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Synopsis:

Garrett Steiner loves his grandmother.

Really.

But when she rents a billboard in the middle of Times Square, hoping to find him a husband, he isn’t so sure anymore. Bad enough everyone at the “Crossroads of the World” thinks he’s a joke—now his face is plastered all over the news. He’s already in enough trouble with the principal of his school, who isn’t thrilled to have a gay teacher. It might be two dateless years since his divorce, but no way is he going to answer any of the thousand emails he’s received.

Except….maybe one. The long-haired man with the soulful eyes.

After the devastating loss of his husband, rock star Remi Angel has hit rock bottom. His career is in shambles and he’s spiraling. Fast.
With the media ready for the next juicy scandal, he leaves the limelight behind to return to his roots and spend time with his beloved grandfather. Seeing Garrett’s billboard ad, Remi sends him an email, figuring nothing will come of it, but hey. At least he’s trying.

Except Garrett does answer, and when they meet, both feel that special spark. It’s terrifying yet wondrous, a combination of desire and hope mixed with fear.

The fear of loving again.
Of coming alive again.
This wasn’t supposed to happen.

But anything can happen in a New York minute…even love.

In a New York Minute is a slow burn, rock star, M/M romance filled with longing, doubt and swoony moments. There are love songs, a secret identity, a wise, bagel-loving grandpa, and an unrepentant bubbe who knows what’s best for her grandson.
It answers the question: once in a lifetime can’t happen twice…or can it?

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EXCERPTS:

Excerpt #1
“Brownie? Apple pie with ice cream? Or cheesecake?” He fluttered his lashes, and Garrett rolled his eyes.

“You don’t give up, do you?”

“Not when I want something.” He winked and handed the menu to Brayson. “We’ll do the strawberry cheesecake and apple pie with vanilla ice cream.”

“Sure thing. Be right back with everything.”

The tea and cappuccino came, followed a minute later by the cheesecake and pie. Jeremiah fed him, their eyes never breaking contact, and those same flutters in his stomach returned.

They tussled over the bill, with Garrett ultimately losing but insisting on paying the tip. Outside, Jeremiah called for a car.

“Seems stupid for both of us to go to Brooklyn in separate cars. We should share.”

Nerves rippled through him. Was he being foolish allowing himself to share a car with Jeremiah? While part of him relished the additional alone time, another froze at the magnitude of the step. Would Jeremiah pressure him and take him somewhere else? Would he want to come upstairs under the pretense of using the bathroom and… Oh, for God’s sake. He’d been watching too many crime shows. Of course it was a good idea. They’d been on a few dates, and Jeremiah had never pressed him for more than he was willing to give. They’d spoken only an hour earlier about how they were going to get to know one another on a deeper level, and more alone time would only help that.

“Sure. Makes sense.”

As they bounced along the FDR Drive, Jeremiah put an arm around him, and Garrett settled into his chest. “I had a very nice time tonight.” He should ask Jeremiah out this time.

“Me too,” Jeremiah murmured into his ear. “Can I see you Friday night? Are you busy?”

“I was about to ask you the same. No, I’m not busy, and I’d like that.”

“Great. We can do dinner and decide what else afterward.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

Jeremiah’s hand tipped his chin so they faced each other. “My plan is to kiss you again, if that’s all right with you.”

“Another good idea.”

Their lips met, and Garrett eagerly welcomed the increasingly familiar taste of Jeremiah. His kisses captivated, the perfect mix of fire and sweet, and he didn’t know whether to be annoyed by the restraint of the seat belts or grateful for them, as he probably would’ve made a liar of himself about taking it slow and climbed the man.

Excerpt #2
“Feel like taking a walk on the Promenade? Or we can go to Brooklyn Bridge Park.”

Jeremiah’s eyes lit up. “Which will take longer?”

Laughing, Garrett called for an Uber. “We can do both.”

An hour later, hand in hand, they left the Promenade and strolled through the cobblestoned streets of DUMBO, passing by tiny restaurants packed with people. Couples around them spoke every language, which made sense. Ever since the park had opened, floods of tourists made Brooklyn a stop on their tour of New York City. He wanted a quieter spot and tugged Jeremiah’s hand.

“This way. Let’s go to the water.”

“Skinny-dipping?” His eyes lit up, and Garrett elbowed him.

“No, ew, in the East River? Nasty.”

“Why? It’s so much cleaner now. I hear there are clams and dolphin sightings.”

They approached the park and took the path winding to the river.

“I am not taking my clothes off and swimming naked with you,” Garrett pronounced.

“Spoilsport.” Jeremiah sulked, and muffled snickering from behind them reached their ears.

“Luckily, it was dark, so his flaming cheeks were hidden. Jeremiah put an arm over his shoulders, and at the press of his warm, hard body, all negative thoughts faded away. He led Jeremiah farther toward the river, where the water lapped at the tumble of rocks. He stopped in the cover of the bushes.

“I was just kidding,” Jeremiah said. “I hope you know that.”

Garrett leaned into him and nodded. “Yeah. And just because I don’t want to go skinny-dipping doesn’t mean I don’t want to kiss you.”

A wicked, tantalizing smile curved Jeremiah’s lips. “So you brought me here to take advantage of me?”

“You tell me. Is it working?” Garrett slipped his arms around Jeremiah’s waist. He’d never been this free and daring.

“I don’t know. You haven’t kissed me yet.”

Garrett leaned in and touched his lips to Jeremiah’s, catching the heat of his mouth. “How about now?”

Author Bio:

Felice Stevens has always been a romantic at heart. She believes that while life is tough, there is always a happy ending around the corner. Her characters have to work for it, because just like life in NYC, nothing comes easy and that includes love.

Felice is the 2020 Lambda Literary Award winning author in best Gay Romance. She lives in New York City and has way too much black in her wardrobe. If she’s not writing, you’ll probably find her watching reality TV or procrastinating on FB in her reader group, Felice’s Breakfast Club.

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