Relative Best by Pat Henshaw Review Tour

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Sometimes love sneaks up when you’re least looking for it….

Zeke Bandy, owner of Bandy’s Finest Hotel in Old Town Stone Acres, California, is too busy for love. Not only does he oversee the operations of the historic hotel and uphold his family’s tradition of offering refuge to strays and runaways, Zeke also sings and plays down-home music two nights a week at the Stonewall Saloon and for occasional celebrations. Then Zeke meets Victor Longbow, the man of his dreams. Vic isn’t looking for love either. In fact, because of his upbringing in a strict, white foster family, Vic’s not sure he believes in love. He’s in Stone Acres to open a branch office of a national brokerage firm. He’s also hoping to find a vintage photo of what might be his Native American ancestor. After their paths cross, they become friends, then more. Connected by their experiences as orphans raised by flawed fathers, Zeke and Vic realize that some men must find love, hone it, and create families for themselves.

💕 About the Book

Title: Relative Best

Author: Pat Henshaw

Series: Foothills Pride #5 (can be read as standalone)

Genre: Contemporary gay romance

Publisher: Dreamspinner Press

Publication date: August 17, 2016

Pages: 80

Cover Artist: AngstyG

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/31194569-relative-best

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💕 Excerpt

“I want to thank everyone for coming out tonight. You’ve been a great audience.” The couple at the center table looked up at me with almost identical grins. Despite this being an extra gig in a very busy week, I’d enjoyed playing for their bachelor party—even if it made me feel my loneliness more sharply. “I’ll leave the happy couple with these words from an old Native American chief who, if he was smart, said them to his other half: ‘I will fight no more forever.’” I raised my glass of water and shouted over the noisy crowd, “To Sammy and Ned—may they have a long, happy, peaceful life together!” The raucous audience at Stonewall Saloon whooped and hollered through my words and got even louder after my last sentence. Rising from their seats, Sammy and Ned raised their clasped hands like boxers who’d won a particularly hard bout but now were on their way to a great wedding. As they gushed about how happy they were that everybody could make it to their wedding, I started to pack up my banjo and guitars. Tonight I’d left the fiddle backstage because I was so tired. I’d been burning too many candles from both ends. After locking away the instruments in the storeroom and breaking down the mic and the amps, I caught the end of Sammy’s speech. “If you enjoyed Zeke Bandy’s guitar and banjo playing, remember he’s here at Stonewall Thursday and Friday nights. We’re honored to have him play at our wedding.” When the crowd cheered, I stood, turned, and waved to the fifty or sixty bobbing heads on the other side of the stage. Whistles and catcalls joined the shouts and cheers. I had my fans and a lot of regulars in the audience. “See ya tomorrow, Red! I love you!” some drunk yelled, and the crowd cheered louder. “Oh, cut it out, guys! You’re making me blush.” And they were, with all their yells and waves and hoots and hollers. A cry went up about more beer from one side of the room, and the night proceeded like all the others when I played. Attention spans flew out the window as the beer and hard drinks flowed. Completely sober, I put away the rest of the equipment and shut off the power on the platform that bar owner Guy Stone had designated as a stage. Jimmy Patterson, Stone’s significant other and owner of Penny’s coffee shops here in Stone Acres, California, waved at me as I returned to the barroom from the storage area in the back. “I got a table!” He was trying to shout over the noise. As I limped toward him, men slapped me on the back and told me how much they enjoyed my playing. I kept moving, even though guys tried to stop me and give me requests for Thursday night. One guy even grabbed my face and kissed me, which would have been really flattering, even hot, if he hadn’t stopped, stared at me, and said, “You’re not Tom.” I turned to walk away, only to hear him shout, “Red, you’re cuter than Tom.” I didn’t turn back but heard him yelp like he’d been hit. I ended up sitting at a big table in the corner of the drinking area with a decent view of the tiny new dance floor. At the table with Jimmy sat four guys—flamboyant designer Fredi Zimmer and his husband, staid, reliable Max Greene, both of whom I knew fairly well, and two guys I didn’t know. My eyes were drawn to the one who had strong cheekbones, long blue-black hair, and vibrant adobe-colored skin. He could easily have been a poster boy for the California Native American Heritage Commission. If I could pick a guy to kiss me unexpectedly, he’d be my choice. The libido I thought dead from overwork rose from its grave. While the guys wrangled over who was paying for the next round, I took in the other man to the left of my preferred eye candy. This guy flaunted nearly white-blond hair, startling blue eyes, and a California tan, like the ultimate surfer dude. He did nothing for me, but I appreciated the effect he’d probably have on a lot of other guys here tonight. I could easily see the humor in the three of us sitting at the same table, though. Considering I’ve got bright red hair, porcelain white skin with a thick spattering of freckles, and cornflower blue eyes, this table covered a large portion of the rainbow. Jimmy introduced us while he partially stood to get Stone’s attention. “Zeke, these are two of the groomsmen, Vic Longbow and Hayden Weller. Zeke Bandy.” Both of them nodded, a nod I returned. “Hey, man. Nice pickin’ up there.” Hayden, the beach god, waved his nearly empty glass of beer at me. “Thanks.” I never knew what to say when someone complimented me after a performance. While part of me was floating on the post-performance high, the rest of me was critiquing what I’d done and what I’d like to do over. “Are you recorded?” Vic’s voice was low and soothing, the kind of sound that oddly created a center of calm in the middle of the barroom noise. I gladly stepped into the peace and took a deep breath. I looked down, fleetingly taking in the scarred tabletop, and balanced momentarily on the pinpoint of serenity Vic had presented me. “No, no recordings. I haven’t ever had the time or energy.” I shrugged. I owned and ran the historical hotel in downtown Stone Acres. When was there time to record? “Where do you get the songs? Are they yours?” Vic was focused on me so much that the rest of the table dimmed. “No. God, no. They’re all old tunes that have been knocking around forever, mostly by bluegrass and folk groups. I take it you don’t listen to this kind of sound?” He smiled. “You’ve opened up a whole new door for me, and I can’t wait to explore what’s inside this new music room.” His look caressed me enough that my dick perked, and suddenly I dared to believe my dream of finding a boyfriend and possibly a husband wasn’t as nebulous as I’d always thought. If someone this fine could look at my skinny ginger self and respond even half as much as he was, I was on the right path. I grinned at him and he at me. Yeah, he was too hot for me with his high cheekbones and exotic hair, but I could practice on him and dream, right?


💕 Review by Elaine White

Book – Relative Best (Foothills Pride #5)

Author – Pat Henshaw

Star Rating: ★★★

No. of Pages – 80

Cover – Nice

POV – 1st person, 1 character

Would I read it again – Maybe

Genre – LGBT, Contemporary, Romance

** I WAS GIVEN THIS BOOK, BY DREAMSPINNER PRESS, IN RETURN FOR AN HONEST REVIEW **

Sadly, I have to say that book 5, for me, is my least favorite. There were many reasons for this, but first, let’s get the usual problems out of the way. The only thing lacking from this story, that was in every previous story, was the homophobic hate crime element, which was transitioned to a homophobic hate crime of family proportions, not work related.

There was still:

• insta-love

• everyone connected to everyone else

• slipping into present tense and talking to the reader

The insta-love in this book, for me, was just far too surreal. I tolerated most of the previous insta-love stories, because they had a week or two to pretend they’d gotten to know each other off page, but this one happened over night. Literally. There was one particular quote I highlighted that really irked me. I could have believed it if they had known each other more than two days, or rather one night and a half day, and if they’d actually talked to each other about each other, but none of that is true.

“I knew we’d taken a huge step, Vic and me. This wasn’t just a random one-night stand.”

Oh, and after a week of separation, there are tears. I just couldn’t deal with that. This is the first time that the romance has been wholly, 100% unrealistic and forced for the sake of the length of the story. In the others, there was an attempt to make it look real, but this was too focused on the dilemma with Calvin, not to mention that it too 30% for one evening scene to play out, before they two MC’s got into bed, on their second night of knowing each other.

I’m also sad to say that the Native American element didn’t sit well with me, either. I got sick of reading about his “adobe-colored” skin, which was the only term, other than ‘red clay’ used to describe it. There were also instances that came across as very rude, condescending and racist. In particular, I’m thinking about the talk Vic and Zeke had about his heritage:

“You don’t act very Native American, considering how you look.”

“Until I started going to a few casinos in the area, I don’t think I’d ever met a Native American. So any hocus-pocus and astute Native lore or sayings? You better ask someone else.”

I’m sorry, but having a Native American character saying this stuff doesn’t make it sound any less racist or stereotypical.

I also didn’t really like the way the two transgender characters were described. Mostly it was about the pronouns used to describe them, but the way they were described here makes it sound like a magical trick rather than the extremely difficult mental and physical transition that it is. This makes it sound much more flip than it needs to be:

“While I was growing up, I’d basically had three granddads until two of them had transformed into women.”

There were a few spelling and grammar mistakes in this one, but I’m letting that pass since it’s an ARC.

Overall, however, I just can’t really enjoy this story. It’s got all the elements that have frustrated me in all previous four books as well as some new ones. The characters are also much more loosely connected to the previous characters, so that I don’t even get to see the likes of Jimmy or Fredi that much, to make up for it. For me, this one fell short on too many things, not least of which were uninspiring main characters and an underwhelming plot arc.


💕 Meet the Author

Pat Henshaw, author of the Foothills Pride Stories, was born and raised in Nebraska where she promptly left the cold and snow after college, living at various times in Texas, Colorado, Northern Virginia, and Northern California. Pat enjoys travel, having visited Mexico, Canada, Europe, Nicaragua, Thailand, and Egypt, and Europe, including a cruise down the Danube. Now retired, Pat has spent her life surrounded by words: Teaching English composition at the junior college level; writing book reviews for newspapers, magazines, and websites; helping students find information as a librarian; and promoting PBS television programs. Her triumphs are raising two incredible daughters who daily amaze her with their power and compassion. Fortunately, her incredibly supportive husband keeps her grounded in reality when she threatens to drift away while writing fiction. Where to find the author:

Website: http://patbooked.blogspot.com

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pat.henshaw.10

Facebook Foothills Pride group: https://www.facebook.com/foothillspride

Twitter: https://twitter.com/phenshaw

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Pat-Henshaw/e/B00BPDEDEA


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