Hi guys, we have Robert Winter popping in today with the tour for his new release Asylum, we have a brilliant guest post from Robert where he introduces us to Provincetown, we have a great excerpt and a fantastic $25 Amazon GC giveaway, so check out the post and enter the giveaway! ❤ ~Pixie~
Death threats drove him from his country. Can he ever find asylum from his past?
Hernán had family, college, and a future in El Salvador. Until a vicious gang targeted him as gay. Threatened with murder, he braved a nightmare journey toward a new life. Now, haunted by his trek, he hides from immigration trouble as well as his enemies. He prays to pass in Provincetown unnoticed.
But a handsome man with a secret like Hernán’s is vulnerable to predators.
Colin is in town for a wedding when he falls into the harbor. The man who rescues him is dark-haired, dark eyed and gorgeous. He’s also a target because of his immigration status. Colin owes a debt, and wants to repay it by helping his savior escape the monsters who would exploit him.
Hernán yearns to trust the kind man who offers him sanctuary. Will his demons destroy his chance at a future with Colin?
Asylum is a standalone gay romance novel but contains spoilers for the prior novel, September. Trigger warnings for brief references to off-page sexual abuse of a child and adult.
If you’ve read any of my books or follow me on social media, you know that I live in Provincetown, Massachusetts, and that I’m crazy about this place. In November 1620, the Mayflower dropped anchor here, well before reaching Plymouth Rock. (The Rock just had better publicists!) The Mayflower Compact was actually signed in Provincetown Harbor, nearly 400 years ago. We’re building up now to a huge celebration in 2020 to commemorate that anniversary.
Provincetown (often called just P-Town) became a destination for writers and artists in the 1890s. LGBT people having been coming here from that time as well; there were even drag performers in P-Town in in 1940s. The Atlantic House is considered the country’s oldest gay bar, and still has a huge draw as a dance club. Since the 1970s, a huge part of the summer tourist trade and a large percentage of year-round residents have been LGBTI. Tennessee Williams, John Waters, Mary Oliver, and Michael Cunningham are among the more famous gays and lesbians who called Provincetown home.
Asylum begins in P-Town, and the characters return to it at a critical juncture of the story. I thought I’d give you a few glimpses into what this place looks like. You can find out more about Asylum on my website by clicking here.
This is Provincetown viewed from the air, as Hernán gets to see it from Colin’s plane
The Pilgrim Monument towers over P-Town. It was opened in 1910 as part of an effort to combat those damn lies about Plymouth Rock! At Thanksgiving, lights go up to turn the Monument into a giant Christmas Tree.
We have some interesting wildlife in P-Town, including a population of foxes and wild turkeys
P-Town is touched by Cape Cod Bay and by the Atlantic Ocean. That makes for some beautiful scenery!
Admittedly, the water here is cold. It takes a hardy soul to swim much before July. The tradeoff, though, is beautiful, long beaches that make you just itch to write a romance novel!
Brandon noticed as well and turned to follow Rudy’s gaze. He sighed. “Gerald. Of course. David ’n I managed to avoid him all summer. Guess my luck ran out.”
The newcomer was not as tall as David, but probably broke six feet. His silvering hair swept back dramatically, and he wore a fisherman’s sweater and jeans that looked too tight. His face was a bit jowly; Colin would place him around fifty-five or so. He had presence, though. He surveyed the restaurant like he owned the place, spotted Rudy, and walked over.
“I assume he’s working today,” Gerald said to Rudy, oblivious to the presence of customers.
Rudy flushed. “Yes, working. As in busy. Just like every time you come in here.”
Gerald looked down his nose at Colin, and then did a double-take when he focused on Brandon. “Oh. We’ve met.” His gray eyes narrowed in concentration. “Bradley, wasn’t it?”
Rudy said, “It’s Brandon. He came to the party you had last year, with David Something-or-other.” A glint of malice twinkled in Rudy’s eye as he added, “I remember how often you talked about David after that. Too bad he’s off the market. He and Brandon just got married yesterday.”
Gerald’s eyebrow twitched. “Married?” A flash of regret, confusion and longing crossed his face. Blankness covered it all quickly as Gerald turned to sneer at Rudy. “Well, I guess Brandon here knew how to play the game better than you.”
Rudy flushed and Brandon turned red. Colin saw he was about to do something rash. He picked up his fork and said loudly without looking at the asshole, “Thank you for stopping by, but we’re just about to eat. Rudy, could I get another tea?”
Gerald was clearly unused to being dismissed. Before he could say anything, Colin focused on Brandon. “So, David is off sailing with your sisters?” Rudy tittered and disappeared, and Brandon’s color returned to normal. Gerald stood there a few seconds longer before stomping off to a table in the corner of the restaurant.
“Nicely done,” Brandon said. “I almost lost it, but you kept cool.”
“Hey, I learned how to cut from the best hostess in Bergen County, New Jersey. You should see my mother working the room at a charity event. Icicles trail in her wake if anyone displeases her.”
“Charity events?” Brandon asked curiously. Colin realized his slip. He usually tried very hard not to mention his parents or anything about his family, so it was no wonder Brandon would take the opportunity to ask.
“Sometimes. Anyway, sailing?”
Brandon waited a moment, but then nodded. “David rented a boat to take Jo-Lynn, Suzanne and Matt out on the bay. I think Terry was goin’ with ’em too.” He chuckled. “Joe says the Lord may have walked on water but he prefers dry land.”
As they chatted, Colin noticed Gerald wave Rudy over to him. Rudy looked around the restaurant, but apparently could find no way to refuse without Gerald causing a scene. The restaurant was quiet enough he heard Gerald order Rudy in a peremptory tone, “Tell him to come out and talk to me.”
Rudy shook his head. “He’s working. He can’t take a break.”
Gerald snorted and gazed over the menu. “I could always have a chat with Claude. You know Claude, don’t you, Rudy? The owner of this restaurant? I think he might be shocked to find out what’s going on in his kitchen.”
Rudy flushed and pursed his lips. He looked around nervously, and then disappeared to the interior of the restaurant. A few moments later, he returned, accompanied by another man. He was slightly shorter than Rudy, and looked a few years younger, but the family resemblance between the two was strong.
That was why Rudy had looked familiar to Colin—he was clearly related to the man he led out. The man who had saved Colin the previous night.
The angel of his imagination.
Robert Winter is a recovering lawyer who likes writing about hot men in love much more than drafting a legal brief. He left behind the (allegedly) glamorous world of an international law firm to sit in his home office and dream up ways to torment his characters until they realize they are perfect for each other.
Robert divides his time between Washington, DC, and Provincetown, MA. He splits his attention between Andy, his partner of fifteen years, and Ling the Adventure Cat, who likes to fly in airplanes and explore the backyard jungle as long as the temperature and humidity are just right.
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