Hi peeps, we have Diana Copland popping in today with the cover to her upcoming release David, Renewed, we have a fantastic excerpt and a brilliant giveaway, so check out the fantastic cover & post and then leave a comment to enter the giveaway! <3 ~Pixie~

David, Renewed

Diana Copland

When interior designer David Snyder buys a beautiful century-old house in eastern Washington, he is reeling with heartbreak and looking for somewhere to put down roots. Unfortunately his new home comes with a laundry list of problems: electrical, plumbing, heating… things David knows nothing about. When his mother offers him the business card of a local handyman, David pictures an overweight, balding man in his fifties. But Jackson Henry couldn’t be further from that stereotype.

Dark-haired, muscular, and handsome, Jackson left a large construction firm in Seattle to take care of his sick mother. However, his hometown still has an active “good old boy” network, and finding employment in construction is almost impossible for an openly gay man. Determined to persevere, Jackson takes odd jobs as a handyman. He’s exactly what David needs—in more ways than one.

David isn’t ready for his attraction to Jackson, not considering the way his last relationship ended. But as the two men get to know each other, it becomes clear that the heart often knows best, and it rewards those willing to listen.

Excerpt

Hi, All!!

I’m Diana Copland, and I’m so excited to show you the gorgeous cover art for my new novel, David, Renewed , now available for pre-order at the Coming Soon page at Dreamspinner Press.  Here are the links!

eBook: https://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/books/david-renewed-by-diana-copland-7541-b Paperback: https://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/books/david-renewed-by-diana-copland-7542-b

Cover artist Anne Cain gave me a beautiful cover showing David and his sexy love interest, Jackson. I hope you like it as much as I do, and that you enjoy the excerpt from this new novel!!

Excerpt

The streetlights cast mottled shadows on the ground as light filtered through the canopy of branches that met over the street. There were enough leaves still on the trees that the shadows shifted in the light breeze, making a soft rustling sound. Jackson’s truck was still backed into David’s driveway, so David parked in front of his house. They got out, Jackson balancing an entire apple pie on his hand.

“Your mom didn’t have to do this.” He held up the covered dish.

“You could go back and tell her,” David teased and Jackson chuckled.

“Yeah, I don’t think so.”

“And prepare yourself for more tomorrow.”

“I sort of got that.” Jackson smiled. “She’s a nice lady.”

“Yeah,” David agreed, “she is.”

They were crossing over the sidewalk when the sound of rustling seemed to intensify, and David knew exactly what he was hearing. He grinned.

His neighbors little tan and white corgi  ran up to them and went up onto his back legs, balancing and dancing, a happy smile on his little dog face.

“Well, hello.” Jackson looked down at the little dog, his smile spreading to include his eyes for the first time since they left the hospital.

“Hey, Bootsy.” David bent and scratched behind his large, pointed ears. “Making another break for it?”

“Bootsy?” Jackson made a face. “That’s just wrong.”

“Yeah. The poor guy has to be embarrassed by it.” David straightened as Jordyn called for the dog from her front porch. Bootsy ignored her, looking up at the two men, his tongue lolling out of his mouth. “You’d better go before you get both you and me in trouble, buddy.”

Almost as if he understood, Bootsy glanced over his furry shoulder. When Jordyn called him again with more force than the first time, he sighed and grudgingly trotted back home.

Jackson chuckled. “Friend of yours?”

“Oh yeah, we’re tight.” David grinned after him. “If there was any way in the world I could get away with it, I’d steal him.”

“This close to his house, they’d probably figure it out. He’s cute as hell, though.” Jackson looked over at David as they continued across the lawn. “He likes you.”

“The feeling is entirely mutual.”

Jackson unlocked his truck and opened the door, placing the pie on the passenger seat. Slipping his hands into his jacket pockets, he stayed within the protection of the open door and studied David’s face for what felt like a long time. “So, you already know I like you too.” Jackson’s voice was soft, but David heard the words clearly. He smiled slowly even as his heart kicked hard against his ribs.

“That feeling is entirely mutual too.”

“Come here.”

Jackson’s voice dropped into a deeper timbre and it sent a shiver across David’s shoulders. He stepped closer and Jackson reached out, putting his hands around David’s ribs before pulling him into a tight hug. David wished he would kiss him but chose to take what he could get from the embrace. The feel of Jackson’s hard chest against his and the strong arms around him swept everything from his mind but pleasure.

“Thank you, David,” Jackson whispered against his ear, his voice hoarse. “For being there tonight. And for your mom.”

“I can’t take credit for Mom, but you’re welcome.” He slipped his arms around Jackson and returned the embrace, relishing the feel of his slender waist and the strong muscles along his spine. David closed his eyes, inhaling his scent: the faint, woodsy cologne, soap, and the reminder of hard work lingering beneath it all on his skin. David’s cock began to fill instantly. Startled, he abruptly tried to angle his hips back and away.

Jackson leaned back without releasing David and looked into his eyes. “Where are you going?”

“Uhm….” David knew his face was as red as it was hot, and prayed it was dark enough it didn’t show. His capacity to form a sentence apparently deserted him, and he faltered.

Jackson studied him, another of those weighted silences stretching out. Finally he slid an open palm down David’s back, continuing past his waist to the base of his spine. He pulled David in snug, pressing his hips forward, and David caught his breath when he felt an answering hardness behind Jackson’s fly.

“Oh.”

“Yeah, oh. It was damned inconvenient when I got hard sitting at your mom’s kitchen table, watching your tongue every time you licked your fork.”

“I did? I… uh… you did?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

Jackson was startled. “Why? What kind of question is that?”

“I… I mean, you’re… you, and I’m….” David faltered.

Jackson’s eyes narrowed. He lifted a hand and cupped David’s jaw, his calloused thumb moving slowly beneath his lower lip. For the first time in his life, David understood what it meant to be breathless.

“I don’t know what the voice in your head is saying,” Jackson murmured, “or who you’re hearing, but you need to ignore it.” His thumb pressed into the softness of David’s lips, and they parted under the delicate pressure. “I find you very sexy, David Snyder. Very, very sexy.”

About Diana

Diana Copland began writing in the seventh grade, when she shamelessly combined elements of Jane Eyre and Dark Shadows to produce an overwrought Gothic tale that earned her an A- in creative writing, thanks entirely to the generosity of her teacher.

She wrote for pure enjoyment for the next three decades before discovering LiveJournal and a wonderful group of supportive writers, who after gifting her with a “Best New Author” Award encouraged her to try her hand at original gay fiction.

Born and raised in southern California, Diana moved to the Pacific Northwest after losing a beloved spouse to AIDS in 1995.

She lives in eastern Washington with four obnoxious cats, near her two wonderful adult children.

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Giveaway!

Win an ecopy of David, Renewed on release!