end on your doorstep was usually pretty effective.
S.E. Harmon has had a lifelong love affair with writing. It’s been both wonderful and rocky (they’ve divorced several times), but they always manage to come back together. She’s a native Floridian with a Bachelor of Arts and a Masters in Fine Arts, and now splits her days between voraciously reading romance novels and squirreling away someplace to write them. Her current beta reader is a nosy American Eskimo who begrudgingly accepts payment in the form of dog biscuits.