Thursday, September 14, 2017

Release Blitz: Full Disclosure by DJ Jamison (Review, Exc + Giveaway)

Title:  Full Disclosure
Series: Real Estate Relations: 1
Author: DJ Jamison
Publisher: DJ Jamison
Release Date: Sept. 14,2017
Heat Level: 3 - Some Sex
Pairing: Male/Male
Length: 73,906
Genre: Romance, mystery/suspense, contemporary, small-town romance, LGBT

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A new real estate agent gets more than he bargained with his first client ....

I'm desperate to make a fresh start as a real estate agent after leaving my alcoholic boyfriend of way too long. Getting a call to list a house while parading as a hot dog for a few bucks seems like my lucky break. Then things go sideways. My apartment is broken into and burglarized. Getting caught half-naked while squatting in my own listing is a low point. Seeing the sexy-voiced stranger who is now my client -- and his gorgeous, cold boyfriend? -- major bummer. But hey! I might sell a house ... if we can ever get it in decent shape for the market and all the odd questions surfacing about my client don't get in the way.

I'm a washed up US marshal turned bodyguard, and even that's lost its appeal. A leave of absence to deal with a house I inherited from my great-uncle seems like a good opportunity to get my head straight. But then my boss pulls me aside and asks me to take on a witness in danger. We'd be off the grid, so to speak. The guy is a criminal, but he's young and gay, so we set up a cover as a couple. Might seem risky in Kansas, but all the gossip about those gay guys will make a great smokescreen to our true secret: Lee is a target of the Dragon Boyz gang, and I have to keep him safe until trial. Of course, I wasn't counting on the gorgeous blond, blue-eyed Realtor who makes me want something more in my life. When he starts asking questions, do I set him straight or risk losing him for good? And then there's still those gang members to think about.

Story includes inappropriate attire, gunfights, flirting while in a fake relationship and male/male naughtiness.



I shimmied my hips, which in turn shook my moneymaker.

Sadly, I wasn’t on the dance floor, swishing for attention. I was wiggling and jiggling to reach my phone, which was inconveniently positioned in the waistband of my briefs.

The phone rang — and vibrated — turning my shimmy into a spastic hop.

People stared. Though that might have been caused by the hot dog costume encasing me in a sweaty, straining mess rather than the bun action going on. (See what I did there? Bun action. Ha, ha. No, seriously. My life is a joke.)

The sidewalk baked under my feet, and the thick, humid heat of Kansas summer hung heavy in the air. A fan inside the costume kept me from heat stroke, but sweat still poured from my body. The phone slipped and slid against my skin, evading my grasp.

My shoulder twinged with pain, but I managed to pull the dang phone free.

“You’ve reached Camden Lewis,” I answered breathlessly.

With luck, I sounded at least a bit professional. I didn’t intend to be the hot dog in Dogs N Stuff’s marketing campaign a minute longer than necessary.

I had already launched my new venture, as a real estate agent, but business was a little slower getting off the ground than I’d hoped. And my safety net — i.e. my well-paid boyfriend, Austin — was no longer a viable option.

Thus, the humiliating, poorly paid work.

“You’re the real estate agent?”

“Yes!” I responded with a little too much excitement. Clearing my throat, I tried to rein myself in. “Yes, sir, I am. How might I help you today?”

“My name is Reid Bishop. I inherited the place on Ivy Lane, owned by my great-uncle, Robert Winters? Have you heard of it?”

Nope. “Yes, sir. Are you looking to sell then?”

Please please please!

“I am. I live out of state, and I have no idea what condition the property is in presently. I need an agent I can trust to go check out the place and advise me on any steps I need to take to prepare it for market. I will be coming to town in a week or two. I’m not sure of the timetable just yet.”


“I can absolutely help you with that, Mr. Bishop. There’s some paperwork to get the process started, even if you’re not ready to go on market. I could fax that to your office?”

A loud, nasally voice interrupted my surprise sales call.

“Cam! I’m not paying you to talk on the phone!”

Damn. Dogs N Stuff’s manager, Mike White, who thought supervising a fast-food restaurant made him hot shit, was crossing the street at a jog.

“Fax works. Should I give you the number now?” Reid Bishop asked, his deep baritone smooth ­­­­­as coffee in my ear.

I could listen to that voice all day. But I didn’t have all day, or even all of a minute. Edging down the sidewalk, I put more distance between me and Mike while talking fast.

“Actually, Mr. Bishop, I’m driving. On my way to a showing. You know how it is, all work for us busy real estate agents! But if you want to text the info, I’d be happy to get everything started when I get back to the office.”

“Sure, sounds good. I normally do more homework and check reviews, but I’ve got my hands full.”

“Don’t worry, Mr. Bishop. If you’re not satisfied with my work, you can withdraw the listing and work with another agent. There’s very little risk.”

“Well, you sound like you know what you’re talking about. Thank you.”

Yesss. Score 1 for the art of bullshitting.

“Thank you. Talk to you again soon, sir.”

I ended the call not a second too soon.

“Cam!” Mike bellowed as he grabbed my arm. “I pay you to work, not take calls. Hot dogs don’t have cell phones!”

I turned an irritated look on him. “Hot dogs don’t have legs. Do you want me to cut off my legs?”

“What? No—”

“It was an emergency call. It won’t happen again.”

God, please let it happen again.

If someone else called, maybe I’d finally have enough clients to leave the hot dog business.

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*Copy provided to Bayou Book Junkie for my reading pleasure in hopes of an unbiased opinion, a review was not a requirement.*

Things are not going well in Camden's life. He's left his alcoholic boyfriend, has started a new career as a real estate agent but spends more time wearing a hot dog costume. He finally gets his first real estate client with real potential and his dumpy apartment is broken into. His landlord isn't fixing his door so with very few options left to him, he decides to spend the night on the property he's been contacted about. Except he gets quite the surprise when the owner of the property and his boyfriend show up and catch him in nothing but a towel. Reid is leaving his job as a US Marshall when he's given a person to protect. He was headed to small town Kansas to sell a property left to him by a great-uncle, and decides to take the young man with him. No one knows where Reid is headed. Them being boyfriends living together is their cover story, but Reid doesn't expect the attraction he feels for his realtor. The more time the men spend together, the more the attraction grows. Only, Camden's bad luck seems to be affecting more people around him with his best friend and his boyfriend fighting, Reid's house being broken into and caught on fire, Camden's ex showing back up, and the gang hunting Reid's client.

This is the first book I've read from this author, and I found her characters enjoyable, for the most part. I liked the fun, lighthearted feel of this story and the sense of humor and sarcastic dialog. There seemed to be no middle of the road characters, I either liked them or I didn't. I thought the characters and storylines were well fleshed out and were a good set-up for a series, especially with the way the story ended. There was a little mystery in this story with the house, plus the gang storyline but it didn't add angst to the story. Even though Lee's story could have really brought down the fun in this story, it wasn't really a focus.

This story was an easy read, that flowed nicely. There was plenty of dialog and interaction between Reid and Camden that allowed you to see their initial attraction and watch their relationship grow. There was a very solid HEA, and a promise of more to come!

Rating: 4 stars

Meet the Author

DJ Jamison grew up in the Midwest and worked in newsrooms for more than 10 years before trying her hand at romance writing. Her first m/m romance stories focused on a series of love connections between small-town Kansas newspaper staffers, their sources and their readers before she expanded into novels venturing into emergency rooms and other settings. She lives in Kansas with her husband, two sons and three glow-in-the-dark fish who are miraculously still alive. The same can’t be said for the hamster she got in college. RIP Bogie.

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