Thanks for joining me on my book tour! I’m Quinn Anderson, author of On Solid Ground and All of the Above. I’m here to share some inside information about Cam Boy, coming out on February 12th, my 28th birthday! Stay tuned to hear about the friend who inspired this novel, fun facts, and more about the characters. Leave comments on the tour posts for a chance to win a $10 Riptide Publishing gift card!
About Cam Boy
Their chemistry is undeniable, but he knows better than to mix business with pleasure.
After years of making minimum wage, twenty-one-year-old Josh Clemmons may have found his salvation. Murmur Inc., a local adult entertainment company, is hosting auditions for new performers, and Josh has been invited to try out. If he can make it as a porn star, he can kiss his money troubles goodbye.
Mike Harwood is a loud-and-proud professional adult entertainer. In the past three years, he’s starred in dozens of films, and he’s very good at what he does. But as focused as he’s been on work, he’s neglected everything else, including his love life. He’s so used to faking attraction, he can no longer tell when something real is staring him in the face.
Josh gets the job, but when porn fails to live up to the fantasy, he quits to do cam work instead. But he can’t stop thinking about the one scene he filmed, and the captivating man he filmed it with. Their chemistry is undeniable, but Mike knows better than to mix business with pleasure. Then again, with true love on the line, this unorthodox office romance may need a second take.
Murmur Inc.—one of L.A.’s premier adult entertainment companies—prides itself on delivering sex that’s not only hot but high-quality. For decades, they’ve been delighting their rabid fanbase with porn with actual plots, rich fantasies, and stars that boast both good looks and business savvy. And above all else, they employ beautiful people of every shape, size, color, and orientation.
There’s no shortage of talent wandering Murmur Inc’s halls, and oddly enough, no shortage of romance simmering behind the scenes. Murmur Inc. takes mixing business with pleasure to new levels. Want an inside look at the personal lives of Murmur Inc’s hottest stars? No subscription necessary.
About Quinn Anderson
Quinn Anderson is an alumna of the University of Dublin in Ireland and has a master’s degree in psychology. She wrote her dissertation on sexuality in popular literature and continues to explore evolving themes in erotica in her professional life.
A nerd extraordinaire, she was raised on an unhealthy diet of video games, anime, pop culture, and comics from infancy. Her girlfriend swears her sense of humor is just one big Joss Whedon reference. She stays true to her nerd roots in writing and in life, and frequently draws inspiration from her many fandoms, which include Yuri on Ice, Harry Potter, Star Wars, Buffy, and more. Growing up, while most of her friends were fighting evil by moonlight, Anderson was kamehameha-ing her way through all the shounen anime she could get her hands on. You will often find her interacting with fellow fans online and offline via conventions and Tumblr, and she is happy to talk about anything from nerd life to writing tips. She has attended conventions on three separate continents and now considers herself a career geek. She advises anyone who attends pop culture events in the UK to watch out for Weeping Angels, as they are everywhere. If you’re at an event, and you see a 6’2” redhead wandering around with a vague look on her face, that’s probably her.
Her favorite authors include J.K. Rowling, Gail Carson Levine, Libba Bray, and Tamora Pierce. When she’s not writing, she enjoys traveling, cooking, spending too much time on the internet, playing fetch with her cat, screwing the rules, watching Markiplier play games she’s too scared to play herself, and catching ’em all.
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“Someone call for a plumber?” grunted a burly man in blue coveralls that barely contained his bulging muscles. “I’m here to snake your drain.”
A smaller blond man batted his eyelashes at him. “You’ve come to the right place. My pipes are in desperate need of a good snaking.”
“Well, bend over, and let me take a—”
Josh shrieked and dropped his phone. It landed on the granite countertop with a clatter, but thankfully didn’t break. He snatched it up again, scrambling to hit the Home button in the hopes of closing the video before—
It was too late. His boss appeared next to him, and judging by the sour look on her face, she was pissed. “Are you watching porn at work?”
“No, Sana! I swear.” Josh flashed an innocent smile.
Sana plucked the phone out of his hands. “Then what do you call this?”
“Hey, give it back!” Josh swiped for it, but Sana held it above his head. Thanks to the heels she was never seen without, she was as tall as he was. He couldn’t reach it. “Damn your treelike stature.”
Sana glanced at the screen. “Not porn, eh? Look, I know gay smut when I see it. Either that hairy bear is about to bend that twink over, or I’m the Easter Bunny.”
“I’m telling you, it’s not porn.”
“You’re such a liar.”
“No, really. They’re just porn intros.” He stood on tiptoe and managed to finagle his phone away from her. He angled the screen so she could see the title of the YouTube video he’d pulled up. “I’m watching ‘Top Ten Cheesiest Gay Porn Openers.’ Let me tell you, some of these are bad.”
One of Sana’s thick eyebrows rose to the top of the bright-purple headscarf that covered her hair. “You know what else is bad? Watching porn at work.”
“I already told you, I’m not. And besides—” Josh waved a hand at the near-empty coffee shop around them “—it’s dead today.”
Sana muttered something familiar under her breath that—after a day of extensive googling—Josh had identified as an Islamic prayer for strength. “Joshua. We need to talk.”
Uh-oh. Now I’ve done it.
“You and your recent obsession with the porn industry.”
“I’m not obsessed with—”
Sana held up a hand, silencing him. “I don’t know why you think this behavior is acceptable, but it’s not. It’s not appropriate for a workplace. I don’t care how long you’ve been working here. If I catch you on your phone again, I will write you up. Customers or not, there is plenty around here to do. Busy yourself.” With a swish of her long black dress, she disappeared into the stockroom. Probably to do some breathing exercises. Josh had that effect on her.
When he was certain she was gone, he puffed his cheeks up and exhaled, making a rude noise. Sana was a good boss on most days—fair, flexible, and not too demanding—but she never let him have any fun.
For a brief moment, he considered going back to his video, but Sana wasn’t one to make idle threats. If she caught him on his phone again, she’d probably send him home. He couldn’t afford to lose half a day’s pay.
Being broke sucked.
Grabbing a clean dish towel from one of the cabinets, Josh wiped spilled coffee grounds and milk from the counters. Sana was right about one thing: there was always something to do around here.
The Globe, where he’d worked for the past three years, was one of few independent coffee shops that had stood against the march of time and Starbucks. Probably because it appealed to a very specific demographic, which Josh could only term “liberal as fuck.” There was a rainbow flag undulating outside the door, and the walls were covered in local abstract art. The front of the counter had been layered with bumper stickers over the years that bore pride colors and catchy slogans. The smell of their organic, locally sourced coffee beans was thick in the air.
Josh glanced out the large entryway windows at the aluminum sky. It was an unseasonably cold and gray day, befitting his mood. Summer was normally the time when Los Angeles came alive. The sun seemed to energize the millions of people who lived here, like fields of sunflowers. But the sun was buried beneath leaden clouds, and it reflected in the hunched backs of the people walking down the streets.
The stormy sky added to the ennui that settled over Josh like mist. Sana might not understand his sudden “obsession,” but he knew exactly where it’d come from. Well, if he were being totally honest, he’d discovered a healthy interest in porn a long time ago, but his recent interest in the industry was another matter.
It’d started when one of their long-time employees, Pete, had quit a couple of months ago. That sounded innocuous enough, but Pete had left after it was revealed that he’d been working as a porn star on the side for over a year. Talk about moonlighting.
Not that he’d left because his secret got out. If this were a small town, that might have caused a scandal, but this was LA. The land of starving actors doing whatever they had to do in order to survive.
No, the revelation had been a whimper as opposed to a bang, excuse the pun, to most everyone. Everyone except for Josh. He didn’t know for sure why Pete had quit, but he had to assume it was because the money was incredible. LA was the porn capital of the world, after all. If you wanted to star on Broadway, you moved to New York. If you wanted to become a famous porn star—a Jenna Jameson or a Ron Jeremy—LA was the place to do it.
Famous. Damn, he liked the sound of that.