Even Jerks Fall in Love
Hello and welcome to the Love, Hypothetically Blog Tour Spectacular! *confetti*
From August 27th through the 31st, I’ll be visiting blogs and posting tidbits about my new release, Love, Hypothetically—the second volume in the Theta Alpha Gamma series, begun with Frat Boy and Toppy. To see a schedule of the tour, check out my website.
Over the course of the tour, I’ll be asking readers of Love, Hypothetically questions about the new book, and whoever EMAILS all the correct answers to me at anneATanneteninoDOTcom will be entered into a drawing for the Blog Tour Prize—the PICNIC PRIZE PACK: a picnic tote, two “unbreakable” champagne glasses, and an autographed copy of Frat Boy and Toppy. This unusual prize honors Trevor from Love, Hypothetically, who makes a picnic lunch for Paul in an effort to woo him. Similarly, I am wooing you, my lurvely readers.
All righty, I suppose it’s time to begin the party, hmm? Let the Love, Hypothetically Blog Tour Spectacular! *confetti* begin!
In Frat Boy and Toppy, Paul is a complete asshat. In Love, Hypothetically, Paul is somewhat redeemed and likable.
When I initially developed the character for the first book in the TAG series, I never intend for Paul to be likable. FB&T required someone to be a jerk, and Paul seemed like a good choice—he was a secondary character and proximal to Sebastian. I figured after FB&T, he would either go away forever, or feature as the obligatory villain-esque character in future books in the Theta Alpha Gamma (TAG) series. Back then, it didn’t cross my mind that I might write a story for Paul.
Then people started asking for his story. Seriously? Paul? I will admit to being mildly horrified. But even Jambrea Jo Jones said, “I kinda want Paul” to get a story.
But, I sputter-thought to myself, the dude’s not even likeable! Then my extended family came to visit, and I was reminded of one incontrovertible truth: being likeable isn’t a requirement for finding someone to love you. There are serial killers out there who were married, after all, some of whom got married in prison after being convicted. I’m not going to talk about the special brand of crazy that leads to finding a convicted murderer (or some of my relatives) good husband material. Paul isn’t that severe an ass, so suddenly making him a character people wanted to see fall in love didn’t seem that hard.
Still, it was important to me that Paul didn’t suddenly become loveable and sweet—that would be unbelievable, for one thing, but more importantly, I find him amusing as a jerk. He’s fun to write as an ass, largely because he knows he’s one. Instead, I went for the sympathy factor—I explained how he became a jerk, and why it was possibly forgivable for him to have done some of the things that he did.
If you’ve read Love, Hypothetically, you know that—like much teenage social trauma—Paul’s jerkiness came about through a locker room sex incident in high school. If you haven’t read it, hopefully that will pique your interest. If you find yourself wondering, “Huh. How bad was this locker room incident? Was it really enough to make a man a jock-and-frat-boy-hating-geek even ten years later?” my advice to you is to read the book. 😉
If you have read the book, and you’re gunning for the Picnic Prize Pack, here’s the second of three questions you will need to answer in an email to me (address in the intro) in order to get in on the drawing: What’s the name of the guy Trevor lived with when he was playing Major League Baseball?
NOTE: The Picnic Prize Pack winner will be announced Tuesday, September 3, and readers have until midnight (PDT, GMT -7) September 2nd to email all the correct answers to me. I encourage participants to email all the answers in one email, since that makes it less likely I’ll overlook an answer and think someone didn’t get them all in. You can, of course, choose to send an individual email with each answer, but then you’re at the mercy of my wandering attention and potential to make mistakes. Actually, you’re at the mercy of them, anyway. Huh. Well, I promise to do my best…
This contest and prize are open to readers from any country. If you live outside the US and you don’t want to take chances with shipping a package to wherever you are, we can talk about other options should you win (like copies of the rest of the series? IDK, we’ll chat).
Good luck, everyone! Now let the games begin!
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Love, Hypothetically Blurb—
Paul’s been called many things—graduate student, humanities tutor, jock-hater, even broke—but “forgiving” isn’t one of them. When the new women’s softball coach at Calapooya College specifically requests Paul to tutor his athletes, Paul’s forced to put aside his strict “no athletes” policy for the sake of his paycheck.
Enter Trevor Gardiner, former Major League Baseball player and Paul’s high school boyfriend. Yeah, that one—the guy who sacrificed Paul for the safety of his closet and his future career. But Trevor’s come out and retired from baseball, and now he’s looking for forgiveness and a second chance.
There’s no earthly reason Paul should give him one, but he keeps letting the man state his case. And touch him. And take him sailing. The waters are far from smooth, though, and Paul says awful things to Trevor he isn’t sure he means. Now Paul has to decide: apologize and forgive Trevor for everything, or chalk it up as revenge and move on.
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Raised on a steady media diet of Monty Python, classical music and the visual arts, Anne Tenino rocked the mental health world when she was the first patient diagnosed with Compulsive Romantic Disorder. Since that day, Anne has taken on conquering the M/M world through therapeutic writing. Finding out who those guys having sex in her head are and what to do with them has been extremely liberating.
Anne’s husband finds it liberating as well, although in a somewhat different way. Her two daughters are mildly confused by Anne’s need to twist Ken dolls into odd positions. They were raised to be open-minded children, however, and other than occasionally stealing Ken1’s strap-on, they let Mom do her thing without interference.
When not writing, Anne lies on the couch, eats bonbons and shirks housework.
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