Title: Stuck on Rewind
Author Name & Publisher: Dianne Hartsock (Pride Publishing)
Publication Date & Length: March 15, 2016 – 10,308 pgs
Ashton has been in love with his best friend for years, watching him grow from a pretty high school boy to the gorgeous erotic dancer at the club where they both work. The problem is that Lance enjoys the attention of a variety of men while Ashton wants him for his very own.
After a day spent denying his attraction for Lance, standing by while their friend Trey openly flirts with him, Ashton decides it’s time to make his move or risk losing his man forever. Once Lance knows how he feels, he’ll realize they should be together. Or is it already too late?
Ashton is in love with Lance but worries about not being able to keep Lance satisfied.This book is a perfect example of how someone can be in love with someone else but let them slip through their fingers because of their insecurities. I love that Ashton and Lance are very related to real life. Dianne Hartstock was able to make this short story almost realistic.
The only thing that would have made it better is if it was a little longer and did not come to such an abbrut end.
Friends since High School now living together making ends meet by working in the same club Ashton still pines for his best friends who loves to be the center of attention. But little does Ashton really know, Lance just wants to be the center of Ashton’s attention. Lance dazzles in this story, figuratively and literally. He is the high spirited one who pushes the envelope to get Ashton to finally admit how he feels but is he too late.
This story is hot from word one so be prepared for a very quick and dirty fun read. This author did a good job of showing fleshed out characters in this accelerated story and you want these two to have a HEA. The background characters are less fleshed out but the story doesn’t suffer from that as you want to get to the meat of Ashton and Lance’s story and that is exactly what you get. This is a great lunch/break time read that will leave you smiling.
“Fuck!” Ashton shouted in a mixture of anger and ecstasy as Lance swallowed again, then let Ashton’s softening cock slip from between his perfect lips. Ashton leaned on his elbows, his chest heaving while he caught his breath.
With a last kiss on his thigh, Lance climbed off the bed, sleek-limbed and graceful, and walked to the dresser with a sassy sway of his hips.
Ashton stared after him and groaned, not sure if he wanted to pull his friend’s ass back into his arms or punch him in the face. It would be incredible to wake up with Lance every morning and make love to him. But he sternly reminded himself that they were only friends and Lance needed to stop climbing into his bed at night uninvited.
“You do remember you have a bed of your own?” he asked, more sharply than he’d intended.
Lance gave him a smirk over his shoulder, making a show of licking the last of Ashton’s spunk off his swollen lips.
“You told me to wake you at seven.”
“I didn’t mean… Oh hell.” Ashton fell back on the pillows and threw an arm over his eyes. He swore in exasperation when the mattress dipped and Lance’s familiar scent surrounded him. “Damn it—”
Soft fingers touched his mouth. “Don’t be mad, baby. I didn’t mean anything.”
Ashton peered at him through the dark curls that had flopped into his eyes. The guy looked positively forlorn, and Ashton sat up, giving him a one-armed hug. “I’m not mad. But you don’t need to keep doing that, either. You’re my friend!” He kissed Lance’s cheek, the velvet skin warm with a blush. “You make a terrific roommate, and I like the company.”
“And I like you.” Lance walked his fingers up Ashton’s leg.
Ashton laughed and shooed the hand away, but couldn’t help staring at the enticing evidence of his friend’s arousal between his legs.
“Can I take care of that for you?”
“Not at all.” Lance stood up, waving off Ashton’s offer. “I’ll deal with it in the shower. You have to save your attentions for Mister Man.”
“Who are you talking about…? Wait!” Ashton rolled off the bed and trotted after Lance as he crossed the apartment.
Lance giggled, slipping behind the bathroom door but holding it cracked open an inch. He smiled at Ashton with his pouty, kissable lips. “You know, the boss. Mister Kent.”
“I’m not saving myself for—”
Ashton blinked at the closed door. Why in the world would Lance think he was interested in his boss? Sure, the man was handsome as sin, but he was also an egomaniac and tyrant. Why only yesterday, he’d…
Hot blood scorched Ashton’s neck and face, his arm tingling where Morgan Kent had gripped it, towering over him.
The man had bent to his ear, swamping Ashton’s senses with subtle cologne and a hint of sweat as he’d whispered, “If you can’t type a simple letter without mistakes, I’ll find a secretary who can.” He’d tightened his hand almost painfully on Ashton’s arm. “Or maybe I should just bend you over this desk and smack your ass for each mistake?”
Ashton’s dick jumped at the memory. He told it sternly to behave. “We’re not falling for that bastard. We’ll stick with the sweet boys at the club and call it good.”
What is your character’s name?
*waves* Hello! I’m Lance Vallary. Yes! That’s my real name. Never thought I needed a ‘stage’ name. I love when people come up to me on the street after a show and know my name.
What is your character’s hair color? Eye color?
Lance preens unconsciously, tossing back his ash blond hair and fluttering his long lashes over cornflower blue eyes.
Who are your character’s friends and family? Who do they surround themselves with? Who are the people your character is closest to?
*Lance nibbles his lips* Ashton and Trey are my closest friends and the one’s I hang with the most. Especially Ashton. He’s been my best friend and brother since high school, especially since my own family wants nothing to do with me.
Where does your character go when they’re angry?
When I’m angry or upset, I like to go to the club in the afternoon, before we open, turn on some music, and simply dance, losing myself in the beat and throb of the song. All my worries disappear and I’m just alive and happy, even more so than when I’m having sex.
When has your character been in love? Had a broken heart?
Okay, this is a secret, so you can’t tell anyone. But I’ve been crushing on Ashton for years. I would give anything to sleep with him, but he keeps putting me off. I know I’m not good enough for him, but I’m trying to be. Have I had a broken heart? Not yet, but I will have one if Ashton never wants me. I can’t even think of that…
Fun & In-Depth Questions
What is in your character’s refrigerator right now? On the bedroom floor? In the nightstand? In the garbage can?
*Lance licks his lips* Thanks for reminding me! There’s cherry cheesecake with my name on it in the fridge. Take-out from last night. Maybe yogurt.
As usual, I have a pile of clean laundry on the floor. I had most of it put away, until I needed something to wear to dinner. Oh, and all my makeup is crammed in the nightstand, so there’s nothing naughty in there.
What’s in the garbage can? What a weird question! And no, I’m not going to go look.
Look at your character’s feet. Describe what you see there. Do they wear dress shoes, gym shoes, or none at all? Are they in socks that are ratty and full of holes? Or are they wearing a pair of blue and gold slippers knitted by grandma?
Lance wiggles his toes, admiring the baby blue nail polish before sliding into leather sandals and adding a chain of tiny silver bells around his ankle.
Your character is doing intense spring cleaning. What is easy for them to throw out? What is difficult to part with? Why?
Lance sighs at the piles of clothing littering the bed and dresser and spilling onto the floor. A box stands at the foot of the bed holding a couple of t-shirts and shorts he no longer wants. Does he really need ten pairs of ballet shoes? And he has enough scarves and silk stockings to open his own boutique. He picks up a pair of red short shorts, his gaze going automatically to any number of shirts he could pair them with.
Dammit! He didn’t want to part with any of it. Maybe he could put his clothes in storage until he and Ashton found a bigger apartment?
Dianne grew up in one of the older homes in the middle of Los Angeles, a place of hardwood floors and secret closets and back staircases. A house where ghosts lurk in the basement and the faces in the paintings watch you walk up the front stairs. Rooms where you keep the closet doors closed tight at night. It’s where her love of the mysterious and wonderful came from.
Dianne now lives in the beautiful Willamette Valley of Oregon with her incredibly patient husband, who puts up with the endless hours she spends hunched over the keyboard letting her characters play. She says Oregon’s raindrops are the perfect setting in which to write. There’s something about being cooped up in the house with a fire crackling on the hearth and a cup of hot coffee warming her hands, which kindles her imagination.
Currently, Dianne works as a floral designer in a locally-owned gift shop. Which is the perfect job for her. When not writing, she can express herself through the rich colors and textures of flowers and foliage.