Bear Among the Books by T.J. Masters Blog Tour, Excerpt & Giveaway!

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Hi guys! We have T.J. Masters popping in today with his upcoming release Bear Among the Books, we have a short intro post fro T.J., a great excerpt and a brilliant giveaway, so check out the post and leave a comment to enter the giveaway! <3 ~Pixie~ 

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Bear Among the Books


T.J. Masters

Forty-eight-year-old Ben Thompson is a librarian, a passionate book lover, and a man who embodies the definition of a bear. He’s also lonely after the loss of his long-term partner. Young ex-gymnast Jason Barnes piques his interest, but Ben quickly realizes there’s more to Jason than his good looks. While Jason visits the library almost every day, he never checks out a book.

With gentle persistence, Ben befriends Jason and learns the nineteen-year-old’s tragic secrets. After years of abuse at his father’s hands, Jason was kicked out of his family home for being gay. And despite his apparent love of books, Jason never learned to read. Ben offers to teach him, and the two men bond over their lessons. Ben can’t deny his attraction to Jason, but he wonders if Jason is too young and too handsome to return his interest. With the help of the close-knit library team and Jason’s growing self-confidence, they move beyond the books and into the bedroom, where their own story is just beginning.

Release date: 2nd September 2016

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My latest novel Bear Among the book is published by Dreamspinner Press on Friday 2nd July As with all my writing I have tried to create a strong story populated with real people. I don’t just mean attractive main characters but a realistic group of secondary characters around them who form a chosen family who support them and their story. Of course my stories are also strongly romantic with a healthy element of sex and a happy ever after conclusion.

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Wednesdays were always the quietest day in the library.

I’d never really worked out why that was, but I was grateful for a day in the middle of the week where I could catch up with the multitude of admin tasks which were an unavoidable part of the head librarian’s job. I’d long ago developed a loathing for working in an enclosed space, so, upstairs, my office was an open area at the back of the mezzanine floor.

I was trawling through a small backlog of e-mails when the sound of footsteps came from the spiral staircase to my left. A concerned-looking Daisy strode purposefully across the floor in my direction. Daisy was my senior assistant and the most able librarian we had. Slightly older than my forty-eight years, this all-too-serious woman still lived at home with her elderly parents. The library and her garden were probably the major loves of her life. We shared a passion for books, but with one major difference where the library was concerned: I believed in this as a place for people to interact with books in every possible way. Daisy, on the other hand, saw the library as a repository for books in ordered rows on shelves. For her, the people were something of a nuisance. People came into the library and took books off the shelves; even worse, they took them home to read. Now it was clear that something had ruffled Daisy’s carefully preened feathers, or more likely someone had.

Leaning over my desk to whisper in her best conspiratorial tone, she declared, “He’s in again.”

Now clearly I was supposed to know who “he” was, and was expected to do something about it. I tried to mirror her anxiety in order to show some empathy without laughing out loud. “Who’s in, Daisy?”

“That boy. That young good-for-nothing that I told you about last week.”

Some vague memories surfaced. I had returned from a morning off, to be confronted by Daisy in a high state of anxiety. It seemed that some young hooligan had come into the library and spent the whole morning wandering around, looking at the books, and had even touched a good many of them! Eventually he left without checking any books out, but he was clearly up to no good in the eyes of the ever-vigilant assistant librarian.

“Oh yes. That’s right, you did tell me about him. Is it the same lad?”

“Yes, definitely. He’s wearing one of those hoodie things. Look, I’ll show you, but you need to do something, Ben.”

That settled it. If said hoodlum was wearing a hoodie, then he must be at the very least a serial killer or even a bomb-wielding terrorist. I rose from my chair and followed Daisy to the rail overlooking the library floor below. After a quick scan of the room, Daisy nudged me in the ribs and pointed below. “There he is.”

I looked in the direction she was pointing and spotted the lad off to the right in front of the bookshelves in the natural history section. Up to this point, my whole approach had been about humoring my anxious and conspiratorial assistant. Now my attitude changed to one of genuine interest. During our previous discourse, I suppose I’d created a snappy image of some scruffy youth with long untidy dark hair and shabby clothes. He should no doubt be hunched over a physics book, trying to memorize the inner workings of an atomic bomb.

Instead, to my surprise, a very well-groomed young man with short, neatly trimmed blond hair was studying his book. He wore immaculately clean, well-fitting clothes. Very well fitting, in fact, since from our current vantage point, he appeared to be a very fit and good-looking lad. As we watched, our intruder selected a book from the shelf before him and turned toward the tables in the center of the room. It was hard to see any details from our elevated viewpoint, but he appeared to be very fresh-faced and aged in his late teens or early twenties. The hooded sweatshirt made it hard to see his upper body shape, but as he walked across the floor, well-muscled legs filled his jeans.

The lad pulled out a chair and laid the book on the table carefully, before settling himself down to read. Just by the way he placed the book and the slight pause before he opened it told me so much about him. This was a guy who respected books. His handling of the volume was almost reverent. We’ve grown used to teenagers treating their iPads or phones with reverence these days, not books.

“Well?” Daisy’s sharp prompting caught my attention. “You need to do something, Ben.”

“If I ask him to take his hoodie off, would that make you feel better?”

“Now you’re being silly.” Daisy was clearly not going to be pacified on this matter. “You mark my words. He’s up to something.”

“Yes, he’s reading a book, but so is just about everyone else in here. I’m not sure he’s actually doing anything wrong.”

I got one of her despairing looks. “Well, when he does, I hope you will remember that I told you so.”

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About T.J.

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Author T.J. Masters recently and somewhat reluctantly passed his 60th birthday. After a long and happy teaching career T.J. wanted to follow a new path before senility set in. Books and stories have been a lifelong passion and there are many tales waiting to be told.

As a happily partnered gay man T.J. chooses to write what he knows best. His overactive and ever exploring mind is probably described by the Oscar Wilde quote that “We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars”.

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Win an ecopy of one of T.J. Masters backlist short stories!

(Just leave a comment on this post with an answer to T.J.’s below question)

Do you have any fond memories or great anecdotes relating to Libraries? 

(Ends when T.J. declares a winner!)
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23 thoughts on “Bear Among the Books by T.J. Masters Blog Tour, Excerpt & Giveaway!

  1. Thank you for a look at your new book! It sounds fantastic. I have fond memories of the first library and librarian I met at school. She was a very nice older lady who was always happy to see me. I would see her years later and she always remembered me. I just remember walking into the school and being so happy to see so many books that I could choose from.

    1. Many thanks for the comment and your memory too. I think it is part of the charm of traditional libraries when you can build a relationship with the librarians.

  2. I have instilled my love our libraries in my daughter. I smile every tune she asks to go to the library. (That’s about 5 times a day).

  3. Libraries have always felt like a safe place for me. Being a very shy kid who loved writing, I used to go there to spend my time reading, and finding friends in books. I’m a grown up now, and I’m glad to say I’ve overcome my shyness, but I still feel at home at a library. And they are still full of friends waiting to be met… 😉

  4. Unfortunately, my city (in my country) doesn’t really have good libraries. So my own collection is my own library 🙂

  5. I took my young Girl Scouts to a library once where the librarian spoke to them about a famous American woman. the next week none of the remembered until I reminded them about running around in a circular room.

  6. I don’t have one particular memory but I remember my frustration because the school library was only open a few times a week. And then the joy when I was around 10 years old and allowed to cycle to town where I could borrow all the books I wanted. I loved that place.

  7. my children and i love to go to our library…it isnt far from my home and we go at least 1 once a week

  8. The library was my sole source of amusement and adventure rowing up. My parents and siblings didn’t want the younger kids watching tv all the time so we would take trips to the library several times a week.

  9. I have always loved the library when I got my first card at seven years old. I depend on the library for some kindle books that are out of my budget range.

  10. My mum used to take me and my brother to the library every Friday after school for reading hour.Choosing a book and sitting on the giant bean bags to read is one of my favorite memories.

  11. I loved going to the library (now days its the book store) but I love looking at book covers! I used to go to a book reading when I was little. I loved it .

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