OS: Welcome to Jeff Adams author of Love’s Opening Night. Thanks for stopping by! What can you tell us about your book?
Hi. I’m Jeff Adams and I’m excited to be here to talk about my latest release Love’s Opening Night.
Few things say more to me about how a relationship will work out more than how someone takes care of you when your sick or injured. Love’s Opening Night takes place during the rehearsal period of a new Broadway musical that involves a lot of dancing. The romance between Jeremy Steele and Ty Beaumont heats up because Jeremy is helping Ty with the complex moves.
Unfortunately, even though he’s a pro dancer, Jeremy twists his ankle during rehearsals (and anyone who watches Dancing with the Stars or So You Think You Can Dance knows how often ankles can twist). It’s Ty to the rescue, not just making sure Jeremy gets immediate medical attention, which of course would’ve happened anyway since it is an on-the-job injury, but Ty also makes a follow up visit to make sure Jeremy gets dinner and is resting comfortably.
Being incapacitated in some way is never easy because most of us are used to doing whatever we need to do. Jeremy makes mention of that in the excerpt that I’ve included with this post. “I’m not used to being taken care of like this. You know, usually in the city you just force yourself to do what you need to,” he says.
These gestures from Ty only make the attraction burn brighter between Jeremy and him—even though Jeremy can’t figure out why an accomplished leading man like Ty would be into a guy like him.
I hope you’ll pick up a copy of Love’s Opening Night so you can see what else happens as Jeremy and Ty look to make a go of a showmance. You can also take a chance of winning a copy with the Rafflecopter.
OS: Thanks for the contest! Good luck on the rest of the tour!
Can an onstage love story lead to a real-life romance?
Jeremy Steele is a veteran Broadway performer. For his latest role, he’s dancing alongside a man he’s fantasized about for years, TV star Ty Beaumont. Jeremy knows better than to get involved with a castmate, but when Ty has trouble learning the complicated choreography, Jeremy offers to lend a hand. When a rehearsal kiss turns into something more, Jeremy can’t help but wonder what a celebrity like Ty could ever see in a Broadway chorus boy like him. Will a relationship with his crush make it past previews, or can it become a long-running hit?
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The intercom’s buzzer woke me.
It took me a second to clear my head and remember why I was in my apartment, lying on the futon.
I was seen at the hospital immediately and was in and out in just a couple of hours. Ty’s car brought me home after a stop at the pharmacy for some anti-inflammatories and prescription-strength ibuprofen.
What I’d thought about nearly the entire time since I’d left the studio was Ty carrying me out. It was amazing and so romantic. I knew he was helping me while I was injured. However, that didn’t stop my imagination from turning it into a sweeping gesture—like the end of An Officer and a Gentleman. Picturing him in a dress white uniform was a great distraction from my injury.
The buzzer went off again, forcing me to move. I swung my legs off the futon, grabbed one crutch, and crossed the room to see who was visiting. Luckily there wasn’t much space to cover in my studio apartment.
“Hello?” I said into the intercom.
“Hey Jeremy. It’s Ty. I brought dinner.”
“Um…. Thanks,” I said as panic set in. Ty was about to be in my teeny-tiny apartment. “Come on up.”
My gaze darted around. At least I kept the place tidy, but he was about to walk into probably the smallest room he’d ever seen. Shit. I was only in boxers and a T-shirt too. I couldn’t have him in here like that, hurt or not. I hastily grabbed sweats and pulled them on. As he knocked, I was fumbling to get the sweats past the air cast that wrapped my foot.
“Coming,” I called out.
I looked around one last time. I wasn’t going to find anything that would make this situation less embarrassing. He was probably staying in a fancy apartment for the run of the show, and now he was at my tiny box in Brooklyn. I couldn’t stall anymore; I hobbled to the door and opened it.
“Hey,” he said. “Sorry, I wasn’t thinking about you having to walk, but I thought you’d need some food.”
Oh my God, he was so sweet. And he looked so good. He wasn’t in rehearsal clothes; instead, he was in jeans, a fitted T-shirt that hung on to his pecs just right, and a leather jacket.
“You didn’t have to do that.” I opened the door wider so he could come in. “But your timing is great. I fell asleep when I got home, so I haven’t eaten.”
He entered and the apartment instantly seemed warmer, which was silly. He couldn’t raise the temperature of a room.
“I’ve got some Chinese food from my favorite takeout place on the lower east side, plus some chicken soup. It’s always the soup I get when I’m sick. And, well, you’re not sick, but I figured it’d still be comforting.”
He went to the kitchen, which was jammed into one corner, and started setting out the containers. “What would you like first?”
My stomach rumbled as the delicious smells filled the small room.
“You okay?” He asked, now looking at me, holding a container of food in midair.
Ugh. I was staring while holding the door open.
“Sorry.” I snapped back to reality and closed the door. “I’m not used to being taken care of like this. You know, usually in the city you just force yourself to do what you need to.”
“That’s not how I was raised.” He finished laying out the food. “You help out, especially your friends.”
Could he be a more perfect man? Joining him in the kitchen, I surveyed the food. It looked like he’d cleaned out the restaurant.
About the Author
Jeff’s written stories since he was in middle school and became a gay romance writer in 2009 when his first short stories were published. Since then he’s written several more shorts and novels, including some in the young adult genre, and he plans to keep writing as long as wonderful readers keeping picking up his books.
Jeff lives in rural Northern California with his husband of twenty years, Will. Some of his favorite things include the musicals Rent and [title of show], the Detroit Red Wings and Pittsburgh Penguins hockey teams, and the reality TV competition So You Think You Can Dance. If forced to pick his favorite book it would be a tie between Michael Chabon’s The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay and David Levithan’s Every Day.
Jeff is also the co-host of Jeff & Will’s Big Gay Fiction Podcast.