G I V E A W A Y E N D E D
@XpressoTours Blog Tours – June 19th to June 23rd
Blitz-wide giveaway (INT), 18+ – Open until July 2nd
Essie Smith-Scott, the author known as SS, has been the number one erotic romance writer in the world for the past ten years. Movie deals, merchandise, dozens of books on the New York Times bestseller’s list, and the founder of the biggest romance convention to ever hit the planet.
Scoring an invitation to the Sin With Us Romance Convention in Las Vegas is the ‘big break’ every romance author hopes for and Cynthia Lear’s name just made it to the top of the wait list. She’s in. And she’s gonna make the most of it. This is her chance to shine and propel her career into the stratosphere.
But then she meets Essie’s twin brother, Steve. Not only is Steve Smith handsome, and charming, and loves her work—he’s also… lying. To the whole world. Literally everyone.
Because his twin sister, Essie, isn’t the one who’s been writing all those super-spicy Master Choke books all these years—it’s Steve.
Written by New York Times bestselling author JA Huss and actor, author, narrator, Johnathan McClain—The Ro-Bro is a rompy feel-good adventure through the secret life of romance authors and the conventions they attend. Prepare to laugh so hard you pee your pants. This is a story that will make you smile every time you think about it.
(P.S. – If you’ve never been to the biggest romance convention in the world, well now you don’t even have to go. Because they all happen just like this.)
“Holy shit.” Britney, the assistant, looks up at me with an incredulous expression of ‘what the fuck.’ “She’s a… a…”
I volunteer a noun. “A bitch?”
“Yeah!” Britney laughs this word out with gusto.
And I’m laughing too, but then I look over at Cordy, and she’s… not. “What did she mean by that?”
That question is directed to Britney, not me. And immediately I feel cut out of the conversation.
What did she mean by that? Translation—Did Raylen Star just caution me, Cordy, about handing over my ARC to SS’s brother, Steve, because she was insinuating they, she, he might steal my words?
That is exactly what Leslie fuckin’ Munch just did.
I had a good thing going with this girl. She and I were having a moment. And even though Britney kinda busted in on us, Britney wasn’t obtrusive. I was winning her over. Which is important. As the number one romance writer in the world, I wholly and completely understand that the new love interest must befriend the BFF.
And fine. Maybe ‘new love interest’ is a premature title for me? We were still on introductions. We hadn’t made any concrete declarations of intent or anything, but we were on our way. We were getting there. Would’ve gotten there if fuckin’ Leslie hadn’t showed up.
And now, as I watch Cordy and Britney exchange a look and in the next moment watch, in real time, as Cordy’s eyes drop down to the book gripped firmly in my hands, I have to tuck down a moment of rage.
Two minutes. Two. Minutes. That’s all it took for Leslie to ruin the good thing I was building with this lovely creature who might be the only person in the room who can write a run-on sentence with such skill, and emotion, and… and… and moxie that one does not even understand that she, lovely Cordy, just wrote the world’s longest run-on sentence because they have been captivated—imprisoned, even—by her brilliant author voice.
Cordy Serendipitous’s ability to string words together for the longest of sequences is what drew me to her in the first place. I love it. I love that she breaks all the rules. It’s so… so… fuckin’ courageous—especially in a world filled with people who want nothing more than the expected to jump out at them in a totally expected way, lest they have to stretch their minds a bit to find the hidden messages hiding just below the surface—that I, for once, did not feel like a completely isolated freak among those who fit in. At least as far as writing goes.
And Leslie Munch has fucked that up with two words of caution.
📚 📙 📖 👨🏫 🎒 📙 📔 📘 🔖 📕 🤓 📕 📖 📗
The texts start with, “OMG,” migrate to, “SteveSS,” then turn into something like, “bitchwhereare?” and finally graduate to, “IM AT YR DOOR POUNDING WHEREU?”
I tab on her last missed call notification to ring her back and she picks up immediately.
“Where the hell are you? Are you all right?”
“Yeah, I’m fine,” I say, taking another bite of English muffin and feeling unusually peaceful.
“I’ve been trying to get a hold of you for, like, three hours.”
“I know. I just saw. My phone was on ‘do not disturb.’ What’s wrong? You okay?”
“Where. Are. You?”
I hesitate to answer because… I don’t know why. I just do. I mean, I could probably figure it out if I did a moment or two of self-examination, but that feels like a whole big thing I don’t wanna get into with myself right now. “I’m in… Steve’s suite.”
There is a long pause. I can hear her breathing. Then, after a moment, I hear…
Pound, pound, pound. On the door to the suite.
“Open the door.”
“Are you outside—?”
“Open the door.”
I trot to the door and open it to find Britney, still in her dress from the night before, standing there with the phone still at her ear. The two of us, a coupla saucy dames from the 1920s, just waking up from a night out on the town like the hot tomatoes we are.
“What did you do?” she asks.
The words coming out of her mouth land on my ear before the echo of it comes through the phone. I tab end on the call, finish swallowing a bite of muffin, and answer, “What do you mean?”
She moves past me into the suite, looking around. “Is he here?”
She pauses again to stare at me. “How many guys were you with?”
“That’s—I don’t know why I asked that. No, he went downstairs to help his sister get ready for the panels.”
Britney kind of grunts for some reason. “What’s all this?” she asks, noting the massive spread of food.
“Breakfast. You want any—?”
“There’s something you should know.”
“Okay.” I take another bite and wait for her to tell me what it is I should, apparently, know.
“I think Steve is SS.”
“Steve. I think he writes the books. He’s SS. Not his sister. Steve is SS. Master Choke? All that? That’s Steve.”
JA Huss is a New York Times Bestselling author and has been on the USA Today Bestseller’s list 21 times. She writes characters with heart, plots with twists, and perfect endings.
Her books have sold millions of copies all over the world. Her book, Eighteen, was nominated for a Voice Arts Award and an Audie Award in 2016 and 2017 respectively. Her audiobook, Mr. Perfect, was nominated for a Voice Arts Award in 2017. Her audiobook, Taking Turns, was nominated for an Audie Award in 2018. Her book, Total Exposure, was nominated for a RITA Award in 2019.
She lives on a farm in central Colorado with her family, horses, donkeys, dogs, goats, and chickens.
FIND HER HERE
Johnathan McClain is an award-winning actor, screenwriter, producer, romance novelist, and audiobook narrator. As an actor, he has an extensive television, film, and theatre resumé spanning over twenty-five years. As a screenwriter, his feature film debut, THE OUTFIT, co-written with Academy Award winning screenwriter Graham Moore, and starring Academy Award winner Mark Rylance, Zoey Deutch, Dylan O’Brien, and Johnny Flynn, premiered at the 2022 Berlin International Film Festival and was released theatrically by Focus Features the same year.
He has narrated almost two-hundred audiobooks and is the recipient of multiple Audiofile Earphones Awards, SOVAS nominations, and an Audie for his narration of Amie Kaufman and Jay Kristoff’s #1 NY Times bestselling sci-fi novel, Illuminae, which won the Audie Award for audiobook of the year for multi-voiced narration in 2016.
Along with JA Huss, Johnathan is the co-author of ten novels, two of which have been optioned for screenplays, and the story of their writing partnership was developed as a TV series with MGM Television.
He lives in Los Angeles with his wife, Laura.
Find him at www.johnathanmcclain.com