Megan Erickson Trust the Focus (In Focus #1) @MeganErickson_

Megan Erickson

Trust the Focus (In Focus #1)

March 17, 2015

Blurb:

With his college graduation gown expertly pitched into the trash, Justin Akron is ready for the road trip he planned with his best friend Landry— and ready for one last summer of escape from his mother’s controlling grip. Climbing into the Winnebago his father left him, they set out across America in search of the sites his father had captured through the lens of his Nikon.

As an aspiring photographer, Justin can think of no better way to honor his father’s memory than to scatter his ashes at the sites he held sacred. And there’s no one Justin would rather share the experience with more than Landry.

But Justin knows he can’t escape forever. Eventually he’ll have to return home and join his mother’s Senate campaign. Nor can he escape the truth of who he is, and the fact that he’s in love with his out-and-proud travel companion.

Admitting what he wants could hurt his mother’s conservative political career. But with every click of his shutter and every sprinkle of ash, Justin can’t resist Landry’s pull. And when the truth comes into focus, neither is prepared for the secrets the other is hiding.

Goodreads:

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EXCERPT 

When I stepped out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around my waist, Landry was awake, lying on his stomach, hands folded beneath his chin. Shit, had he heard anything? I wondered if my skin showed a blush. I guess I could have blamed it on the hot water. His eyes roamed my chest and I gritted my teeth.

“Hey, a shower would be awesome.”

I pointed to the bathroom behind me as he hopped off the bed. “All yours. I might have taken all the hot water.” Might have. Probably definitely did.

“Dick,” he said, smacking my ass as he walked by me.

The door shut behind him and I let out a ragged breath.

I pulled on a pair of jeans, a T-shirt, sweatshirt, and boots, because it was still cool in Washington in May. I shoved the bed back into a sofa so we’d have room to move around. Then I whipped up some scrambled eggs for us and popped a couple of bagels in the toaster we’d brought along.

Landry rested his chin on my shoulder as I piled some eggs on plates, startling me since I hadn’t heard the bathroom door.

“You want some eggs?” I asked.

“Sounds awesome. Thanks.”

We ate quickly, sitting at the little table across from the stove.

“What a good little RV wife you are,” Landry crooned.

“What? If anyone’s the wife, you’re the wife.”

His eyes narrowed in challenge. “Oh, really? Why? Because I’m gay?”

“No, because I’m driving, so I’m the husband.”

“No, you’re driving because you’re the wife, and I’m the husband who’s better at navigation.”

“You’re also a better cook.”

Landry shoved his legs in a pair of skinny jeans and pulled a long-sleeve T-shirt over his head. “I microwaved food like an eight-year-old. You actually cooked. And the majority of successful chefs are, in fact, male.”

I glared.

He rolled his eyes. “Okay, you’re husband J and I’m husband L.”

Seriously? He’d basically just condensed my life fantasy into one sentence. “Fine, I’m HJ. You’re HL.”

Landry snickered as he slipped his feet into flip-flops. “HJ. You sure you want to claim those initials?”

“What? Why?”

Landry opened up the door to the RV and motioned with his head. “I’m just going to pop into the gas station. And how do you not know this? HJ? Hand job?” He laughed and banged the door shut behind him.

Fuck, I needed another shower.

About the Author:

My first stories written in crayon-scrawl on loose-leaf notebook paper were about my childhood pet — a deaf cat with dandruff. And after covering real-life dramas as a journalist, I decided I liked writing my own endings better and switched to fiction. My romance novels full of humor and heart are a far cry from those early scribblings about my hygiene-deficient pet.

I live in southern Pennsylvania, with my husband, two kids and two cats. I like a good pint of beer, a greasy bacon cheeseburger, homemade mac and cheese, and a great book with a happily ever after. When I’m not tapping away on my laptop, I’m probably listening to the characters in my head who just. Won’t. Shut. Up.

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