Wednesday, August 15, 2018

Exclusive Excerpt: Calling Calling Calling Me

Today I've got an exclusive excerpt from Natasha Washington's upcoming M/M release, Calling Calling Calling Me (out 09/04!). Enjoy! :)

Calling Calling Calling Me by Natasha Washington
Publisher: Natasha Washington (September 4, 2018)
Genre: Contemporary Romance (New Adult) -- Queer, M/M

Patrick Mahoney has one goal in mind: get out of his native Fresno and find freedom in the rainbow and glitter-painted streets of San Francisco. As a college freshman, he’s sure he’ll finally have the chance to be himself, away from the judgmental eyes of his conservative hometown.

Josh Dirda’s never wanted to be tied down before, preferring the emotional ease of the one night stand. But when Patrick moves into the apartment that Josh shares with three friends, Josh is caught up in Patrick’s sly wit and quietly creative spirit. As Patrick’s self-appointed tour guide, Josh can be Patrick’s introduction to the city he loves. But after a drunken Halloween hook-up crosses lines, Patrick and Josh must reckon with their true feelings—and decide whether they can let go of the ghosts that haunt them.

Tropes/Themes: college romance, first time, fish out of water

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Calling Calling Calling Me by Natasha Washington

I’m going to be alone forever, Josh thought. Nobody will marry me, and my parents will disown me, and my best work will have been this Pat the Bunny fuckery I wrote with my stupid friend. 
Turns out that drunk Josh was not only uncharitable, he was also a Liberace-level drama queen. 
His door swung open. 
Thank God, he thought. Save me from myself, stranger
There was no stranger at the door, however. 
There was only Patrick. 
Though…could one really use the word “only” to describe somebody wearing a white T-shirt that was tight around his narrow, defined torso? Whose jeans were hugging him in all the right places, and who had the flush of someone who’d been kissed moments before by a marine who knew how to use his tongue? 
“Hi,” Patrick said, putting out one hand to steady himself. It took him a couple of tries to find the wall. 
“Is Freddy playing Vanilla Ice right now?” Josh said, cocking his head to one side. “Oh my God, I never should have let him take over as DJ.” 
“I don’t actually know what’s playing right now,” Patrick said. “There are approximately eight million people in our apartment.” 
“Who knew the actual capacity for this place was eight million,” Josh said. “All this time the fire department was telling us it was unsafe to have more than, like, twenty.” 
Patrick wisely ignored Josh’s babble, instead moving forward so he was close enough for Josh to catch his scent. He smelled sweaty and boozy and delicious. 
“Can I touch your suspenders?” Patrick asked. 
Josh wanted to pinch himself. He was fairly sure he was dreaming. 
This is a bad idea, he thought. 
He nodded. 
Patrick reached out, his fingers brushing the edge of the tightly stretched fabric crisscrossing Josh’s chest. 
“You have so many suspenders.” 
“I know, right?” Josh said, tipping his head down and following the path of Patrick’s fingers with his eyes. “It’s because I don’t have a shirt. I need all the suspenders I can get.” 
Josh was pretty sure there was a flaw in his logic, but he didn’t have the brainpower to sort it out. 
“I like them,” Patrick said. “I really…like them.” 
It seemed like Patrick had no brain-to-mouth filter right now. Everything he thought, he said, with no pause in between to reflect or…refrain. 
This could get so dangerous so fast. 
“I like your jacket,” Josh said. “Wait, what happened to your jacket?” 
It was true, Patrick wasn’t wearing his jacket anymore. 
“I’m not sure where I left it. I remember being too warm because there are so many people in the apartment, and the jacket is big and leather and sweaty, and so I ditched it. But where did I…” 
Josh had to touch him. He had to. Just a little. Only a tiny bit. It would be okay. He stroked along Patrick’s bare arm, tucking his fingers under the rolled-up sleeve of his T-shirt. 
“I like this too, though,” Josh said. “Without the jacket is okay.” 
Patrick shivered, even though the apartment was still plenty warm. 
“Josh…” Patrick murmured. 
Josh looked up at him, and his tongue darted out to moisten his lower lip. 
“Can we…” 
Patrick didn’t even seem to know what he was saying. God, Josh hoped he understood what Patrick was saying. Josh’s hand curled around Patrick’s bicep and tightened. 
“I think maybe,” Josh said slowly, “I’m going to close the door.”

Natasha Washington lives in Philadelphia, where she writes queer love stories in both YA (as Sonia Belasco) and romance. She has spent much of her professional life working with young people as a mentor, tutor, or therapist. When not writing, she is likely cooking, taking long, meandering walks, or listening to dance music or 90s hip-hop.

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