Crawl in Bed with AM Leibowitz And Passing on Faith #authorinterview #mmromance

Crawling Into Bed with A. M. Leibowitz
And a Good Book

Important things first, are these sheets silk or cotton?
Flannel! I know, I know…not sexy. But it’s November in western New York. It’s cold!
What are you wearing?
I have these divinely soft black pajama pants, a cami, an old fleece sweatshirt, and a pair of fuzzy socks. Did I mention I get cold?
What are we snacking on in bed while we read tonight?
How about animal crackers and hot cocoa? Whipped cream, no marshmallows. I am all about comfort and warmth (seriously, it’s cold).
If I open this nightstand drawer, what will I find?
Baby powder, hand cream, and my favorite perfume. I also have a couple of fairly vanilla sex toys and some lube. It will not surprise anyone after my previous answers to learn that it’s warming gel.
Do you roll up in the blankets like a burrito, or kick the covers off during the night?
Neither, actually. I like the covers tucked under my chin but not wrapped around me. There’s no need—I have a heated blanket.
Can I put my cold feet on your calves to warm them up?
Good luck…I’m more like an air conditioning unit. You’d get more warmth from a glacier.
What are we reading?

Book Name: Passing on Faith

Series: In Good Faith
Book: Two – can be read as a standalone
Following his father’s death, Micah Forbes believes he can finally put the family who rejected him and their religious bigotry behind him. In a cruel twist, his older brother calls to tell him he’s inherited their father’s abandoned vacation home.
Micah discovers the house comes complete with a long list of repairs, boxes full of family secrets, and a handful of quirky neighbors. Despite not wanting to get in too deep, he can’t help the spark of interest stirred when the sexy redhead next door offers his help. Everything about the enigmatic Cat Rowland throws Micah off-balance, from his gender-bending sense of fashion to his handy repair skills to his deep spirituality. Before long, Micah is swept up by Cat and his friends, but Cat himself keeps his heart carefully protected.
When Micah’s past and his present collide in a painful way, his self-destructive coping habits threaten to overwhelm him. To save himself, he needs to open his soul and let someone in. Cat has the key to unlock him, if he can let down his guard and trust his faith enough to catch Micah as he falls.
Pages or Words: 276 pages, approximately 96,000 words

Categories: Contemporary, Fiction, Gay Fiction, Trans*, Religious/Spiritual

Micah decided he would sit right there until he was struck with a brilliant plan for how to manage his misfortune. It might have been a whole two minutes before someone knocked on the front door. Huffing, he rose and went to answer it.
He nearly groaned when he saw who it was. Cat, his oddly chipper neighbor, was back. He had a glass of what might have been lemonade in his hand and a lopsided smile on his face. When he looked up at Micah, his expression changed. His smile slid away and his eyes widened.
“You okay?” he asked.
Micah ran a hand through his hair and contemplated telling Cat it was just allergies. Instead, something made him say, “No. I am not okay. But if you want to come in and sit on my couch, risking black lung from all the dust, by all means.” He stood aside and swept his hand, indicating Cat should join him.
Hesitantly, Cat stepped over the threshold. He extended the glass to Micah. “Thought you could use this. Maybe you need something stronger, though.”
Micah snorted. “Yeah, probably, except I don’t drink.” He accepted the lemonade and took a sip. The tart liquid was refreshingly cool against his burning throat. “Thanks for this.” He tilted the glass toward Cat.
Cat grinned. “I was a little worried for a minute there. Want to tell me about it?”
Micah sighed heavily. “I inherited this house. My father just died.”
“I’m sorry,” Cat said, his voice soft and warm.
“I’m not.”

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Meet the author:
A. M. Leibowitz is a queer spouse, parent, feminist, and book-lover falling somewhere on the Geek-Nerd Spectrum. She keeps warm through the long, cold western New York winters by writing about life, relationships, hope, and happy-for-now endings. In between noveling and editing, she blogs coffee-fueled, quirky commentary on faith, culture, writing, and her family.

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Publisher: Supposed Crimes LLC (Acquitted Books) http://www.supposedcrimes.com/
Cover Artist: Stacy O’Steen

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Micah stared up at the old house. It was nicer than he’d remembered, at least on the outside—other than the overgrown lawn and garden. He wondered if there was a lawn mower in the shed. Then he wondered if there was a shed. Just one more thing to worry about. At least he had the entire summer to figure out what he did and didn’t have available to him.

His mind ran through all the possible scenarios of what could go wrong during his tenure there, from the house falling down around him to his friends having a crisis while he was unavailable. He tried not to imagine that the students renting his own home had merely been putting up a front and were actually throwing a wild party even as Micah stood on the front porch of the lake house. None of that would do; they were his way of finding excuses not to stay in Concordia.

While he was thinking about all of that, a voice behind him said, “Hey, there.”

Micah nearly jumped out of his skin. He turned around slowly and came face-to-face with a gingery-blond young man. He was average height, perhaps an inch or two shorter than Micah, and had a wiry build. There was a dusting of freckles across his pale skin, and he had a row of small hoops down one ear. In the other ear, he wore a dangling earring that looked like some kind of leaf. He had on a trendy pair of black knee-length pants and a fitted white t-shirt with a rock band logo Micah didn’t recognize. His gray-green eyes were wide and held a spark of mischief, and his mouth curled upward in a charming smirk.

For a moment, Micah was disarmed, but he quickly recovered himself so as not to be caught staring. He made only a half-hearted attempt to return the smile. He reminded himself he didn’t want to get to know the neighbors—he was just there to fix up the property and sell it. People would only complicate that process.

“Uh, hi,” Micah said. He tried to think of something to tell the young man to get him to go away.

“I’m Cat Rowland. I live next door.” He extended his hand.

Reluctantly, Micah accepted it. “Micah Forbes.” He frowned in confusion. Before he could stop himself, he said, “Your name is really Cat?”

Cat laughed. “Sort of. My baby sister couldn’t say my name, so she always called me Cat—no idea why. My mother always joked that I had nine lives, so it stuck. Good thing, because I hate my real name.”

“I take it you’re not going to tell me what it is, then.” Curiosity had the better of Micah, despite his instinct to tell this guy to shut the hell up and go away.

Shrugging, Cat replied, “I don’t mind. My given name’s Becket.”

“Like the playwright?”

“No, as in Thomas √† Becket, archbishop of Canterbury. My parents are weird.”

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