OS: Welcome to Meghan Maslow author of Ride Along! Thanks so much for stopping by and sharing with us an exclusive excerpt from your new book!
Hello! I’m Meghan Maslow and I’m thrilled to be at Open Skye Book Reviews to share with you an exclusive excerpt from my newest release, Ride Along, a novella in the Dreamspinner Press States of Love line.
I decided to set the story at an imaginary conference called the Maryland Author’s Police Institute, where writer Drew Nolan goes to find some inspiration to move past his brutal writer’s block.
I’ve actually attended a similar type of conference and the experience was amazing!
I learned about forensics (and even took part in a blood spatter class), toured a county prison, took a gun simulation training class, learned about crime scene photography, “breached” a house with the SWAT team, and worked on an “Investigation of a Felony Murder” module led by a retired homicide investigator.
Some of the events were open to all conference attendees, but others were lotteries where a certain number of participant names were drawn.
Drew threw his name into the ride along lottery and thinks he hit the jackpot when his name is drawn and he’s partnered with Officer Josh de Oliveira.
I’m excited to share Josh and Drew with you today. To say they had a rocky start is a bit of an understatement.
I hope you enjoy watching them fall in love as much as I did.
Drew Nolan is a loud-and-proud mystery writer with a brutal case of writer’s block. He needs practical experience with the Baltimore police beat to get his latest manuscript to his publisher on time. When he wins a ride-along at a writer’s conference, he thinks he’s hit the jackpot… until he meets his partner.
Closeted cop Josh de Oliveira lost his family, his partner, and the respect of his unit—all for doing the right thing. Recently busted back down to patrol, he’s relieved to get a cushy assignment at the Author’s Police Institute where he’ll take one lucky writer on a ride-along. Unfortunately, his author looks like he belongs in the backseat of Josh’s squad car—long, ginger dreadlocks, piercings, and an “I would bottom you so hard” T-shirt. But there’s something about Drew Josh is having a hard time resisting.
It’s going to be a long night and one hell of a ride as opposites attract and realize they share a lot in common beneath the surface. As animosity becomes desire, they realize they can help each other out—in more ways than one.
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Could his luck get any effing worse? Josh watched as his wet dream strolled toward him. The guy moved like a cat, all sinuous and lean. He’d changed his shirt at least. But the plain blue polo shirt matched his eyes perfectly and made the guy even sexier.
He glanced at his text. His ride along was named Andrew Nolan. Drew. He hadn’t put it together. Some detective he’d turned out to be.
Of all the people at the conference he could be paired with…. But of course it wasn’t likely by accident, was it? Not too hard to figure out that Martin had a hand in the ride along schedule. That dickhead had scheduled him to ride with the one person who’d make him uncomfortable. Only not for the reason he imagined.
He swore a blue streak in Portuguese, making sure to keep his voice low so his little ginger tagalong wouldn’t hear him. He didn’t want to owe the guy another apology. Slipping his phone in his pocket, he braced for the coming hours.
Drew’s step faltered as he neared, his hand gripping a beat-up messenger bag. Yeah, he’d just now realized who he’d been partnered with. His eyes widened and he darted his sweet tongue over the lip ring. Josh’s dick took notice.
It was going to be a long afternoon.
“Hi,” Drew said, sounding slightly breathless. He peeked out from under thick lashes. This close, Josh could see a light sprinkling of freckles on Drew’s nose. Drew was a couple inches shorter than Josh, but nicely built, hinting that he worked out. The tan indicated he was outdoorsy, which was appealing, even though Josh was a city boy through and through.
An auburn dreadlock had fallen out of the elastic; Drew twirled it around his finger. Clearly a nervous habit. One that made Josh want to reach out and wrap his hand in all that ginger and pull Drew close until no space remained between them.
Josh took a deep breath. What the hell was wrong with him? He hadn’t felt the zing of attraction since Eric, and God knew how awful that had turned out.
Thinking of Eric caused his cock to deflate faster than a balloon with a hole in it. Yeah, he had terrible taste in men. He needed to remember that. The fact he found Drew so attractive meant there had to be something wrong with him.
Drew’s brow wrinkled and his delicious lips turned down in a pout. What was that all about? Josh tried to think why he’d look hurt, but the guy had seriously short-circuited his brain.
“Cat got your tongue?” Drew attempted to smile but it looked strained.
“Look, I can see you don’t want to ride with me,” Drew said, his smile disappearing, “but I really need this experience for a book. I don’t know what you have against me—”
“Why would I have anything against you?” Josh snapped. Drew’s eyes widened and he took a step back. Great, he was being an ass again. Josh scrubbed a hand across his face. “I mean, I don’t have any problem with you.” He softened his voice, hoping Drew would hear the apology in it.
“A-are you sure? ’Cuz I feel like we keep getting off on the wrong foot. All I want is to learn about what you do every day.”
Josh grunted. “It’s what I’m here for.” Dammit, he needed a filter. It wasn’t Drew’s fault his life was less than optimal at the moment.
Drew’s eyes narrowed. “I’m Drew.” He didn’t stick his hand out.
“I heard. Your friend made sure I couldn’t miss it.”
“Uh-huh.” Drew’s lips thinned.
“And you are?”
“Det—Officer de Oliveira.” Josh tapped his badge. Guess he was pretty forgettable.
“I meant your first name. What’s the J stand for?” Drew’s hand started toward Josh’s badge.
Josh flinched. He couldn’t have Drew’s hands on him or he’d do something they’d both find embarrassing. “I don’t think—”
“Right, got it.” Drew batted his eyelashes. “Mustn’t catch gay cooties.” He spun on his heel and—swear to God—gave his hips an exaggerated swish as he marched toward the squad cars.
Josh felt a reluctant smile tug at his lips. The little ginger had a temper. Made him want to call him back, but on second thought, if Drew assumed he was a jerk, maybe he’d keep his distance.
So why did he feel a twinge at the idea of Drew disliking him? You’d think with his life the way it was, he’d be used to it.
What was it about this guy?
Her initials say it all. . .
Meghan Maslow is truly a rare breed. No, not a unicorn (although that would be sooo cool). She’s a. . . gasp!. . . extroverted writer. It may seem counterintuitive that as someone who is energized by people, she spends most of her time alone. Yet, that’s the case. And she doesn’t mind.
If she gets writers block or starts to go a little stir crazy, she heads to a coffee shop, a restaurant, a friend’s place—anywhere to fill up her need for human contact. It also helps that she spends a lot of time with the voices in her head. Some of them are really quite opinionated.
She loves writing gay romance because she’s a sap for a happy ending, and she believes everyone—regardless of orientation—should be able to find books that have them.
She believes life is for living, kindness is contagious, and a good book makes the world a better place. She loves travel, reading, world music, Moscow Mules, awkward dancing, dreadlocks, her family, and um. . . writing.