Can a man’s secret yearnings be revealed in a tank full of fish?
Love You So Special
(Love You So Series, bk 3)
by Tara Lain
Blurb:
Artie Haynes knows he’s nothing special, with just-your-regular-brown hair, a solid plumber’s job, not much education, and a family that can barely get off the couch. But Artie has quirks—like his love of tropical fish, a landlord who’s a professor of existentialism, a passion for the amazing piano music he hears at a concert hall while he’s fixing the bathrooms—and the fact that he’s never come out as gay and probably never will. But when he’s hired to build a guesthouse for the pianist whose music enchanted him, Artie is swept up into an unimaginable world.
Francois Desmarais may be famous, rich, and revered as one of the world’s great classical composers and pianists, but he’s soothed and challenged by the inquisitive, stalwart, protective man in his back yard. When Francois’s terrible fear of crowds turns into a dangerous plot, Artie can stay in the closet or prove just how special he is.
My review:
m/m
I loved this story from the beautiful man on the cover to the very last page. There are different kinds of smarts. Francois Desmarais piano prodigy was home schooled and introduced to the best life has to offer. Plummer Artie Haynes was brought up in a blue collar home and public schools. But Artie and Francois can each teach the other. I fell for these two young men and totally enjoyed their story. This story is filled with a terrific cast of characters and will leave you with a smile and a warm heart.
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Excerpt
Excerpt
1 – Love You So Special by Tara Lain
Artie
peered in the open front door of the Desmarais’s house. No way he’d pass that
opportunity up. He stepped inside and followed the sound of voices. Man, what a house. All fancy and
traditional and shit, with paintings on the walls of scary-looking people.
Funny. He wouldn’t exactly expect that messy, casual, snarky guy to live in a
house like this.
He
walked quietly down the hall the woman had run down. Voices came from ahead of
him.
“The
man said you were hurt, Senor Desmarais.”
“I’m
okay. I’m fine. Just go back to—whatever. Honest, I’m fine.”
“But he
said—”
“Where
is this man?” He sounded pissed and upset.
Artie
stepped into the doorway. He might get a vase in the face, but—he just needed
to be sure Francois was okay. “I’m here. Sorry. I was just worried that you
were hurt.”
“Why?
Because you scared the bloody hell out of me and made me fall on my butt?”
Artie
fought a smile. Francois must be feeling better if he could be a wiseass.
“Yeah. Sorry about that.”
The
woman looked back and forth between them like she was watching tennis.
Francois
crossed his arms. “It’s okay, Maria. I want to talk to Artie here for a minute.
Thanks so much for looking out for me.”
“But—”
She looked seriously uncertain.
He
waved a hand. “It’s okay. Honest.”
“Your
mama—”
He
turned a full frown on her. “What does my mother have to do with this?”
“Nothing.”
She shook her head. “Can I get you anything?”
“No
thanks. I’ll get it.” He walked to the door of the room, herding her toward it.
When they got there, he smiled, thanked her again, and closed the door; then he
turned to Artie with a crease between his eyebrows—barely visible under his
pale, shaggy bangs. “So why are you messing in my life? What business is it of
yours?”
Good question. Artie
gave Francois a look. The gorgeous face was still blotchy from crying, and he
vibrated with stress. “Look, crying’s one thing. Everybody needs a good cry
sometimes.” Francois looked shocked at that statement, but Artie pushed on.
“But when I hear your music going all to shit, I figure something’s really
wrong, and I don’t see anybody doing fuck about it, so—” He shrugged and took a
breath. “—I did. Sorry I scared you, but I couldn’t think of what else to do.”
He let his eyes meet Francois’s.
Francois
stared at him like maybe he’d lost his mind—or maybe he’d found it. Somewhere
in between. “What do you mean, my music went to shit?”
Artie
gave him a duh look. “You were all
over the place. All angry and making no sense. It sounded like you were pissed
at the piano. I mean, when you write, you stop and start, but it has a flow.
You know? This didn’t. It was just like a bunch of notes, like—” Artie stopped
because Francois’s lips were parted and he looked like he might pass out. Well, hell. “Look, I don’t mean anything
by it. I never heard better music than you play, but what the fuck do I know?
I’m just a plumber. So don’t pay any attention to—”
“How do
you even know that?”
“What?”
“What
my music sounds like. How I was all over the place?”
Artie
pointed toward the window. “I listen.” He held up his hands. “Don’t get me
wrong, I don’t eavesdrop. But I work right out there. How could I not hear?”
“You
listen.” He said the word like he was sleepwalking, and his eyes got all shiny.
“People pay huge prices for tickets to my concerts and don’t listen!” Shit, is he going to cry again?
Artie
didn’t say anything. Hell, he didn’t know what else to say. But crying men
weren’t really an everyday thing for him. He’d never seen his father cry. His
brother, a little, but never any guy he worked with, even when they got hurt
bad.
I cry. Alone, under a pillow. Sometimes to the fish.
I know what that feels like. He’d stick
his fingers in the water and let them nibble just to have something touch him
that wasn’t cold or hurting. Tentatively, he reached out and put a hand on
Francois’s arm. “It’s okay.”
The
crease flashed between his brows as he stared at Artie’s hand. “What’s okay?”
“Whatever.”
Artie smiled. “All of it. Sometimes being a particular way is just a pile of
shit.” Jesus, he didn’t even know why he’d said that.
Francois
gasped—and suddenly Artie had an armload of guy. Francois threw his arms around
Artie’s neck and just squeezed.
Love You So Series
Bk 1
LOVE YOU SO HARD
Bk 2
LOVE YOU SO MADLY
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About the Author
Tara Lain writes the Beautiful Boys of Romance in LGBT romance novels that star her unique, charismatic heroes. Her best-selling novels have garnered awards for Best Series, Best Contemporary Romance, Best Erotic Romance, Best Ménage, Best LGBT Romance, Best Gay Characters, and more. Readers often call her books “sweet,” even with all that hawt sex, because Tara believes in love and her books deliver on happily-ever-after. In addition to writing dozens and dozens of romance novels, Tara also owns an advertising and public relations firm. Her love of creating book titles comes from years of manifesting ad headlines for everything from analytical instruments to semiconductors. She does workshops on both author promotion and writing craft. Together with her soulmate husband and her soulmate Dog, she recently realized a vision to live where there were a lot more trees and a lot fewer cars by moving to Ashland, Oregon. She hasn’t stopped smiling since.
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Thank you sooooo much for reading Love You So Special! I'm so happy you liked it. : )
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