The Infinite Onion by
Alice Archer
Publisher: Shine Even If
Release Date: March 31, 2020
Length (Print &
Ebook): Print: 388 pages
Subgenre: Contemporary gay romance
Pre-order now: alicearcher.com/book/the-infinite-onion
Book synopsis:
The truth is harder to hide when someone sharp starts poking around.
Grant Eastbrook hit
the ground crawling after his wife kicked him out. Six months later, in Seattle
without a job or a place to live, he escapes to the woods of nearby Vashon
Island to consider his options. When he’s found sleeping outdoors by a cheerful
man who seems bent on irritating him to death, Grant’s plans to resuscitate his
life take a peculiar turn.
Oliver Rossi knows
how to keep his fears at bay. He’s had years of practice. As a local eccentric
and artist, he works from his funky home in the deep woods, where he thinks he
has everything he needs. Then he rescues an angry man from a rainy ditch and
discovers a present worth fighting the past for.
Amid the buzz of high
summer, unwelcome attraction blooms on a playing field of barbs, defenses, and
secrets.
Book Reveal Excerpt:
GRANT
I looked up at the
voice for the first time and discovered my vision had gone monochromatic while
I slept. Amused copper eyes in a tanned face surrounded by a reddish-brown
beard and moustache. Auburn hair, tendrils fallen from a messy topknot. All
against a backdrop of gray clouds.
The man’s mischievous
expression pulled me toward something I hadn’t wanted in a long while, not
since before I met Laura. He made me want to hold my breath and make a wish.
“Cozy ditch?” The
man’s eyes twinkled.
“Ditch?”
“Activate more brain
cells, Ophelia. It’s going to pour in two minutes, and we have a bit of a ride.
Hop to it.”
A fat plop of rain
landed between my eyebrows.
“Oh, that landed
right on your third eye. You’ve been anointed. Arise!”
“Do we know each other?” I grumbled, too
annoyed to be polite.
The man didn’t answer
except to hold out a long arm covered with black tattoos of ferns. I didn’t
know what to call the tattoo style—tribal art, prehistoric cave painting, and
Renaissance masterpiece, all rolled into one. I couldn’t tear my eyes away.
“Drug hangover?” The
man asked. “Lost your meds? Escaped a cult? Whatever it is, your first step to
a solution is to get vertical.”
It bothered me that
the host of the strange reality I’d woken to seemed to think I needed to be
rescued, even if I did.
About Alice Archer:
Alice has questions. Lots of
questions. Scheming to put fictional characters through the muck so they can
get to a better place helps her heal and find answers. She shares her stories
with the hope that others might find some healing too. For decades, Alice has
messed about with words professionally, as an editor and writing coach. She
also travels a bunch. Her home base is Eugene, Oregon.
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