TITLE: Painful Lessons
PUBLISHER: Dreamspinner Press
COVER ARTIST: Anna Sikorska
LENGTH: 200 Pages
RELEASE DATE: January 01, 2016
BLURB: As a freshman both in love and in college, sometimes there are painful lessons to be learned.
Excited to begin his first year of college, Brett Bridgeworth has just one problem: he sucks at math. Luckily there’s the sensual and mysterious math tutor, Jeremy Price, to help him out. It isn’t long before Jeremy is tutoring Brett in more than just pie charts, but it isn’t until they split up that Brett discovers Jeremy’s twisted, obsessive side.
Sam Hawthorne is two years ahead of Brett, and they share a strong mutual attraction. When Brett breaks it off with Jeremy and gets involved with Sam, disturbing things start happening. It soon becomes obvious that Jeremy isn’t willing to let Brett go without a fight.
“Six waffles? Seriously?” Sam was staring at me like I was a circus act. “Where are you putting them?”
“Leave me alone. I’m hungry,” I complained, pouring more syrup on the golden squares on my plate. Why is it just because someone can’t shovel food in as efficiently as you, they feel the need to pick on you?
“He has hollow legs,” my aunt said, taking her dish to the sink.
“Brett always eats like a pig,” Lisa said, perking up slightly.
I guess picking on me made tuning in to the conversation worth it to her. Although I did wonder how she was such an expert on me, considering I only saw her once a year.
My dad had his nose buried in a newspaper. Maybe it was his compromise for not having his laptop at the breakfast table.
“Huh, looks like our Bridgeworth Electronics stock has gone up again.” He spoke from behind the paper.
“That’s great.” I tried to sound like I cared, even though I didn’t really understand the whole stocks and diversify thing very well. I did, however, know that if the stock was plummeting that wouldn’t have been good. It might have interfered with my opulent lifestyle, in fact.
“Does it matter? Aren’t you already a kajillionare, Uncle Lane?” Lisa asked while licking syrup off her fork.
“Well, Lisa, our company sets goals, and it’s important that we meet them.” He didn’t appear from behind the newspaper.
“Speaking of setting goals, Sam and I are going to go see a movie and have lunch later,” I announced sardonically to no one in particular.
Sam kicked me under the table, and I guess my dad didn’t appreciate my humor because he peeked from around the newspaper with a frown. Even being on the receiving end of my father’s grim look didn’t dampen my unusually cheerful disposition, and I realized I was actually happy. It had been a long-ass time since I’d sat in this little breakfast nook and not felt depressed and hopeless about my future.
“Do you want to see a comedy or an action flick?” Sam asked, staring at his phone.
I perked up even more. “Oh, I really want to see the one with the alien robots and the guy… you know, that guy who’s in the thing about the starship?”
Sam was frowning at me like I was speaking another language. “What guy?”
I waved my hand. “You know, the dude with the dreads?”
Grinning, Sam shook his head. “Riiiiight.”
“We should probably get going if we want to have lunch before the film,” I said, standing and taking my plate to the sink.
Sam laughed. “You’re kidding, right? You just ate an entire box of waffles.”
“Pfft. That was merely to get my appetite going.”
My dad got up and left the breakfast nook silently, and I met Sam’s curious expression. I shrugged. “Don’t take that personally. He does that all the time. I think he forgets he’s with other people or something.”
Sam frowned after my dad. “So long as he’s not mad about anything.”
I laughed. “He’d have to notice us in order to be angry.” I guess it was kind of sad that I took it for granted my dad barely remembered I existed. There wasn’t much I could do about it, so I accepted it. If anything I was glad he’d been relatively social with Sam yesterday. I wasn’t expecting a miracle.
S.C. Wynne started writing m/m in 2013 and did look back once. She wanted to say that because it seems everyone’s bio says they never looked back and, well S.C. Wynne is all about the joke. She loves writing m/m and her characters are usually a little jaded, funny and ultimately redeemed through love.
S.C loves red wine, margaritas and Seven and Seven’s. Yes, apparently S.C. Wynne is incredibly thirsty. S.C. Wynne loves the rain and should really live in Seattle but instead has landed in sunny, sunny, unbelievably sunny California.
Writing is the best profession she could have chosen because S.C. is a little bit of a control freak. To sit in her pajamas all day and pound the keys of her laptop controlling the every thought and emotion of the characters she invents is a dream come true.
If you’d like to contact S.C. Wynne she is amusing herself on Facebook at all hours of the day or you can contact her at firstname.lastname@example.org
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