Author A.E. Via
Title:
The Secrets in My Scowl
M/M GAY
CONTEMPORARY / STANDALONE
Edited by: Tina
Adamski
Cover Artist – Jay
Aheer
PAGE COUNT – 312
Release Date:
October 28, 2016
Synopsis
Sparks ignite and tempers flare when a sexy,
optimistic wedding planner moves his business in across the hall from a jilted,
divorce lawyer’s practice.
“Look smart ass. This is the last time I’m going to remind you about breaking sections of the lease. If there’s a next time, I won’t stop until you and your frilly, white wedding shit is thrown out of here. Do you got it?!”
Wylde looked in Jacob’s pained eyes and answered in his deep voice. “Yeah, counselor. I got it.”
From high school, up until he became a successful attorney Jacob Snowden was convinced that love had it out for him. “Everyone left,” were the words he lived by. His mother, his high school sweetheart, his father, and his fiancé, all left Jacob just when he felt it was safe to let down his guard. Not any longer. Jacob was a determined man, set at keeping people at a distance. If his six foot one, military-made body didn’t scare people off, his permanent scowl surely did. At almost forty, Jacob’s social life was non-existent, but he told himself his work fulfilled him. He helped people get out of their loveless marriages. Jacob Snowden was one of the best divorce lawyers on the east coast and was damn proud of it. So, imagine his disdain when a wedding planner moves into the suite directly adjacent to his… an insanely masculine, male wedding planner.
Wylde Sterling had made quite a name for himself in his hometown of Roanoke, Virginia, working for a wedding planner that catered to the elite. He was known for his charm and impeccable taste. Yep, he was incredible at giving couples the wedding of their dreams. But he wanted nothing more than to plan his own. After striking out in love more times than he cared to admit, Wylde decided to start his own business in a new city, hoping Richmond would give him a fresh start. Things started out wonderfully – until he started to piss off the angry divorce attorney next door.
Wylde could see past Jacob’s mean scowl, knowing there was a reason for it. It was the man’s defense mechanism, his means of keeping people away. Everything in Wylde told him to stay away, but he believed Jacob just needed to meet a man who had been hurt as badly as he had.
“Look smart ass. This is the last time I’m going to remind you about breaking sections of the lease. If there’s a next time, I won’t stop until you and your frilly, white wedding shit is thrown out of here. Do you got it?!”
Wylde looked in Jacob’s pained eyes and answered in his deep voice. “Yeah, counselor. I got it.”
From high school, up until he became a successful attorney Jacob Snowden was convinced that love had it out for him. “Everyone left,” were the words he lived by. His mother, his high school sweetheart, his father, and his fiancé, all left Jacob just when he felt it was safe to let down his guard. Not any longer. Jacob was a determined man, set at keeping people at a distance. If his six foot one, military-made body didn’t scare people off, his permanent scowl surely did. At almost forty, Jacob’s social life was non-existent, but he told himself his work fulfilled him. He helped people get out of their loveless marriages. Jacob Snowden was one of the best divorce lawyers on the east coast and was damn proud of it. So, imagine his disdain when a wedding planner moves into the suite directly adjacent to his… an insanely masculine, male wedding planner.
Wylde Sterling had made quite a name for himself in his hometown of Roanoke, Virginia, working for a wedding planner that catered to the elite. He was known for his charm and impeccable taste. Yep, he was incredible at giving couples the wedding of their dreams. But he wanted nothing more than to plan his own. After striking out in love more times than he cared to admit, Wylde decided to start his own business in a new city, hoping Richmond would give him a fresh start. Things started out wonderfully – until he started to piss off the angry divorce attorney next door.
Wylde could see past Jacob’s mean scowl, knowing there was a reason for it. It was the man’s defense mechanism, his means of keeping people away. Everything in Wylde told him to stay away, but he believed Jacob just needed to meet a man who had been hurt as badly as he had.
This story ends in an HEA and does not end on a
cliffhanger.
AUTHOR BIO:
A.E. Via is an
author in the beautiful gay romance genre and also founder and owner of Via
Star Wings Books. Her writing embodies everything from hopelessly romantic to adventure,
to scandalous. Her stories often include intriguing edges and twists that take
readers to new, thought-provoking depths.
When she’s not
clicking away at her laptop, she devotes herself to her family—a husband and
four children. Adrienne Via has tons of more stories to tell, but she really
would like to hear yours. Via Star Wings Books is currently accepting
submissions for established and aspiring LGBTQ authors.
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Excerpt
When he got back to his office, it only made him
angrier that there was nowhere to park on the street in front of his building,
because there were two trucks backed up to the newly-rented office’s window.
The two men out front were carefully placing the last few touches on the logo
decal. Jacob read the words on the window in elegant, scrawling script. Wylde
Wedding Planning. Jacob closed his eyes and shook his head. Fucking great. “Some bubbly assed,
overly-optimistic, love is grand and the world is such a great place wedding
planner,” Jacob grumbled, turning into the parking lot. As long as she stays over there with all that happiness, I’m good.
No sooner than he walked inside the building,
Jacob found he could barely get to his office door because of all the discarded
boxes littering the hall. What the fuck!
Jacob turned around, looking through the wedding planner’s glass door. He saw a
woman inside with the brightest hair he’d ever seen directing some men who were
rolling out a nice-sized area rug. From the looks of her, Jacob had a feeling
she’d be a handful. He needed to set her straight, right away. He opened the
door and looked around at all the white and silver, then glanced up at the
large chandelier that was in the process of being hung over a long table
covered with starch white linen. The massive flower displays made him shake his
head. Who’d want such an excess display of frilly ridiculousness at their
wedding? Well, weddings were usually for the women, the men only had to show up
on time and keep their mouths shut.
“Hello,” the redhead called out, approaching Jacob
with a huge smile. “Hi. Are you here about wedding planning?”
“Hell no.” Jacob looked down at her, his scowl
firmly in place.
“Excuse me?”
“Keep your boxes out of the hallway.” Jacob went
in on her. “You’re going to cause an injury. It clearly states in the lease
that no trash or debris can litter the common areas. Are you looking for a
lawsuit your first day here?”
Her curls bounced around on her head as she looked
worriedly back and forth between him and the door. “Um, no. I didn’t realize so
much had accumulated out there. We’re having so many deliveries I can barely
keep up and the trash pickup I requested hasn’t come yet,” she said with a
nervous smile.
“Then keep your trash inside until they do come.
I’m sure your biggest concern in life is keeping all your white furniture
clean, so you throw your trash in the hall. It’s rude, ma’am. It’s
disrespectful to this nice building and it’s especially disrespectful to your
neighbors.”
“I’m sorry. I surely didn’t mean any disrespect.
I’ll tell my—”
“Just keep your trash inside or in the proper
receptacles.” Jacob turned, ignoring the workmen unwrapping the furniture who’d
stopped to stare.
He heard her apologize again, and then call out,
“Sir, sir? I didn’t catch your name.”
“I didn’t give it,” Jacob quipped right back
without turning around and walked out the door, stepping over torn boxes and
entering his own office.
His employees looked like they were talking about
something funny because both of them had bright smiles on their faces, which
disappeared quickly when he marched through the door.
“Afternoon, Mr. Snowden,” they recited in unison.
Jacob stood in front of his secretary’s desk and
mumbled an emotionless, “Afternoon. Do I have any messages?”
“Yes, sir,” she said, quickly handing him two pink
slips. He walked further inside and stopped at his paralegal.
“Is everything set for my meeting tomorrow?”
“Yes, sir. Also, Mrs. Zabinsky’s lawyer signed the
decree and as soon as I receive it, I’ll forward to Judge Williams.”
Jacob nodded and
walked inside his office, closing the door behind him.
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