When Love Gets Hairy

on Jan 02, 2014 by Jacob Flores

Hello, everyone. I’m Jacob Z. Flores, and I’m so glad to be back here at fellow author Michael Rupured’s blog. Since this is my second time here, I guess I didn’t make too much of a nuisance of myself during my last stop back in November. Yay!

So why am I back? Well, Michael has graciously offered to be the second stop on my blog tour promoting my latest release, When Love Gets Hairy, which is the third book of my Provincetown Series. The Provincetown books don’t have to be read in order (in case you were wondering). The main characters in one book become the supporting characters in other books, so you can read them in any order you want. Pretty neat, right?

As for my blog post today, I thought I’d tackle a fun and interesting subject that most gay men, and those who love us, are familiar with. It’s called Grindr.

For those of you not in the know, Grindr is a gay dating hookup app that many homosexual men have installed on their phones. It’s like Facebook but without all the status updates and annoying pictures of cats.

While Grindr may not offer a bevy of cute animal pics, it more than makes up for the lack of kitty with the abundance of dogs and buns on non-stop parade.

You see most men post nude to semi-nude pictures of themselves (or what they claim they look like) in an effort to snag a trick, and a trick can be had anywhere.

Stuck in an airport and need a quickie? Log onto Grindr and you’ll find someone a few gates away needing to stow his baggage in your compartment. Trapped at the mall with your BFF, who is searching for the perfect pair of jeans, open up the app and you’ll find someone shopping at the Gap, who’s willing to fill your—well, you get the idea.

Grindr has become so popular it has spawned a whole slew of similar apps—Scruff, Mister, and Jack’d to name a few. And why have these apps become so popular? Well, when has getting off ever been unpopular for men?

These apps are all about sex, and we all know how well sex sells. Hell, I write about gay romance, so I know a bit about sex and its selling qualities.

But what about love? While sex is most definitely fun, can apps like Grindr bring true love?

Many will say no. Grindr and its ilk are solely for guys who want to get off with as many guys as possible or for men who are married and on the down low. There is definitely truth to that statement. Many men use these apps for strictly just sex.

But I’m in the minority who believe apps like Grindr can ultimately lead to love. After all, we are in the most technologically advanced era society has ever known. Everything has gone digital, so why not love?

Amid the never-ending headless torsos that populate the main screen of these apps exist real people, who are looking for real connections. Perhaps they are like me and not good at the clubs. Far too shy to walk up to another man and ask to buy him a drink. But online, they are more confident and carefree. They are able to initiate a conversation without stuttering or stammering. They can be the poised, confident man they have always been but have never been able to outwardly express.

That’s why I have had the characters in my books use a Grindr-like app I call Cyber. Justin, Spencer, and Dutch from 3 used it; Matt from The Gifted One mentioned being previously addicted to it; and Gil and Tom from Chasing the Sun found each other through it. Even Nino Santos, the main character from my current release When Love Gets Hairy, logs onto Cyber trying to find his Mr. Right Now.

For these men, Cyber is a stepping-stone on the path toward true love. What starts as a search for sex leads to more than any of them bargained for. Isn’t that the way real life works?

Before I go, I want to thank everyone who stopped by today. It’s been fun.

For those interested, I have included a blurb and excerpt below. Additionally, as part of my blog tour I’m hosting a giveaway. 

The When Love Gets Hairy Giveaway Contest

All you have to do is leave a comment to this post, and your name is entered to win one of eight cool prizes, including books from my backlist to gift cards from Amazon to some of my author swag.

 

When Love Gets Hairy

As vain as he is beautiful, Nino Santos happily lives life waiting for the next ferry full of fairies to bring him new conquests. As long as they aren’t hirsute, he’s all in. So he’s shocked to wake up after a beach party he cannot remember with a hairy naked man lying next to him.

Teddy Miller doesn’t remember the “Bear Week” party either, much less the Abercrombie & Fitch model wannabe next to him. Teddy doesn’t give two cents about appearances, but guys like Abercrombie don’t return the favor. That’s why he prefers men with extra fur and padding over carbon copy clones of perfection—a type of man Teddy is far too familiar with.

When Nino and Teddy glimpse each other the next morning, it’s loathing at first sight. Instead of exchanging phone numbers, they exchange insults and vow never to see each other again. In Provincetown, however, escaping a trick best forgotten isn’t easy. Mutual friends and chance circumstances keep Nino and Teddy in each other’s orbit. But are they fighting each other or the attraction growing between them? The answer lies amid Provincetown’s windswept dunes and the night neither of them can recall.

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Excerpt

Nino didn’t have time for this. He had a trick to get to and pound the shit out of, but this damned French bulldog wouldn’t leave him alone. No matter how many times he told it to shoo, it arfed at him and continued to follow him down Commercial Street.

He had to admit the little guy was cute.

His squashed nose and huge-ass ears made him giggle, even though he was also making Nino late for his Cyber fuck.

“All right, boy,” Nino said as he turned to face the dog. “You need to go back to your owner. Now.”

The dog sat down in front of him. He was apparently going nowhere. Typical bulldog. Stubborn to the core.

“You’re not a very good dog, are you?”

His new furry friend arfed in response. When did he suddenly become irresistible to the short and the hairy?

Nino walked a couple of steps backward, testing to see if he could move without being followed, but the persistent pup matched his steps. When he stopped, the dog stopped. Evidently, he wasn’t going anywhere without a shadow.

He surveyed the crowd of bears who streamed around him in hairy packs. He scanned the crowd, looking for a frantic owner searching the street for his lost baby. He could find no panicked, wide eyes anywhere.

“Apparently no one’s missing you,” Nino announced to the dog that looked up at him and snuffed. “Did your owner abandon you because you’re a pain in the ass?”

At this, the dog arfed again and then proceeded to sniff his leg. He inhaled at his flesh so roughly that he sprayed Nino’s leg with dog snot.

“That’s gross,” Nino said as he wiped his leg. “I’m used to sharing a drink with a new boy before he splooges all over me. And you, my friend, are definitely not my type.”

Undeterred, the dog continued his sniffing quest. Apparently, Nino had picked up some scent his new pal liked.

“Cute dog,” some random bear commented.

“He’s not mine,” Nino responded. “You want him?”

The man didn’t reply. He simply smiled and waved good-bye to him and his furry little stalker.

“Not even strangers want you,” Nino said as he looked downward. The dog’s brown eyes stared up at him with complete and utter devotion. “Why are you looking at me like that, you crazy dog? You don’t even know me.”

His friend sniffed the air around Nino and chuffed. If Nino didn’t know any better, he’d have said that the dog was arguing with him. As if he knew Nino by smell alone, which was entirely impossible.

“All right. You win.” Nino sat down on the curb, and the pooch immediately crawled onto his lap, making himself at home. “Jeez, you’re worse than most of the guys I meet. Crawling on my junk the first chance you get.”

He stroked the pooch’s back and then scratched at his backside, which elicited a dreamy stare from the Frenchie. He apparently enjoyed butt play. A dog after his own heart. “I guess you’re not too bad.”

As he continued to dole out the loving the dog craved, Nino searched the dog for identification. “You don’t have a tag. That means you’ve got a dumbass for an owner.”

His friend snorted.

“You don’t like when I talk about your master, huh?”

His reply was a snuff.

“Okay, fine. I won’t call your owner names. Even though he is a dumbass.”

The dog once again snorted a mist of dog boogers. This time in Nino’s face.

“You did that on purpose. Didn’t you, you little fucker?”

Suddenly, the dog’s ears perked up, and he looked back down Commercial. “What do you hear, boy? Is that your owner?”

“Louie!” A voice called out. The panic was unmistakable.

“Here, Louie, Louie,” someone else said. The voice belonged to a woman. Probably some straight couple who came to P-town to gawk at the gays.

The dog, who he suspected was called Louie, continued to stare through the crowd of bears, sniffing the air. He was apparently waiting for his owner to appear, so Nino joined him. Who was the idiot who had taken his dog out without a leash or a dog tag?

Whoever they were, he planned to give them hell for making him late for the hookup he desperately needed.

Hello, everyone. I’m Jacob Z. Flores, and I’m so glad to be back here at fellow author Michael Rupured’s blog. Since this is my second time here, I guess I didn’t make too much of a nuisance of myself during my last stop back in November. Yay!

So why am I back? Well, Michael has graciously offered to be the second stop on my blog tour promoting my latest release, When Love Gets Hairy, which is the third book of my Provincetown Series. The Provincetown books don’t have to be read in order (in case you were wondering). The main characters in one book become the supporting characters in other books, so you can read them in any order you want. Pretty neat, right?

As for my blog post today, I thought I’d tackle a fun and interesting subject that most gay men, and those who love us, are familiar with. It’s called Grindr.

For those of you not in the know, Grindr is a gay dating hookup app that many homosexual men have installed on their phones. It’s like Facebook but without all the status updates and annoying pictures of cats.

While Grindr may not offer a bevy of cute animal pics, it more than makes up for the lack of kitty with the abundance of dogs and buns on non-stop parade.

You see most men post nude to semi-nude pictures of themselves (or what they claim they look like) in an effort to snag a trick, and a trick can be had anywhere.

Stuck in an airport and need a quickie? Log onto Grindr and you’ll find someone a few gates away needing to stow his baggage in your compartment. Trapped at the mall with your BFF, who is searching for the perfect pair of jeans, open up the app and you’ll find someone shopping at the Gap, who’s willing to fill your—well, you get the idea.

Grindr has become so popular it has spawned a whole slew of similar apps—Scruff, Mister, and Jack’d to name a few. And why have these apps become so popular? Well, when has getting off ever been unpopular for men?

These apps are all about sex, and we all know how well sex sells. Hell, I write about gay romance, so I know a bit about sex and its selling qualities.

But what about love? While sex is most definitely fun, can apps like Grindr bring true love?

Many will say no. Grindr and its ilk are solely for guys who want to get off with as many guys as possible or for men who are married and on the down low. There is definitely truth to that statement. Many men use these apps for strictly just sex.

But I’m in the minority who believe apps like Grindr can ultimately lead to love. After all, we are in the most technologically advanced era society has ever known. Everything has gone digital, so why not love?

Amid the never-ending headless torsos that populate the main screen of these apps exist real people, who are looking for real connections. Perhaps they are like me and not good at the clubs. Far too shy to walk up to another man and ask to buy him a drink. But online, they are more confident and carefree. They are able to initiate a conversation without stuttering or stammering. They can be the poised, confident man they have always been but have never been able to outwardly express.

That’s why I have had the characters in my books use a Grindr-like app I call Cyber. Justin, Spencer, and Dutch from 3 used it; Matt from The Gifted One mentioned being previously addicted to it; and Gil and Tom from Chasing the Sun found each other through it. Even Nino Santos, the main character from my current release When Love Gets Hairy, logs onto Cyber trying to find his Mr. Right Now.

For these men, Cyber is a stepping-stone on the path toward true love. What starts as a search for sex leads to more than any of them bargained for. Isn’t that the way real life works?

Before I go, I want to thank everyone who stopped by today. It’s been fun.

For those interested, I have included a blurb and excerpt below. Additionally, as part of my blog tour I’m hosting a giveaway. 

The When Love Gets Hairy Giveaway Contest

All you have to do is leave a comment to this post, and your name is entered to win one of eight cool prizes, including books from my backlist to gift cards from Amazon to some of my author swag.

 


When Love Gets Hairy

As vain as he is beautiful, Nino Santos happily lives life waiting for the next ferry full of fairies to bring him new conquests. As long as they aren’t hirsute, he’s all in. So he’s shocked to wake up after a beach party he cannot remember with a hairy naked man lying next to him.

Teddy Miller doesn’t remember the “Bear Week” party either, much less the Abercrombie & Fitch model wannabe next to him. Teddy doesn’t give two cents about appearances, but guys like Abercrombie don’t return the favor. That’s why he prefers men with extra fur and padding over carbon copy clones of perfection—a type of man Teddy is far too familiar with.

When Nino and Teddy glimpse each other the next morning, it’s loathing at first sight. Instead of exchanging phone numbers, they exchange insults and vow never to see each other again. In Provincetown, however, escaping a trick best forgotten isn’t easy. Mutual friends and chance circumstances keep Nino and Teddy in each other’s orbit. But are they fighting each other or the attraction growing between them? The answer lies amid Provincetown’s windswept dunes and the night neither of them can recall.


Excerpt from When Love Gets Hairy:

Nino didn’t have time for this. He had a trick to get to and pound the shit out of, but this damned French bulldog wouldn’t leave him alone. No matter how many times he told it to shoo, it arfed at him and continued to follow him down Commercial Street.

He had to admit the little guy was cute.

His squashed nose and huge-ass ears made him giggle, even though he was also making Nino late for his Cyber fuck.

“All right, boy,” Nino said as he turned to face the dog. “You need to go back to your owner. Now.”

The dog sat down in front of him. He was apparently going nowhere. Typical bulldog. Stubborn to the core.

“You’re not a very good dog, are you?”

His new furry friend arfed in response. When did he suddenly become irresistible to the short and the hairy?

Nino walked a couple of steps backward, testing to see if he could move without being followed, but the persistent pup matched his steps. When he stopped, the dog stopped. Evidently, he wasn’t going anywhere without a shadow.

He surveyed the crowd of bears who streamed around him in hairy packs. He scanned the crowd, looking for a frantic owner searching the street for his lost baby. He could find no panicked, wide eyes anywhere.

“Apparently no one’s missing you,” Nino announced to the dog that looked up at him and snuffed. “Did your owner abandon you because you’re a pain in the ass?”

At this, the dog arfed again and then proceeded to sniff his leg. He inhaled at his flesh so roughly that he sprayed Nino’s leg with dog snot.

“That’s gross,” Nino said as he wiped his leg. “I’m used to sharing a drink with a new boy before he splooges all over me. And you, my friend, are definitely not my type.”

Undeterred, the dog continued his sniffing quest. Apparently, Nino had picked up some scent his new pal liked.

“Cute dog,” some random bear commented.

“He’s not mine,” Nino responded. “You want him?”

The man didn’t reply. He simply smiled and waved good-bye to him and his furry little stalker.

“Not even strangers want you,” Nino said as he looked downward. The dog’s brown eyes stared up at him with complete and utter devotion. “Why are you looking at me like that, you crazy dog? You don’t even know me.”

His friend sniffed the air around Nino and chuffed. If Nino didn’t know any better, he’d have said that the dog was arguing with him. As if he knew Nino by smell alone, which was entirely impossible.

“All right. You win.” Nino sat down on the curb, and the pooch immediately crawled onto his lap, making himself at home. “Jeez, you’re worse than most of the guys I meet. Crawling on my junk the first chance you get.”

He stroked the pooch’s back and then scratched at his backside, which elicited a dreamy stare from the Frenchie. He apparently enjoyed butt play. A dog after his own heart. “I guess you’re not too bad.”

As he continued to dole out the loving the dog craved, Nino searched the dog for identification. “You don’t have a tag. That means you’ve got a dumbass for an owner.”

His friend snorted.

“You don’t like when I talk about your master, huh?”

His reply was a snuff.

“Okay, fine. I won’t call your owner names. Even though he is a dumbass.”

The dog once again snorted a mist of dog boogers. This time in Nino’s face.

“You did that on purpose. Didn’t you, you little fucker?”

Suddenly, the dog’s ears perked up, and he looked back down Commercial. “What do you hear, boy? Is that your owner?”

“Louie!” A voice called out. The panic was unmistakable.

“Here, Louie, Louie,” someone else said. The voice belonged to a woman. Probably some straight couple who came to P-town to gawk at the gays.

The dog, who he suspected was called Louie, continued to stare through the crowd of bears, sniffing the air. He was apparently waiting for his owner to appear, so Nino joined him. Who was the idiot who had taken his dog out without a leash or a dog tag?

Whoever they were, he planned to give them hell for making him late for the hookup he desperately needed.

Copyright © 2014 Jacob Flores. All rights reserved.


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19 Comments

  1. Cathy R says:

    Thanks for the education. I knew about grinder (autocorrect!) but not exactly what it was. I got the book yesterday but haven’t had time to read it.

  2. I’m with you Jacob, grindr and its clones are all ways to meet people, and unless you are very lucky Mr Right isn’t just going to materialise out of the ether. You have to be out and about looking at the frogs to find the prince.

  3. Lee says:

    Book sounds great. Will have to get a copy this weekend!

  4. Laurie P says:

    Interesting post. And I finished the book last night, now my favorite in the series.

  5. Lynette says:

    Thanks for the Grindr education, Jacob. I knew it’s use was for gay men to hook-up but not how it worked. Like you, I do believe it is possible to find love that way. It’s definitely not the best route if finding love is your primary focus. But, if you’re looking for a hook-up and are open to the idea that a casual hook-up could turn into something more, it might just work for you. After all, I know a few people who found love in what started out as a bar hook-up. Not the norm but it happens. Why wouldn’t the possibility also exist in the world of Grindr?

    Great excerpt!

  6. Debra E says:

    Just finished the book and really liked it. To me it doesn’t really matter how you wind up meeting someone. Bars, work, apps, you’re still taking the same chance.

  7. jenf27 says:

    I met my Mr. Right before the explosion of social media (yes, I am dating myself), but can see how it could help people meet others the might otherwise never meet – for whatever reasons. Thanks for the blog and contest!

  8. Ashley E says:

    Dog snot! I feel like I should pull a Lucy here. I am not a dog person… 😀

  9. Ninna says:

    Love can be found everywhere – so why not?

    Btw – though the cover is great, I’m a bit disappointed as that doesn’t seem to depict the ‘bear’ 🙁

    • I think the cover is great too, Ninna. While the cover art might not be the perfect beary guys, it captured a moment in the book perfectly. It was too good to pass up! I’ll talk about that in a later post. 😀

  10. Trix says:

    Grindr sounds both sexy and scary…intriguing story inspiration for sure!

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