Silver in the City Book Tour & Giveaway

Silver & Sage Silver in the City Book 1 by A.D. Ellis Genre: M/M Contemporary Romance

Silver doesn’t have time for feelings or a relationship. Then Sage shows up. Sage is Silver’s exact opposite, his renter, and his new employee. The kid is much too young and much too innocent. There are a million reasons why Silver and Sage should never get together. And Silver plans to keep it that way. Until all of those reasons go up in flames with one kiss. Silver & Sage is a steamy, slow burn M/M age gap, opposites-attract romance between a shy, inexperienced nerd and an outgoing grump of a bar owner. Goodreads * Amazon

Silver & Gold Silver in the City Book 2

Just as Silver begins to wonder if his casual relationship with Gold might turn into more, the two men are thrown into a position that has the lovers quickly turning into enemies. With no way to escape each other, Silver and Gold begrudgingly agree to make the best of an impossible situation. Will Gold’s search for perfection drive them apart or can Silver show Gold that imperfection can be beautiful? Silver & Gold is a steamy, slow burn M/M enemies-to-lovers, forced proximity romance between two slightly self-absorbed artists. Goodreads * Amazon

Silver & Spice Silver in the City Book 3

When Spice asks Silver to fake a relationship with him, Silver agrees. He knows pretending to be involved with the older man will likely come back to bite him in the ass, but if the farce will help Spice and his young son, Silver is totally on board. All too soon, the consequences of the fake relationship weigh on both Silver and Spice. Will a meddling grandmother, an adorable little boy, and a team of friends be enough to convince Silver and Spice to give a real relationship a shot? Silver & Spice is a steamy, slow-burn M/M age gap, fake relationship, forced proximity romance with a silver fox, single daddy and a younger man ready for a family. Goodreads * Amazon

A.D. Ellis is an Indiana girl, born and raised. She spends much of her time in central Indiana as an instructional coach/teacher in the inner city of Indianapolis, being a mom to two amazing school-aged children, and wondering how she and her husband of nearly two decades haven’t driven each other insane yet. A lot of her time is also devoted to phone call avoidance and her hatred of cooking. She loves chocolate, wine, pizza, and naps along with reading and writing romance. These loves don’t leave much time for housework, much to the chagrin of her husband. Who would pick cleaning the house over a nap or a good book? She uses any extra time to increase her fluency in sarcasm. A.D. uses she/her pronouns. Website * Facebook * Twitter * Instagram * Bookbub * Amazon * Goodreads

“I don’t like him. Call the next one on the list.” I ran a hand through my messy brown hair before I hefted a
moving box onto the kitchen counter and sliced through the packing tape with a box cutter.
“Bo-dee,” my twin, Benji drew out the syllables of my nickname in a huffy whine, “that was our fifth candidate
from the list. He was by far the best of them all.” He tapped a pen against the notepad on his lap. We were
fraternal twins, but we looked almost exactly the same, enough so that strangers would sometimes confuse
us. His hazel eyes snapped to mine. “We need a roommate.”
He wasn’t wrong. This latest guy just wasn’t who I wanted to share our apartment with. Yeah, because one
look at him has you all hot and bothered and you’d rather deny him a place to stay than work around any kind
of feelings.
“In all honesty,” my cousin, Kyson started, “that’s not saying much. The first four applicants royally sucked.
This guy, what was his name?”
“Sage,” Benji provided.
“Yeah, Sage wasn’t just the best of them all, he blew them away.” Kyson was not only Benji’s and my cousin,
but he was our best friend. Born within two months of each other, we were inseparable from birth on. And the
family resemblance was uncanny. He could have passed as our brother with no problem. “The first guy looked
like he planned to kill us in our sleep.”
I couldn’t help but smile. He wasn’t wrong.
“The girl was fine, seemed cool. But her bestie dropped too many hints about trying to ‘convert’ us to the
hetero side.” Benji shook his head. “That third guy almost pissed himself when he learned the apartment was
above a bar. When you asked if he was okay with the three of us being gay, I thought he was going to pass
out. Probably couldn’t pay him enough to take our extra room.” Benji laughed.
“Guy number four was already asking about getting an extension on paying rent ‘a little late.’ That’s a hard
no.” Kyson gave me a look. “Seriously, Bo, Sage seemed great.”
“And not just in comparison. Sage seemed great overall.” Benji stood up. “What could you possibly not like
about him?”
“He’s a baby, for one.” I took plates and cups from the box and began stacking them in the cabinets of the
new kitchen. I refused to think about how sweet and innocent the kid looked blushing his way through the
applicant interview.
“So, he’s young. What did he say? Twenty-four? That’s only ten years younger than us.” Benji stood with
hands on his hips. “Try again. I’m not letting this one slide. What else could you not like about him?”
Kyson left the living room, which was open to the kitchen, and joined me in unpacking. “He seemed very
bright and responsible.”
He seemed like a sexy, smart nerd. And I’m not even going to acknowledge why that seems to be a turn on
for me.
“He’s a student. He needs to study. An apartment above a bar isn’t exactly conducive to studying.” I broke
down one box and opened another one.
“We were very clear with him about the location and probable noise level. He’s aware and if he wants the
apartment, I don’t see why we wouldn’t rent to him.” Benji continued to stare me down in challenge.
“He was shy and skittish. Not exactly our type.” I gave another argument, but I knew it was a lame attempt.
“He looked like he thought we were going to eat him alive.” And why the fuck do I keep thinking about wanting
to eat him up?
Benji snorted. “He was definitely intimidated by you, but that was probably because you scowled and looked
like a fuckin’ grump-ass the entire time we talked to him.”
“Why are you so against him? He has proof of payment history, references from his old place. Hell, that
landlady said she was sad to see him go, but he wants to be closer to downtown. We’re on Massachusetts
Avenue in downtown Indianapolis. You can’t get much closer to downtown. He claims to be tidy, keeps to
himself, doesn’t care that the room is above a bar, and he was polite. Plus, he was cute.” Kyson waggled his
brows.
“Soooo cute.” Benji smiled. “And was it just me or did he seem super innocent?”

“Yes. Very cute and innocent. Like super smart and capable in so many ways, but fragile and inexperienced
in others.” Kyson nodded as he broke down another box. “Is that what you’re worried about, Bo? This kid is so
cute and innocent he may get tarnished by your grumpy gruffness and aversion to relationships?”
My cousin and brother laughed.
I rolled my eyes.
But in all reality, the words hit a little too close to home. Sage was young, innocent, and so damn adorably
cute I wanted to wrap him in my arms and protect him. That was a problem. I didn’t have time for protecting
some kid who I had absolutely nothing in common with. I had a bar to open and make successful. I didn’t
need a cute nerd as a distraction. But I couldn’t very well tell Benji and Kyson that, so I huffed and shrugged.
“Fine. If he wants the room, he can have it. I want it noted that I think he’s too young, I think he’s not the type
for living above a bar, and I think he’s going to be more trouble than the rent payment is worth. And I’m not
taking care of his ass or listening to him gripe and complain about noise level.” I unloaded dish soap and
sponges to the under-sink cabinet.

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