All Wheel Drive by Z.A. Maxfield Excerpt & Giveaway

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All Wheel Drive (Bluewater Bay #18)

  • By Z.A. Maxfield
  • Editions: ebook, paperback
  • Published: July 10th 2017 by Riptide Publishing
  • Genre: MxM Adult Contemporary Romance
  • Healey Holly is battered, depressed, and looking to go to ground in his childhood home. He wants to rent the garage apartment, but it’s Diego Luz’s place now, and the last thing Diego wants is to share it.
    Diego is recovering too—from the accident that put him in a wheelchair and the death of his mother shortly after. The garage apartment is where he’s keeping his mother’s things, and as long as they’re up those stairs and he’s down on the ground, there’s no way he can deal with his loss. And that’s just how he likes it.
    Healey believes in science. Diego believes in luck. It will take a blend of both, and some prayer thrown in besides, for these two to learn that it’s the journey and the destination that matters.

    ~ Riptide

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    Excerpt

    Chapter One

    Diego

    The man at the door was a mess.

    Diego’s first look through the peephole showed a sort of monster silhouette—a weirdly shaped humanoid dragging a wheeled duffel bag.

    In the porch light’s acrid yellow glow, the very shape of him set off a boogeyman, stranger-danger skin-crawl. Ruthlessly, he suppressed any instinct for self-preservation and opened the door wide, but his visitor was just an ordinary man with a mass of healing facial wounds, one arm in a cast, and the haunted look of a recent combat veteran. Diego didn’t recognize him, but there was nothing to be scared of. Whatever had happened to him was potentially frightening, but he was only a guy.

    “Can I help you?”

    “I hope so. I called about the room over the garage?”

    “And I told you when you called: I’m not renting it out. I need it for storage. How did you even know—”

    “I’m still hoping you’ll change your mind. I grew up around here. I remember the family that used to live here, and I feel like—” The man stopped. Gathered himself. “I need a room for a little while, and if you’re only using it for storage . . .”

    Sorrow limned what few features Diego could guess at behind the bandages, healing abrasions, and the shiny pink newness of burns. Dude had shaved his hair on the sides but the top was long, the result being a man-bun swirl of wavy brown hair that looked greasy. How was this guy even keeping himself clean? Despair, and something infinitely worse hung around him like a toxic cloud. Hopelessness.

    Diego recognized the man’s helpless anxiety and anguish all too well.

    “What’s your name?” he asked.

    “John Smith.”

    Irritated, Diego eyed him sourly. “I take it you ain’t filling out a rental application?”

    “Sure. I’ll fill one out.” It was hard to watch a smile crack those dry, scabbed lips, but it was a nice smile. A friendly smile. Dude wasn’t using it very often, obviously. “I’m thinking of taking up fiction writing as a career anyway.”

    “You make it so hard to say no.”

    Diego started to close the door, but that soft cast shot out, and Diego didn’t have it in him right then to add injury to . . . injury.

    “You want to try and convince me some more?” Diego asked sarcastically. “You want to add you’re also a known terrorist carrying small pox?”

    “Two thousand cash a month. Six months tops. It’s a room with a toilet, a sink, and a shower, right?”

    “How do you know that? How’d you even get my number?”

    Dude’s eyes widened. Then narrowed. “Never mind how I know. My Uber driver left me, and I’ll have to walk all the way to the nearest motel. Where is that, anyway?”

    “Three thousand,” Diego countered, “and you move whatever shit’s up there down to the garage.”

    “Done.” The dude frowned. “Wait. What’s up there?”

    Diego shrugged. “Stuff from my mother’s place, probably. I told the company that moved me to put whatever wasn’t marked for immediate use up there. And since I can’t exactly fly up there to take a look around”—he thumped the wheels of his chair—“I don’t give a shit. Haven’t missed a thing, so whatever’s up there can’t be too important. You move it, hand me thirty Benjamins, and we’re good.”

    “Yeah?”

    Was that relief on his face? Diego didn’t smile back. “Trial basis. For a month.”

    “Fine.”

    “Too much drinking, drugging, loud sex? Not fine. Loud parties? Not fine. No one better bother me, leave trash around, or even look at me askance. No redneck music. In fact, give me your number.” He took out his phone, opened the contacts, and let his new tenant type it in. “I control all of the music around here, or you can leave right now. I can’t walk up those stairs but I can light the place on fire from below and rebuild. If you piss me off, I’ll shoot you and tell the police you frightened my permanently-seated ass, and we’ll see who they blame.”

    “Askance? Is that a thing now?”

    Oh, there it was again. That elusive spark of humor. “It’s always been a thing.”

    “I’ll be sure not to do it.”

    “All right, then. I’ll get you a key.”

    “No need.” Dude reached gingerly into the pocket of his leather jacket. He pulled out a fat wad of cash and a Costco card. “That lock’s always been a piece of shit.”

    Giveaway

    To celebrate the release of All Wheel Drive, one lucky winner will receive an ecopy of Hell on Wheels and a $25 Riptide credit! Leave a comment with your contact info to enter the contest. Entries close at midnight, Eastern time, on July 15, 2017. Contest is NOT restricted to U.S. entries. Thanks for following the tour, and don’t forget to leave your contact info!

    About the Author & Links:

    Z. A. Maxfield started writing in 2007 on a dare from her children and never looked back. Pathologically disorganized and perennially optimistic, she writes as much as she can, reads as much as she dares, and enjoys her time with family and friends. If anyone asks her how a wife and mother of four manages to find time for a writing career, she’ll answer, “It’s amazing what you can accomplish if you give up housework.”

    Her published books include Crossing Borders, Epic Award finalist St. Nacho’s, Drawn Together, ePistols at Dawn, Notturno, Stirring Up Trouble, and Vigil.

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    5 thoughts on “All Wheel Drive by Z.A. Maxfield Excerpt & Giveaway

    1. Purple Reader

      Congrats and thanks for the excerpt. A story with two resilient people, one disabled, sounds like the perfect addition to this collaborative series. –
      TheWrote [at] aol [dot] com

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    2. Ami

      Oooh, I read Hell on Wheels a couple of years back! I don’t even know that there’s sequel to it. So thanks for the blog tour and giveaway chance. HAPPY RELEASE DAY!!

      amie_07(at)yahoo(dot)com

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