IT'S LAUNCH DAY!
The wait is over—The Photograph, the next thrilling installment of The Techboys Series, is finally here! I couldn't be more excited to share it with you all. Want to know what readers are saying? Check out the reviews below!
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"If you’re looking for a realistic take on love in the face of struggle, this book is for you. Charming and authentic characters, humor and heart. All the makings of a five-star read!"
Keely Stephens, Author
"This book made me smile, laugh, gasp, tear up and curse."
Amanda, Book Blogger
"Here we are again, another amazing addition to the Techboys series! Eve outdoes herself every time. I devoured Book 4 just as quick as I have the previous stories and I'm waiting impatiently for the next!"
Emma Jay, Book Blogger
"This was just a really lovely, touching story. I was completely hooked - it's officially one of my favorite books this summer."
Amanda Darcy, Romance Author
I have a little sneak peek of what is instore for you below...
I fish my phone out of my pocket and pull up my Grindr account, sinking into the quiet. Ten minutes to browse. And … uh … okay … thirty notifications. Wow. Maybe I went a little crazy with messages in the cab from the airport. I flick to the first guy.
Tattoos. Nice. The message says:
What’s up?
Literally, that’s it. Honest to God, what are guys thinking? Sometimes it’s “Yo.” But, to be fair to him, I check out his picture. He’s wearing no shirt and a cowboy hat with his hand stuffed down his pants. Next.
Oh dear, oh dear.
This one is dressed in a vest pulled up to reveal a six-pack. Impressive, but that’s a red flag. I’ve hooked up with men like this before and abs are too easy to fake in pictures. So much false promise right there.
The third one, oh my God! I cover my eyes and peep through my fingers. He took a photo of his ass? Gross. There’s hair and …
Swipe.
What is that a picture of? Is he holding his …
Swipe.
The fifth one is a bent head of dark curls. No eyes, just the tip of his nose and full lips, sort of squarish. Yum. The message says,
This is my Sunday:
Lazing in bed reading
Heading out for a pastry and taking the dog, Foster, for a walk
Absently talking to Foster and realizing people are looking at me
Wandering in the sunshine
Watching Sex Education all afternoon and getting completely caught up in the gay romance storyline even though it’s not the main story
If you’d like to share a Sunday with me, get in touch.
Interesting. Unusual response for Grindr. I pause, humming. I quite like the sound of Mr. Sunday.
Hi Mr. Sunday, I start typing, here’s my Sunday:
Wake up in a big bed with two guys somewhere across town
Roll over and realize I’m still wearing a condom
Try and sneak out before anyone wakes, only to be told to “be quiet when I’m leaving”
Pull my clothes on from the heap on the floor, realize I can’t find my boxers and that I should have taken a shower
Catch sight of myself in the mirror in the elevator and notice that my hair is standing on end and I have love bites all over my neck. Sure enough, I can remember some guy sucking on me like a vampire.
Wondering if that guy really was a vampire because I’ve read too many of those kinds of books and have started to believe they’re real
Staring at the jeans I’m wearing in an Uber and realizing they don’t belong to me
If this isn’t TMI for you, I’d love to meet.
I grin. If he wants to get together after that word vomit, then it’s game on.
I hope that gave you a little taste of what's in store. Remember to leave a review and let me know what you think—I love hearing from my readers.
Love,
Eve x
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