Vincent: I guess I understand why everyone thinks I’m gay—I mean, I write gay romance novels for a living. It’s not a completely unreasonable assumption. But I’ve got my own reasons for doing what I do, and they don’t have anything to do with a secret desire for “turgid love hammers.” Well, there... show more
Vincent: I guess I understand why everyone thinks I’m gay—I mean, I write gay romance novels for a living. It’s not a completely unreasonable assumption. But I’ve got my own reasons for doing what I do, and they don’t have anything to do with a secret desire for “turgid love hammers.” Well, there was that one time…but it was just research. It doesn’t count.On top of the gay thing, my best friend Landon thinks my career makes me a modern-day Don Juan. When he demands I use my powers of the pen to help him woo Skye, the new guy at work, nothing can convince him otherwise. He might leave me alone if I give in, so let the wooing commence.The only problem? Skye’s the guy I hooked up with last week.Yeah, I know. It’s a long story.Skye: So I’m a barista now. It sure beats telemarketing, but the LGBT-friendly coffee shop I’m working at is…quirky, to say the least. I’ve got to learn to mix drinks while also walking the shop dog, trying not to get blown up by local inventor and entrepreneur Felix, and dodging the advances of my coworker Landon, who is so not my type.And what’s worse, it turns out the “straight” guy I hooked up with last week is a regular, so now I’ve got to do all this stuff while trying not to think about the way his body looks under those clothes, the way he said my name, the way his lips felt on my…Gotta be honest here, I’m not trying that hard not to think about it.Well, I managed to talk him into my bed once. I bet I can do it again.Ingredients: each 56,000 word serving of Afternoon Americano contains a stand-alone gay romance, one writer in denial, one barista who wants him anyway, three disastrous meet cutes, four even more disastrous business ideas, frequent detailed accounts of man-on-man loving, and more happy endings than you can shake a euphemism at.