Timing, the
brand new book from No.1 Bestselling author, Ashley John, is out now! You can
head over to Amazon to pick up your copy (insert Amazon link here). After his
Gay Romance chart topping books, BOSS, Shelter and Cabin Nights, Ashley John is
back with another full-length gay romance novel!
Timing is a
sweet and romantic tale of two men meeting at different crossroads in their
life. To find out more about Tom and Cole, read below!
Timing
Released: April 26th 2016
Length: 97,000
Tom doesn’t have
time for a relationship – not now that his fingers are practically touching the
promotion he’s spent years chasing. His weekdays are consumed by desperately
fighting for his editor’s attention and his weekends are wasted alone with
meals for one and his cat for company.
All Cole has
ever wanted is to work on the farm he was raised on, but money is tighter than
ever and he is forced to get a job in a bar to keep a roof over him and his
auntie’s heads. Time is running out for the farm but he spends his days dreaming
about a future he thinks he’ll never have.
After an
unexpected collision at the village train station, their lives suddenly become
connected when Cole clumsily spills his coffee on Tom and it sets into motion
something greater. Tom is wary of listening to his heart and Cole is distracted
by the threat of losing everything. Each possesses something the other
desperately needs, but can they ignore bad timing to listen to their hearts?
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Timing Blurb
When
it comes to love, is timing everything?
Tom doesn’t have time for a relationship
– not now that his fingers are practically touching the promotion he’s spent
years chasing. His weekdays are consumed by desperately fighting for his editor’s
attention and his weekends are wasted alone with meals for one and his cat for
company.
All Cole has ever wanted is to work on
the farm he was raised on, but money is tighter than ever and he is forced to
get a job in a bar to keep a roof over him and his auntie’s head. Time is
running out for the farm but he spends his days dreaming about a future he thinks
he’ll never have.
After an unexpected collision at the
village train station, their lives suddenly become connected when Cole’s clumsily
spilt coffee on Tom’s shirt turns into something greater. Tom is wary of
listening to his heart and Cole is distracted by the threat of losing
everything. Each possesses something the other desperately needs, but can they
ignore bad timing to listen to their hearts?
Timing Snippet. Taken From
Chapter 5.
“How’s white wine?” Cole held up the
bottle. “I don’t know if it’s any good.”
“Ugh, I love you right now,” Tom sighed,
“because that’s just what I need.”
Cole joined Tom on the floor in front of
the fire, sitting closer than he had intended to. Their shoulders touched but
Tom didn’t react by edging away, so neither did Cole. He cracked the seal on
the wine and filled the tall glasses to the rim, not sure what amount was the
right amount. The bar didn’t seem to attract the type of people who ordered
wine.
“These are champagne flutes. Points for
effort, though.”
Listening to the crackling of the fire,
they sipped the wine and Cole started to feel more and more nervous. The
silence between them wasn’t awkward but he felt like he wanted to say
something, if only to talk to Tom, to find out more about him.
“S-s-s-s-so,” he stopped dead.
Tom turned to look at him but he didn’t
look shocked or horrified, he just smiled. It was a normal smile without the
usual subtext of pity. That eased Cole.
“Sorry, let me try that again.” Cole
exhaled, his cheeks burning but not from the heat of the fire. “So, how old are
you?”
“Twenty-six, which, according to Ricky,
means I have four years until my gay death.”
“Ricky talks a lot of shit.”
“Yep,” Tom laughed, “I’ll drink to that.
What about you then? Charming boyfriend in the city? Girlfriend? Both?”
Tom suddenly stopped talking and sipped his
wine quietly. He dragged his knees up to his chest and stared dead again at the
fire.
“Nope. Single. Waiting for the right guy.”
Tom nodded and said, “Awesome.”
“What about you?”
“Me?” Tom practically choked on his wine.
“I’m too busy for all of that.”
“By ‘all
of that’ do you mean love and relationships or sex?”
“All of the above? I work my arse off at
work to try and get ahead and it doesn’t pay off. Do you want to know what my
big Friday night plans were? I was going to go home and watch The X Files with my cat, drink a glass
of cheap white wine and fall asleep with a pizza on my knee. How depressing is
that?”
“That,” Cole said with a nod, “sounds like
my kind of night.”
Stretching out, Cole reached across the
sofa cushions, his arm going around the back of Tom’s shoulders. He didn’t
realise what he was doing until he was there but he knew it would look even
stranger if he quickly retreated. He left it hanging on the cushions, straining
his shoulder so that his arm didn’t touch the back of Tom’s neck or the quickly
forming thick curls as they dried.
“Are you feeling warm yet?” Cole’s fingers
instinctively wrapped around Tom’s shoulder to give it a rub and they both
turned to stare at them.
“Cole, I -,”
“I’m sorry.” Cole quickly pulled his hand
away. “I don’t know why I k-k-k- - for f-f-fuck’s sake!”
He put his wine on the floor and hid his
embarrassment by planting his hands firmly on his face. Under his touch, his
flesh burned hot and he felt like a fool.
“This damn stutter,” he mumbled through his
fingers, “it only ever comes out when I’m n-n-nervous.”
Grunting in frustration, he ripped his
hands away and planted them in his lap, staring straight down at his fingers so
that he wasn’t looking at Tom to see his own embarrassment reflected.
Instead of judging, Tom simply asked, “Why
are you nervous?”
Cole thought for a second, trying to think
of a way to word it but he knew the only way was the truth. Turning to face
Tom, whose face was soft and open in the dancing firelight, Cole wondered if he
should say the words that he felt deep in the pit of his stomach.
“Because I really like you.”
They silently stared at each other as Cole
waited for Tom to react. One part of him expected Tom to laugh and the other
part of him expected him to get up and leave. The storm was still battering the
side of the farmhouse, which meant that the second option was less likely. When
Tom closed his eyes and leaned in, the first option seemed just as unlikely.
Tom’s lips brushed gently against Cole’s
and it felt as though time stopped around them. Cole couldn’t hear the wind and
the rain shaking the old windows, nor could he hear the crackling fire as it
warmed up the room; all he could hear was the beating of his shuddering heart
in his chest.
The kiss was delicate and it was over as
quickly as it had begun. Tom pulled away, his teeth nibbling as his lip and his
brows downturned at the edges.
“I like you too,” Tom’s voice was barely
above a whisper, “but I haven’t done this in a while and I don’t want to rush
into anything.”
“I wasn’t going to rush you.”
“Good,” Tom sipped his wine with a small
smile before leaning into Cole’s side.
At first his body was rigid against Cole’s
chest but he seemed to settle into a space that seemed as though it had been
perfectly made for Tom’s body. Pulling him in close, Cole smiled down at Tom as
he stared ahead at the fire. His curls had dried and one hung limply over his
eyes. Reaching out, Cole brushed it to the side so he could see Tom’s eyes. He
looked up at Cole and he smiled back nervously.
Cole had no idea what they were doing or
where it was going but he knew that it felt so different to his usual hook-ups
and he liked it.
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Author Bio
Ashley John is a young gay author of gay
romance novels. Living in the north of England with his fiancé and two cats,
Ashley John spends his days writing down the voices he hears in his head. His
books are primarily romance dramas with sprinklings of erotica and he has a
knack for making you feel like you're living right beside the characters he
creates. Ashley John is also a keen artist and he puts his artistic side to
designing all of his own covers.
Find Ashley John
at ashleyjohn.co.uk
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