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Monday, March 23, 2015

Please Remember Me by Jacob Z. Flores




Please Remember Me
Author: Jacob Z. Flores
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Genre: M/M Contemporary
Release Date: February 6, 2015











A Song Playlist for Please Remember Me

Hi, everyone. My name is Jacob Z. Flores, and I’m thrilled to be back here at Literary Nymphs.

I’m here today to share something that I’ve never done before. I created a song playlist for my latest release from Dreamspinner, Please Remember Me.

Why did I create soundtrack for this book?

Well, music is an important part of my life, and I believe that it helps set the mood for most of the things we do. When I workout, I like to listen to high-energy music that really gets my blood pumping and my feet moving. When I drive, I listen to music to help calm me down since I encounter so many idiots on the road.

I think music is a good accompaniment to our lives, so why not my book? Besides setting the mood of the story and introducing readers to the world they will enter, music creates emotional connections that immediately grab the audience. How many of us have been immediately glued to the screen when the theme music for Star Wars begins playing on the television?

So I searched my iTunes playlist and scrounged the Internet for the perfect set of songs for Please Remember Me.

To me, these songs represent the journey Santi and Hank take in the book from their first meeting to the accident and beyond. I hope you enjoy my selection.

Track #1: “Hold It Against Me” by Britney Spears


Track #2: “Tonight (I’m Fu*king You)” by Enrique Iglesias


Track #3: “Just Can’t Get Enough” by Depeche Mode


Track #4: “Ain’t No Other Man” by Christina Aguilera


Track #5: “Here (In Your Arms)” by Hellogoodbye


Track #6: “Your Love Is My Drug” by Ke$ha


Track #7: “Marry Me” by Jason Derulo


Track #8: “Brain Stew” by Green Day


Track #9: “Don’t You Forget About Me” by Simple Minds


Track #10: “Bringin’ on the Hearbreak” by Def Leppard


Track #11: “Numb” by Linkin Park


Track #12: “Need You Now” by Lady Antebellum


Track #13: “I Can’t Make You Love Me” by Bonnie Raitt


Track #14: “Finally Found You” by Enrique Iglesias


Track #15: “Love You Like a Love Song” by Selena Gomez


Track #16: “Edge of Glory” by Lady Gaga



And that wraps up my playlist. What did you think of the songs? Was there a song you feel should have been added to the list? I’d be interested to hear what playlist you would create for this book?

Before I head back to my part of the Internet, I want to thank everyone here at Literary Nymphs and the readers who joined me today.

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

The Please Remember Me Giveaway Contest

I’m hosting two different giveaways. At each stop of my tour, one lucky winner will receive a free e-copy of any book from my backlist.

At the end of my tour, I’ll be giving away a $50 gift certificate to Amazon.
Good luck to everyone and thanks for stopping and visiting with me today.




Blurb:

Successful lawyer Santi Herrera couldn’t be happier with the direction his life is taking. Not only is he on track to becoming a partner in his law firm, but he’s planning his wedding to Hank Burton, a south Texas contractor who has made a name for himself despite his humble beginnings. 

The introverted, lone wolf Santi and the friendly, outgoing Hank complement each other perfectly. From the moment they laid eyes on each other, they were hooked, and as far as Santi and Hank are concerned, a happily ever after is their destiny.

But fate deals them a devastating new hand.

A construction accident leaves Hank with severe head trauma and brings him precariously close to death. When he finally awakens, Hank doesn’t remember Santi or the love they shared for the past three years. 

Santi faces the greatest challenge of his life. Can he respark a flame his lover can’t recall? And can he stop the diverging paths that fickle fate charts between them?


Excerpt:

 While we stood in line at the club, waiting for our turn to pay admission, Jill gave me instructions on how to catch the eye of a hot man. 

“You’ve got to pretend that you’re an old pro at this clubbing crap. Don’t stand around with your arms folded across your chest. It makes you look bored and stiff, and not in the good way.” 

She eyed me until I uncrossed my arms. What was I supposed to do with my hands now? Standing with my arms crossed was my thing. 

“You also have to project confidence, not desperation. All men, especially gay men, hate that. If you look like you don’t give a fuck if anyone talks to you, then you’ll have your pick of the dogs to take you to pound town. Also, try smiling. 

You’ve got nice teeth and sexy lips, so wipe that grimace from your face.”

“What I want to wipe is you from the bottom of my shoe.”

“As if you could,” Jill said with a smile. “Don’t be afraid to chat up some hottie either. If he talks back, see where it goes. If he doesn’t, it’s his loss. Just move on and don’t let some stuck-up prick get you off your game.”

I stared blankly at her. “I have no game.”

“No truer words have been spoken,” she said with a nod.

“Bitch.”

“Cocksucker.”

We broke into hysterics. We always did that whenever we called each other by those names. They were terms of endearment that only Jill and I could use. When the laughing fits ceased, Jill continued on with her advice as if she’d never stopped.

But I had stopped listening. Someone new had my full attention.

Crossing the street toward the club was the most attractive man I’d ever laid eyes on. He had to be well over six feet tall, since he towered over his two friends on either side of him, and he was built like a brick shithouse. His broad shoulders stretched the fabric of his red muscle shirt, which, for some reason, had Hello Kitty across the front. He packed a pair of amazing guns. Green ink from a tattoo design I couldn’t make out in the dim light trailed around the biceps of both arms. I’d never been into tattoos on guys before. I had always preferred the clean-cut, professional look, but on tall, tanned, and blond, the body art somehow made him look professional, rugged, and forbidden.

My cock agreed. It fattened and lengthened within the uncomfortable confines of my tight denim.

“Are you listening to me?” Jill asked.

“Not a word,” I replied as I stepped out of the line.

“Where are you going?”

Where the hell was I going? I’d never approached a man in the almost thirty years of my life, but here I was walking toward someone I’d just laid eyes on. What had come over me?

The answer was easy enough. He had.

Something about him yanked me from my usual complacency and spurred me into action. It was as if I had to talk to him or I’d regret not doing so for the rest of my life. As I drew closer to where he had stopped to chat with his friends, the man became more stunning. His blond hair was clipped short, and his sideburns descended into a dark blond beard that cut a manly swath across his tanned, rugged cheeks. But the rough appearance and the fact that he could probably break me in two didn’t fool me. The light of his smile and the twinkle in his blue eyes as he laughed with his friends told me this man wasn’t some asshole prick.

His hard exterior hid the gentle lamb he truly was.

“Hi,” I said as I reached his side. “I’m Santi.”

His lips spread into a smile that was warmer than my parents’ house on Christmas Eve. “I’m Henry Burton,” he said as he extended his hand for mine. “But everyone calls me Hank.”
When Hank’s big, rough hand closed over mine in greeting, I had to stifle a moan before it could escape my throat. “Nice to meet you, Hank.”

“Same here,” he replied. When he didn’t immediately withdraw his grip from mine, I realized that this tall hunk of man flesh might like me too. How incredible was that?

You can buy Please Remember Me here:

Jacob Z. Flores lives a double life. During the day, he is a respected college English professor and mid-level administrator. At night and during his summer vacation, he loosens the tie and tosses aside the trendy sports coat to write man on man fiction, where the hardass assessor of freshmen level composition turns his attention to the firm posteriors and other rigid appendages of the characters in his fictional world.

 Summers in Provincetown, Massachusetts, provide Jacob with inspiration for his fiction. The abundance of barely clothed man flesh and daily debauchery stimulates his personal muse. When he isn’t stroking the keyboard, Jacob spends time with his daughter. They both represent a bright blue blip in an otherwise predominantly red swath in south Texas.


And I urge readers to visit me at any or all of my social media sites:
Website/blog: http://jacobzflores.com







8 comments:

  1. Good play list. I really enjoyed the book. Hmm as for adding to your playlist....can't think of any at present maybe later I'll think of some. I will say the entire time I read the book 2 cuties I follow on Fb were in my mind ;)

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    1. I don't know you are talking about, Denise. <3

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  2. Such an eclectic playlist--love it!

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  3. Great book! Great playlist! Great characters! Great Author! Great *Real* life couple! You're just Great! Hope your students appreciate you!

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  4. What a FANTASTIC playlist!! I was actually dancing my butt off by the end of it. Thank you for posting it. :D

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  6. Really nice playlist. I really like how Santi and Hank met in the excerpt and the advice by Jill.
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