Cover for #20DaysToLA shows two men in front of a campsite scene

Braxton has a plan. To fly out to LA where he has an apartment and a coveted entry level job waiting for him. To build a life filled with the security and stability he never had as a kid. To find a husband who’s a lot like him: steady, smart, responsible, and capable of making good choices. To leave Connecticut and everything in it behind him, including his mother, her revolving door of suitors, and his straight ex-stepbrother.

Craig has a plan. To convince Braxton to drive out to LA with him. To see every last sight along the way, no matter how weird or expensive or out of the way. To have one last hurrah before embarking on the adult life he’s in no way ready for. And maybe to act on the bisexuality he’s kept to himself so far.

Whose plan wins? Is twenty days enough to make it from Connecticut to LA and from ex-stepbrothers to friends to happily-ever-after? Will Braxton’s stuffed bear, Mr. Lovey, find a real-life bear friend? Find out in this slow burn, friends to lovers, opposites attract, bi awakening, road trip romance in which there’s ONLY ONE BED.

Publisher: Tanya Chris
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“You don’t mind being short, do you? I mean, since you’re gay and all. You don’t have that thing where you have to be the taller than your partner in heels.”

“When have you ever not been taller than your partner in heels?”

“Not me, but…” He shrugs. “It shouldn’t be about size, should it?”

“Gay guys care about size too. I mean—” I backtrack quickly, realizing what I just implied. “Some guys would like how big you are. It’s a thing.”

“Is it your thing?”

“Most of the guys I’ve dated have been about my size.” That’s not answering his question, but it’s as close as I’m going to get. “Muscle-heads tend to stick together.”

“Yeah? Seems a little narcissistic going for someone who looks just like you. Not that I don’t appreciate the work that goes into a physique like mine. It just doesn’t do anything for me in a sex way.”

“You don’t like guys at all, though.”


Craig reaches between us to grab a fresh beer. He spends a minute opening it, as though that takes concentration, then takes several swallows. I assume we’re going to drop that topic of conversation, but he surprises me by starting it again.

“I think I’d be more into a guy like you.”

If, you mean.”

“Sure. If. You’re cute.”

I don’t know whether to be flattered or insulted. Craig thinking I’m cute makes a little flutter of hope take wing inside me, but I can also guess he finds me more attractive than guys who look like him because, in his mind, I’m closer to being a woman.

I look nothing like a woman. I’m not a tall man, but I’d be on the tall side for a woman, and I’m not super built up top, but you can see the shape of my shoulders. I’m hairy where men tend to be hairy—not in copious quantities, but I’ve got a nice even coat on my forearms and calves and down my treasure trail. My features are male, and I dress like your average guy.

I’ve known guys who were campier or more femme, and I have no issue with them. I don’t like drawing rigid lines between male and female. But Craig saying he would prefer a guy like me feels like he’s putting me on one particular side of that line I don’t like to draw.


I realize I’ve gone silent and flash a smile at him, then hold out the marshmallow I’ve toasted to a perfect crispy brown. He takes this one with his fingers, though the way he licks them clean after is almost as distracting as his stick-fellatio technique.

“I didn’t mean to be inappropriate,” he says. “I wasn’t hitting on you or anything.”

“God, no. I didn’t take it that way.”

“Okay, well, good.”

He drinks his beer, and I roast my marshmallows. We gaze into the fire, listening to a chorus of crickets. Someone a few campsites over has music playing. The sound comes and goes with the wind, intruding sudden bursts of rap, like angry remarks thrown out by a passing stranger. The fire pops and crackles and Craig gets up to tend it, though there’s no need to build it higher. It’ll be burning for days already.

At some point we start talking again, about what we saw today and where we’ll go tomorrow, about anything except how attractive I find him and the subject of whether he finds me attractive in return, but later, in the dark of our tent, with three beers in me, I ask him, “Do you really think I’m cute.”

And he says, “Yeah, Braxton. I really do.”


Reviews:Annie on Bayou Book Junkie wrote:

I’m not sure why I wasn’t expecting to be pulled in quite as quickly as I was, perhaps it’s because I haven’t read much from this author to date. I also wasn’t expecting to laugh so hard my eyes teared up at times. In short, #20DaysToLA ended up being a lot of fun and one I’d definitely recommend.

loveQhuay on Reading under the rainbow wrote:

I can't tell you how much I enjoyed reading this book. It was so refreshing. Love road-trips, I don't know why aren't more books in this category. I love seeing the world through the books, so it was like I was there with Craig and Braxton - but like just a voyeur ghost LOL. Loved this book so much, and the ending was amazing.

Jean on Vine Voice wrote:

Oh my! What an adventure! This book was just simply marvellous. Tanya Chris is absolutely undoubtedly one of my favourite authors. Her work never disappoints. This slow burn road trip story is a most intriguing and fascinating account of the journey taken by two guys across the United States en route to Los Angeles.... and on their way to accepting one another and finally falling in love. The adventures and dramas along the way had me holding my breath at times and laughing out loud too. This author can be depended upon to keep your attention, no matter what the subject matter.

You, Me & Her

Cover for You, Me & her features a man superimposed over a theater stage
Part of the My Guys series:

Nate wasn’t made to be monogamous, a fact he never fails to disclose to his partners. No matter how much he loves the women he’s with, he sees potential in others. Does that make him a horrible person? His on-again, off-again lover and current co-star, Deb, certainly thinks so.
But his other co-star, Joshua, understands. Joshua, who’s fast becoming the best friend Nate ever had, doesn’t even mind when Nate hooks up with his wife, Sherry. Well, he does mind a little, but only because he has the hots for Nate himself.

Nate’s always known he’s polyamorous, but is he also bi? He loves being with Joshua. He loves being with Sherry. He definitely loves being with Joshua and Sherry together. Can he make the transition from loves-being-with to just-plain-loves? And even if he can, how does he fit into another couple’s relationship?

Meanwhile, the situation with Deb is growing ever more toxic, the future of their show is at stake, and not all of Nate’s friends are on board with the whole poly/bi thing. It’s a minefield Nate can only navigate with the help of one very special man.

Content warning for alcoholism. This book describes an open relationship that remains open after a romantic bond is formed. It’s not suitable for readers who consider open relationships to be cheating. This book includes both M/F and M/M on-page sex.

Publisher: Tanya Chris
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Having collided, we couldn’t unpart so easily. We stood together in the downspot of light that guarded the theater entrance from wandering vagrants and exchanged soothing banalities. It was a gentle wrapping up of a harsh evening and I was in no hurry to end it, despite the dragging pull of weariness and the unavoidably early dawn that waited for me.

The yellow light brought out every shade of brown in Joshua’s eyes and I found myself voicing something I’d only thought before: “It should be your name that’s Sherry.”

He tilted his head, perplexed, a smile nonetheless coming to his lips, a smile that simply said, Whatever you’re going on about, I want to hear it.

“Your eyes have this depth to them, all these swirls of amber and mahogany. It’s like looking into the bottom of a glass before you drink from it.”


I stroked a hand across his cheek. Intoxicating, that was what I meant. His eyes were as heady as strong liquor. They drew me in where I might, clear-headed, never go.

“Nate?” Joshua stepped into me. His hand reached for my hip.

I bent my elbow, persuading his face closer, and tilted my head that fraction upwards that was necessary to compensate for his height. This was it then. Kiss the man. I wanted to, I wanted to, but those last few inches were so hard to cross.

The door to the theater flew open at my back and Pete, Repeat and Mikaela spilled out of it onto the sidewalk, too loud and occupying too much space. I dropped my hand, stepping backwards into Repeat who pushed against me, sending me forwards into Joshua again. Joshua put up his hands to catch me, a frown forming on his face, his hands not quite closing around me. It was suddenly and immensely quiet.

“Didn’t realize you and your boyfriend were having a moment,” Pete said.

“We were just leaving.” I turned my back on Joshua.

Reviews:Andrea on Love in Panels wrote:

Is there an award for Best Written Blowjob? because... THIS BOOK. But what really made it an unforgettable read is the ongoing conversation around inclusivity, and the unconditional support the group of friends in You, Me & Her have for each other. The story's a true representation of friendship at an age of discovering what's possible with what we want from relationships. -Be that monogamy, chains dangling from the bedroom ceiling, or someone to chase your dreams with.

Erryn on Rainbow Gold Reviews wrote:

This is, at its heart, a story about love in its many forms. Nate has left behind more than a few broken hearts – women who believed they could ‘change’ him. He has a moment of reckoning with his ex-girlfriend right in the middle of the production, so he doesn’t come out unscathed. But he does come out a stronger person.

The sex scenes in this book are especially well-done. Some authors write the scenes clinically while others write so esoterically that you lose track of body parts. Ms. Chris provides her readers with all the sensuality while still giving them a very good picture in their minds of what is going on. Did I mention the scenes are hot?

This book works. On so many levels. Polyamorous relationships depend on honesty and jealousy can easily destroy them, but Nate, Sherry, and Joshua make it work. But not without problems. Because that’s real life – messy and emotion-packed and full of ups and downs.