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Friday, September 26, 2014

Blog tour: Welcome Jacob Z. Flores

Hello everyone!
Carson here to let you know we taking a quick pause to allow a touring author to stop by and share his work. Please welcome the talented...Jacob Z Flores!

Hi, everyone. 
My name is Jacob Z. Flores, and I’m thrilled to be back here at Guys Like Romance, Too. So why am I here today?

Well, I’m here to promote Being True, my latest release from Dreamspinner. This book is a sweet coming of age romance between Tru Cobbler, the awkward new kid, and Javi Castillo, the hot, popular jock with a kind heart.

When I finished up my Provincetown Series, I experienced a writing lull. I’d ridden my muse pretty hard for those four books, and he was kaput. He refused to come out and play. He just grabbed an ice pack, placed it over his crotch, and sat in front of the TV. Nothing I did got his attention. He had tuned me out completely. I tried offering him various plot bunnies, but he turned his nose at them and asked me to move out of the way of the television screen. I even tried alcohol and cookies, but that didn’t work either.

So for a good six months or so I had nothing. Until out of the blue, my mind turned to high school. Those weren’t exactly the best years of my life. That would be college. Now those four years were a blast! So why was I thinking about high school?

And then my mind drifted to my high school crush. Damn, he was fine. He was a jock with a nice body and probably the sweetest most sincere personality I’d ever met. He and I had become good friends, and we hung out a great deal. Nothing ever happened between us because he was straight, and at the time so was I. We both had girlfriends, and we even double dated a few times.

And then I remembered the night of my senior year of graduation. We went out to an after party along with the girls we were currently dating. The girls left to get more alcohol since he and I were not able to drive. For some reason, we ended up on a bed together. We were lying extremely close to each other and talking. He went on and on about what he was going to do to his gal, and he became aroused. He even showed me the tent in his shorts. To say I was speechless is an understatement.

I was young, inexperienced, and still in denial. I knew I wanted him, but I didn’t know what to do. I was also afraid of losing our friendship, so I did nothing.

And that’s when I started thinking about the “could’ve beens.” What would have happened if he was gay too? What could have been had I embraced who I was instead of running from it? Could I have outed myself in high school? How would the school have handled the gay dork I was and the popular jock that he was as a couple? How badly would we have rocked the foundation?

Those questions obviously intrigued my muse. His ears perked up, and he turned off the television. He grabbed me by my shoulders and said, “Let’s ride.” And what a ride it was! In one month, we wrote an 80k plus novel, and it was one of the best rides of my life.

And this story couldn’t have come at a better time in my life. In writing this story, I remembered a lesson I had forgotten over the years—being true to ourselves leads to happiness.

Before I head back to my part of the Internet, I want to thank everyone here at Guys Like Romance, Too, and the readers who joined me today.

For those interested, I have included a blurb and excerpt below. Additionally, as part of my blog tour I’m hosting a giveaway.

The Being True Giveaway Contest
All you have to do is leave a comment to this post, and your name is entered to win a Sony Nook!

Being True by Jacob Z. Flores
Publisher: Dreamspinner
Genre: M/M Romance
Release Date: September 16, 2014

Truman L. Cobbler has not had an easy life. It’s bad enough people say he looks like Donkey from Shrek, but he’s also suffered the death of his policeman father and his mother’s remarriage to a professional swindler, who cost them everything. Now dirt poor, they live in the barrio of San Antonio, Texas. When Tru transfers to an inner-city high school halfway through his senior year, he meets Javi Castillo, a popular and hot high school jock. Javi takes an immediate liking to Tru, and the two become friends. The odd pairing, however, rocks the school and sets the cliquish social circles askew. No one knows how to act or what to think when Mr. Popular takes a stand for Mr. Donkey. Will the cliques rise up to maintain status quo and lead Tru and Javi to heartbreak and disaster or will being true to who they are rule the day?


“Sorry, I’m late,” the tardy hunk of lean muscle said as he exhaled a lungful of air out the corner of his lips. The sudden rush of air caused his dark locks to briefly flutter on his forehead before once again settling into perfect alignment. “But coach wanted to run a few things by me before practice this afternoon.”
Mr. Rodriguez’s snort told everyone he didn’t appreciate the tardiness. “Well, I will speak to Coach Moore about this, Mr. Castillo. That’s the second time this week.”
The young man shrugged in response to Mr. Rodriguez’s reprimand, as if being tardy was beyond his control and nothing to worry about. Had this guy ever worried about anything in his life? Most likely not. He was not only insanely good-looking, but he carried himself with a devil-may-care attitude that obviously swept up everyone in his proximity.
Mr. Rodriguez hadn’t interpreted his shrug as a discipline problem, and the class apparently thought he was the emperor of ice cream since they practically clung to his every word like eager little kids.
How did someone my own age pull that off so effortlessly? Hell, it had never occurred to me to shrug off a teacher’s comment before.
“You can take it up with him after class,” said Castillo. He pushed himself off the door upon which he’d been leaning and suddenly noticed me standing slack-jawed in the middle of the room. His eyes caught mine, which made my dick jump within its denim prison, and for the briefest of moments, time slowed to a standstill.
Gazing into his eyes was heavenly and momentous, like watching a comet streak through the night sky. It also unleashed a flurry of sparrows in my stomach, which decided to take flight at once, flapping their tiny wings with all their might. If they flapped any harder or faster, I’d likely soar above the classroom, which, even though that would be pretty darn cool, would probably just alienate me further from my classmates.
I wouldn’t be that cool kid who could fly. I’d be that weirdo who couldn’t keep his feet on the ground.
“New kid, huh?” he asked as he crossed over to me.
I nodded. What else could I do? My lips could only tremble, and I had to keep my cock from burrowing through the book to the other side.
“I’m Javi.” He extended his hand, and his lips broadened into a genuine smile. I’d been on the end of supposedly friendly greetings from popular kids before. They claimed to want to be my best friend and show me the ropes when all they were doing was setting me up for an embarrassing prank that every asshole in school played on the new students.
But I could tell that wasn’t what Javi was about. It wasn’t anything I could put my finger on. It was just sort of a feeling. You know the kind I’m talking about. It’s how you just know a random dog you spot on the street won’t bite you. That was the same gut feeling I had with Javi’s smile and his offered hand. They told me I could trust him implicitly.
“Truman,” I finally responded, and when I took his hand in mine, an electrical current coursed through my fingers, up my arm, spread through my chest, and down into my balls. “But friends call me Tru.”
I winced at my stupidity. Now that I’d made that little revelation, everyone would make certain to address me as Truman. No one wanted to be the new kid’s friend.
“Nice to meet you, Tru,” Javi said without missing a beat. He gave my hand a friendly squeeze before withdrawing. He spun around to the shocked looks on the other students’ faces. They couldn’t have been more dumbfounded than I was. Javi didn’t even acknowledge their collective horror. Either he didn’t see it or he didn’t care.

Being True Giveaway:
Sony Nook to one lucky person


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  1. Love hearing about what inspires a story!!

  2. Thanks for the interview. I enjoyed the book Jacob

  3. This looks really good I've got it on my wish list at Dreamspinner.

  4. I adored the book!! I'm so glad your muse turned off the TV and made you write it. Loved the characters, loved the situations, and while it was pretty explicit for a novel with YA characters, I appreciated that you let them fumble their first time and kept it real. Well done, Jacob!! :)

  5. Awesome post! I really liked the interview and the book's summary.

  6. Loved the post! I am really looking forward to reading this!

  7. Glad your muse is ready to sadde up again. ;)

  8. A sweet and tempting snippet. I definitely want to read more :)

  9. Terrific post and giveaway. Thank you so much