Sunday, September 20, 2015

Blog Tour, Pre-release eARC Review, Excerpt & #Giveaway: First by K.C. Wells

Pages or Words: 272 pages, 104,000 words
Categories: Contemporary, Erotica, Gay Fiction, M/M Romance, Romance
Release Date: September 21, 2015
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Cover Artist: Paul Richmond  Photo: Dave Ouano

It’s taken Tommy Newsome a while to get his head around being gay.Growing up in a small town in Georgia, hasn’t prepared him for the more liberal life of a student at the university in Athens. Add to that the teachings of his parents and his church, and you have one shy young man who feels out of his depth. Working on his daddy’s farm hasn’t given him any chance of a social life, certainly not one like the clubs of Atlanta have on offer. Not that Tommy feels comfortable when he gets to sample it—Momma’s lectures still ring loudly inside his head.All that changes when he goes to his first gay bar and sets eyes on Mike Scott.When Mike’s not behind the bar at Woofs, he’s busy with his life as adult entertainer Scott Masters. Twenty years in the industry and the times, they are a-changing. Mike’s not had much luck in the relationship department, but as his mom is fond of telling him, you keep fishing in the same pond, you’re gonna reel in the same kind of fish. Maybe it’s time for a change.And then a beautiful young man asks Mike to be his first….

Review by: multitaskingmomma
My Rating: 5 of 5 Stars

There's always a first time for everything and everyone, right? It does not matter if you're young or old. If its a first, it is a first. For Mike and Tommy, their getting involved with each other meant a whole lot of firsts.

Tommy comes from a family that conditionally loves in accordance to their community beliefs and practices. (Yeah, this is the politically correct way of describing bigoted ignoramuses). When Tommy could no longer stand to lie to himself, he opens up and... well, let's just say the smoke and mirrors crashed into tiny bits of glass around Tommy. His best friend and roommate in college opens his arms and doors to let him in and gave him a family. This family made Tommy see who he really was and feel accepted. 

Mike Scott, a.k.a. Scott Masters, is a bartender by night and a porn star by day. He went into the business with eyes wide open and heart closed. He went into the business as a business decision, his body the product. With a closed heart, he looks at the world with skepticism, his wishes for someone to love shoved deep in the closet. 

Tommy and Mike's world collide. Mike finds himself in a different set all together and for the first time, is insecure of his abilities and talent. Tommy just wants Mike for there is something in the older guy that grasped at his heartstrings. This is the point when the story of firsts unfold. When the secrets are let out, both men begin to understand that life is harsh and wishes are the hopes for happiness.



I mean, really, look at that man on that gorgeous cover. Okay, I won't wax poetic but he is a silver fox of reputable figure and just, sigh... 

Before I forget, (Dirk) on the cover is Mike in the pages and it just sets the mood right making the story flow like never before from a Wells book. The way Ms K.C. wrote this, it is impossible not be visual about the whole read. The feelings Mike has for Tommy are quite precious. The silver fox is a bear who is much older than Tommy who does not even reveal his real age to his man until Mike sees no future without him. I loved the way Mike floundered while Tommy set the tune. Then again, Tommy has an ace: his unconditional love for someone who thinks he is not good enough.

Sets my heart to flutter. Then again, May-December reads like these and in life send my heart to flutter.

First is a book of firsts but it is also a fairy-tale romance between an older guy and a much younger one. It is a story where the young dictates to the older who and what goes in their relationship. Not in a bad way, but in a uber-delicious way that just makes readers smile and smile and smile.


“I see your stalker’s here again.”
“Huh?” Mike frowned. “What are you talking about now, Kev?” He concentrated on the drink order for Dave and his friends over in the corner.
Kevin grinned and flicked his head toward the rear of the bar. “You know exactly who I’m talking ’bout. Mr. Cutie Pie over there with the muscles. Y’know, the one who’s been sitting on that barstool every Saturday night for the last five weeks?” He arched his eyebrows. “Don’t give me that ‘butter wouldn’t melt’ act. I seen you looking.” His grin widened. “G’on, tell me I’m wrong.”
Mike wasn’t about to give him the satisfaction. “You’re wrong,” he stated emphatically.
Kevin stared. “Hell, you’re a poor liar.” Then his eyes gleamed. “In that case, you can take him his burger, tater tots, and Cherry Coke. Maybe you could even get him to say a few words beyond ‘Hey.’ ’Cause I swear that’s all I’ve ever heard out of that pretty little mouth of his.”
Mike snickered. “I think if I spoke to him, he’d piss his pants.”
Kevin guffawed and went off to the back of the bar. Inside Mike was cursing himself. He’d been careful not to glance too openly at the guy. Those queens he worked with were too damn good at spotting when one of them was taking an interest in a customer. And fuck it, he was interested in the painfully shy but so sexy young man who hadn’t said a word.
“And then there’s the fact that every time he comes in here,” Kevin continued, appearing beside him as if there hadn’t been a break in conversation, “I watch him look 'round the bar ’til he sees you.” That grin was still in place.
“Are you still going on about him?” Mike demanded. “Sure you’re not the one here who’s fixating?”
Kevin held up his hands. “I just call it like I see it. I think he’s only here to ogle you.”
“Well, he’s gonna be disappointed if he turns up in a couple week’s time, isn’t he, ’cause I won’t be here.”
Kevin’s brow furrowed. “Since when do you not work on weekends?”
“Since I’ll be in LA, that’s when.” Mike returned his grin. “Remember?”
“Oh, yeah, you’ve got a shoot. I’d clean forgotten.” He faked a sad face. “Aw, how you gonna cope without seeing that gorgeous bod?” He leered. “Then again, don’t worry your head about it. I’m sure me or Patrick can take care of him.” He waggled his eyebrows.
Mike groaned. “For fuck’s sake, just leave the kid alone, okay? He’s not hurting anyone.” Mike had seen enough to know the guy wasn’t going to be a problem. He preferred this quiet observation to the occasional gropings of fans when he made appearances at Hustlaball or Southern Decadence. The kid appeared to have good manners.
“Here’s his order.” Kevin handed him the tray containing the Angus burger, tater tots, and Cherry Coke. “I’m sure he’ll be delighted to get it from you.” That shit-eating grin just wouldn’t quit.
Mike shook his head and took the tray. He walked over to where the young guy sat, his eyes widening as Mike approached. “Here you go,” Mike said cheerfully, setting the food down in front of him.
The young guy blushed furiously. “Th-thanks.” He lowered his gaze and commenced picking at his tots.
Mike retreated to a safe distance and watched him while he ate. He liked the look of those wide shoulders, the reddish-brown hair, not too short, the barest hint of scruff on his jawline and those striking green eyes. His skin was creamy where it showed, which spoke of a lot of time spent covered up. With his coloring, that was understandable. But that body was speaking even louder to Mike’s dick, which was definitely interested, judging by the way it filled as he feasted on the delectable view before him.
His attention was forcibly drawn away when someone pinched his ass, good and hard.
“You are so busted.”
Fucking Kevin.

Meet K.C. Wells

Born and raised in the north-west of England, K.C. WELLS always loved writing. Words were important. Full stop. However, when childhood gave way to adulthood, the writing ceased, as life got in the way. K.C. discovered erotic fiction in 2009, when the purchase of a ménage storyline led to the startling discovery that reading about men in love was damn hot. In 2012, arriving at a really low point in life led to the desperate need to do something creative. An even bigger discovery waited in the wings—writing about men in love was even hotter….  K.C. now writes full-time and is loving every minute of her new career. The laptop still has no idea of what hit it… it only knows that it wants a rest, please. And it now has to get used to the idea that where K.C goes, it goes.   And as for those men in love that she writes about? The list of stories just waiting to be written is getting longer… and longer….  

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Tour Dates & Stops: September 20, 2015

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  1. I've never read a KC Well's book before, not that i can remember but i wanna read this one sooo bad

    1. I can't really choose from any of her books or men. Just go through the standalones first then take it from there. They are all good!