Book Giveaway: Catch Me If You Can by LB Gregg

Posted February 17, 2010 by Tracy in Reviews | 31 Comments

I’m so excited that LB Gregg’s Catch Me If You Can is coming out on March 2nd (with Samhain Publishing)!!!  I’m doin’ the happy dance! I’m looking forward to its release so anxiously that I’ve decided to share my excitement and have a giveaway! 
I’m giving away 1 copy of Catch Me If You Can to be delivered electronically to the winner on March 2nd!
Leave a comment here no later than February 21st at 11:59pm (pacific) and you will be in the drawing! 

Here’s a little bit about the book…and read farther on to get a totally steamy excerpt.

Romano and Albright, Book 1
Lowly art gallery assistant Caesar Romano is freely out of the closet. Now he’d just like to get out of his Nana’s guest room. Everything—his reputation and his financial freedom—is riding on the success of tonight’s gallery opening. If only he could shake free of the past so easily.
A mysterious gatecrasher, Dan Green, looks like a promising addition to his pending new life—until Caesar’s ex shows up and suddenly the opening disintegrates into a half-naked dance melee. When the glitter settles, a missing sculpture of Justin Timberlake has Caesar up to his eyebrows in extortion, intrigue and a wild sexual adventure underneath, inside, and on top of a variety of furnishings.
As the cast of suspects piles up, so do the questions. Like who’s really blackmailing whom? And what does a stolen paint-by-numbers clown matter when Dan is so outrageously capable of blowing Caesar’s resistance to smithereens? 

Excerpt:

“Hey. Take a look at this.”

Dan was in the second bedroom, a guestroom as beautiful as the rest of the place. A four-poster king-sized bed took up most of the room.
“What?” I grouched.
The front door rattled and, horrified, I grabbed Dan by the jacket. “I knew this would happen.”
I dragged him toward the closet, but it was overflowing with neatly hung clothing and stacks of shoeboxes. I gaped in shock. “Ferragamo?”
Dan nodded toward the armoire. I shook my head.
We both stared at the bed.
There was a lot of clearance, given the thing had stairs. I lifted the bed skirt. “Slide under.”
The front door opened to the sound of Shep’s charming, lackadaisical voice as we scurried under the bed like the fearful intruders we were. I flipped the bed skirt down. There was barely three inches of space to see. Dan lay flat to better watch the hall, although what we would do if we were discovered wasn’t clear to me. I just closed my eyes and concentrated on not hyperventilating.
“Calm down, Romano.”
I peeked and Dan wasn’t paying attention to the crack of daylight. He watched me. I swear he was laughing. I nodded stiffly. I’d have to accept that I was a source of entertainment for the demented detective.
Shep’s voice got weaker momentarily—perhaps he’d gone into the bathroom or the kitchen, and another voice, this one female, filled the apartment.
“That’s Estelle. His agent,” I whispered.
She was loud. “I don’t care. You need to do as you’re told or this thing is going to fall through and this is a huge opportunity. You signed a contract, Mac.”
“I know. I don’t think anyone knows.”
“Everyone knows. You could have warned me last night. I had to listen to him rant for half an hour. That bastard will sue us both. Don’t fuck this up.”
They were in the living room. The sound of feet on the wood flooring came nearer. Unless Estelle wore fancy man shoes, that had to be Shep. He went into the room next to us. A door opened. He was changing maybe.
“I’ll deal with it. Caesar isn’t going to tell anyone. He hasn’t yet. And his family doesn’t care. No one else knows. I was circumspect. It was just a stupid thing I did in college. It was years ago. It didn’t mean anything.”
I nearly popped out from under the bed. Dan grabbed hold of my wrist. “Be still.”
Shep went on, “He was pretty insistent. I slept with him a few times, that’s it.”
I opened my mouth, and Dan’s hand slapped down to shut it. “Shh.” I nodded and his hand slowly slid away, his fingertips trailing my chin. Was he petting me?
The click of Estelle’s heels faded, as did Shep’s plodding, well-clad feet.
She snapped, “Who knew back then, Mac?”
“No one. No one except my cousin, Poppy. That’s it. And Ce’s family. That’s all.”
“No one since then, right? I need you to think about your answer because I’d rather be prepared to handle some kind of PR situation than get blindsided. A good offense is the best defense. I want full disclosure. You understand?”
“I…” Shep’s voice wavered, and my breath froze as hope reared itself. Would he do it? Could he? And then that spineless dick lied again. “No one. I’m not…I’m not gay, Estelle.”
Dan snorted quietly next to me. “She’s an idiot if she buys that.”
“As long as we’re clear,” Estelle said and then a door shut. Locks spun.
I lay under the bed, in the sweating darkness, royally pissed. Dan faced me, but his eyes were rolled up—he was listening while I was fuming and embarrassed.
“I think they’re both gone.”
I tried to scurry out from under the bed skirt. Dan grabbed my belt. “Wait. He may still be here.”
I nodded and eased back onto the floor. Dan’s eyes darkened, if that was possible. His frown line had reappeared. His voice turned serious. “How long were you two together?”
“Three years.”
“Man. You sure know how to pick ’em. What a dickhead.”
“It was just a stupid thing I did in college.” My joke was undermined by the depth of Shep’s betrayal. You’d think I’d have grown immune by now. At this point every one of my secrets had been laid bare to the good detective. There was nothing left to hide—which was actually kind of liberating.
We lay still, listening to the hall clock. I wanted to go home and forget this entire day. No. That was a lie. What I really wanted to do was take a hatchet to Shep’s apartment and bust that mother up. Maybe Dan would turn a blind eye?
It was close under the bed. Naturally, there wasn’t a speck of dust, only gleaming floor. It smelled of lemon and Dan’s leather jacket. I hadn’t noticed before, but his cologne was spicy—like cardamom. Sultry and tangy. His beard was filling in, a true five o’clock shadow that framed full and soft lips—the top one less plump than the bottom. A tiny scar marred the right side.
Dan stared intently back at me. He seemed as curiously interested in my mouth as I was his. Before I could catch myself, I licked my lips. His mouth lifted into a slow, hot, sexy smile. I bit my lip, waiting to see where we were going. Tension crackled between us.
He moved closer, taking up most of the space. It grew even warmer under the bed. “You know what I think? I think you’re a smart guy and you dumped him for being a pussy. He’s still pissed.”
“Probably you’re right.”
Dan’s mouth was very nice. Masculine and broad. Why hadn’t I noticed that before? I had no idea what Dan’s story was, if he was into guys or bi or yet another straight guy willing to fool around, but suddenly, I didn’t care. I was pissed. Why that turned me on, I couldn’t fathom. Dan didn’t seem to be in any hurry to move away from me. Quite the contrary. He challenged me with his nearness.
I moved and his gaze went from my mouth to my eyes. Heat curled in my groin. Dan’s eyes filled with interest, and something else. Amusement.
“Don’t say a word,” I grumbled.
“Who me?” The grinning bastard. “I won’t say a thing.”
I inched forward, scooting close enough to seal myself against him from groin to chest, letting our bodies align. Waiting to see what he’d do. His breath caressed my skin, and the moment drew out long. The clock ticked in the hall. His smug smile deepened, charming me despite how infuriatingly cocky he was. Strong thighs pressed into mine, and he waggled his brows like a fool. But he was hardening against my crotch and…that was a surprise. He found me more than amusing—he was attracted to me. Aroused by me. Or he was into the getting-caught vibe. Maybe a bit of both.
His dick nestled into mine, and his neck flushed a deep, telling red. With the space between us gone, in the sweltering darkness, I found a reason to lay my mouth on his, gently, finding those lips deliciously moist and minty. I licked them. His taste was sweet, maybe a hint of nicotine and coffee, but mostly he tasted of that gum he liked to share.
Dan laughed against my mouth. “You going to do something interesting, Romano? Or just nibble on me?” He thought he was so funny.
“If you’d shut up for half a second, I’ll show you.” I gripped him by the belt with one hand, and kissed him, my mouth sliding over his, my fingertips digging right into his pants. I tickled the head of his cock. Why not? I knew what I liked. I figured he liked it too, because he groaned in surprise. His lips parted, and his hips snuggled back. The big lug. I tongued him wantonly, feeling him give, his mouth opening wide to welcome me. A tingle ripped down my spine at this unexpected pleasure. He was delicious. Sliding my hips against his, all thought of Shep and Justin Timberlake and missing clowns disappeared as I did my very best to wipe that fucking grin off Detective Dan Green’s face.
I suckled his tongue, rocking my whole body, working to make him harder. He had a nice, fat dick, long and broad, his bush wiry and wild. Sticky come pearled up. Yeah. He was right where I wanted him. I curved my fingers to stroke him in a firm grip that let him know I’d jerk him off and he’d never forget it, and he groaned again. Deeper this time.
And then that bastard flipped me over on my back with a fast move, trapping my hand in his pants and forcing the air from my lungs. “I see where you think this is going, Romano. You’re used to leading guys around by their dicks, right? Like that pussy, McNamara. Guess again.”
Holy shit. A blazing mix of shock and lust fried me as he rammed me into the floor, his mouth stealing the very air from my lungs.
  

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31 responses to “Book Giveaway: Catch Me If You Can by LB Gregg”

  2. Chris

    LOL! Jase is speedy – I just told him about this and he beat me here! 🙂

    No need to enter me in the contest, as I already won this one! It's a great read. I'll mention it in the linkity post tomorrow.

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  3. Tracy

    Jase – anyone who has their blogger name as slave to passion definitely goes in the drawing. 😉

    Chris – you already won it? You're so ahead of the game you scare me sometimes. 🙂
    Thanks for mentioning it in the linkity!

    Reply
  16. ErotRomReader (Janna)

    I can't believe I've never been at your place! You know a lot of the people I do 😉 and yet I had to find out from Chris's linkity post. LOL! I'm glad I did find you now and I'm gonna add you to my blogroll so if you don't mind I'll be over a lot more 🙂
    And I'm jonesing for the new L.B. Gregg book for a while, so please count me in…
    🙂
    Janna

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  17. joder

    I absolutely love LBs writing! Whenever I want to read a great m/m book, I always turn to LB. So I'm crossing my fingers that I win.

    joderjo402 AT gmail DOT com

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  20. Tracy

    YAY! I love that so many people want this book! It's gonna be a good one!

    Janna – welcome! Glad you found me. That Chris…she's gotten me to find many blogger I wouldn't have known about otherwise. Those linkity's are wicked. 🙂 And thanks for the award!

    Ms M – I'm on my way over!

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  26. Kris

    oo, oo please enter me. This looks really good. I do not have that many MM reads in my library, i need to expand that. Thanks for the giveaway 🙂

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  28. Juniper

    Think I've scraped in to this draw by the skin of my teeth – if it weren't for the last minute, I wouldn't get anything done.
    Many Thanks

    Reply

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