A big welcome to A. Zukowski as part of his blog tour for Liam for Hire from Beaten Track Publishing.
Liam For Hire by A. Zukowski
Release 24 August 2018.
Beaten Track Publishing
76,000 words/270 pages
ISBN 13: 9781786452450
Tags: gay, contemporary romance, LGBTQ, MM, age gap, new adult, homeless, prostitution, sex trade, bereavement
A gay novel
Liam Murphy has kicked his drug habit and now pays for the high living costs in London as an escort. His life is finally in balance. His only problem is that he obsesses about the minimum number of times he has to bend over to make ends meet. As long as he has his emotions under control, it’ll be fine. That’s what Liam keeps telling himself until he meets the young widower Alastair, also known as Ali, whose emerald eyes remind him of Ireland.
“I…I want us to have sex as though we’re making love.”
Making love? Jaysus.
I scratch my head. “Okay. You mean more kisses and shit?”
“And shit.” His face lights up and he looks about ten years younger. “Like cuddles.”
Featuring Liam from The Boy Who Fell to Earth.
This title contains material some may find objectionable or trigger-inducing: mature content, drug use, suicidal thoughts.
Featuring Liam from The Boy Who Fell to Earth, but it is a standalone. This title contains material some may find objectionable or trigger-inducing: mature content, drug use, suicidal thoughts.
Five copies of e-book of Liam For Hire
23 August-10 September 2018 (Eastern Time, US & Canada)
About A. Zukowski
I am a London-based British writer who grew up in the gay village and red light district of Manchester, UK.
I was trained in screenwriting at the University of the Arts, London; National Film & Television School and Script Factory, UK, followed by a series of misadventures as a film journalist, writer and producer of short films. My stories are based on personal and emotional experiences, and feature strong LGBTQ-identified characters.
Ali frowns. “You seem surprised.”
That makes me laugh. “Sorry. I kinda expected you to do something sensible, like working in an office or accounting or some shit. Maybe a school teacher.” I can’t help the chuckling. Usually my johns’ personal lives present little interest to me. I shouldn’t try to guess what they do. Appearances can be deceptive. I don’t think deeply about most of them. Ali is an exception, though he isn’t someone I’d normally go for. It’s not only his age but he’s gorgeous, well-dressed and appears to be highly educated. Class. That’s it. Compared to me, Ali is a class above. No doubt about it. There’s no way someone like Ali will be interested in me. Yet, I’m sitting here and I want to know his personal history. That’s intimacy at a level I’m not sure I’ll be comfortable with.
“That’s…” He looks pained, biting his lip. “I’m insulted that you think I’m a boring office worker or a stuffy teacher!” But then he regards me for a second. He can see the funny side and he joins me, giving me a face-splitting laugh.
I grimace. “Sorry. I’m not insinuating that you’re dull. But you’ve got a proper well-paid job. I don’t associate with people like you.” The more I find out about him, the more I realise that he’s a seriously cool guy under the clean-cut appearance.
“People like me, aye? There goes the theory that I’m rather unique.” The smile on his face reaches everywhere, showing much amusement.
I kiss him lightly, tasting the hint of dark beer on his lips. “Of course you are. Of course.”
He laughs, enjoying our silly conversation. “Is that what you tell everyone?”
“No, I don’t tell anyone anything.” Flattery is not my strong suit. Besides, Sash used to say I was the most tactless guy around and he was not wrong.
Ali shakes his head, still chuckling.
“If you’re in showbiz, how come you’re so fucking shy about being gay?” I am guessing that people in film are flamboyant by nature. I try to imagine him with these creative types, but he is not like how I picture that kind of people. He is so not Tinseltown. Perhaps the London scene is different.
He sets his beer down. “I’m not shy about being gay, Liam. I’m shy. Period. The job is perfect for a computer nerd. I’m not an actor. I’m the guy thirty steps away from the finished product. I’m the man who draws Shrek’s nose hair.”
“You did that? That’s way too cool.” I snigger. I had a computer when I was at home in Ireland, but I wouldn’t know anything about being a nerd.
“No, I didn’t. I was giving you an example.” He laughs so hard his face has turned red.