Cover Reveal: Button Down


One of my New Year goals was to get more involved in promo and make better connections via networking.  Having a book coming out with Dreamspinner/Harmony Ink means I’ve got a whole new network of awesome authors to help promote!  Today’s cover reveal is for one such author, Dawn Kimberly Johnson.  In fact, not only do you get a great cover, you get an excerpt to whet your appetite as well!

First, let’s peek at the cover itself.








How about now?




Maybe now?




Ooooh alright. I’ll get on with it already!


Don’t you just want him to take that tie off and get going with those buttons? I do love a man in a suit!

If that wasn’t enough to spark your interest, how about a blurb and an excerpt?


Blurb: When he finds himself captivated by a movie-star handsome stranger he meets in a bar, lawyer Ford Reilly watches a simple one-night stand develop into a taste of what living honestly might bring him.

Out and proud Gus Hansen has built a small architectural firm from nothing, but could lose it all as he tries to break a contract he signed before knowing about the project’s antigay ties.

After Ford discovers he spent a passionate night with the man on the other side of the dispute he’s handling, he finds himself in more than one quandary. He can either maintain the status quo, enforcing the contract to the letter, or he can defy his overbearing father and break free of the closeted life he’s built for himself in order to be with Gus.

Gus has his own choices to make. He knows the sting of loving a man who hides himself, but the longer he lingers in Ford’s presence, the more difficult it becomes to deny their attraction.


After ditching their mother, or her ditching them, Royce and Ford went to grab a burger together at Teenie’s Diner. They ate in silence, savoring the delicious grilled flavor of Teenie’s Gutbuster special, which Royce finished easily, but Ford struggled to get a third of the way through.

“How’d your trip to Atlanta go?” Royce asked, sitting back with a sated sigh and a pat to his still trim belly. Ford couldn’t control the frown that crossed his face in time, and Royce caught it. “What? No luck?”

“Luck? With what?”

“With the architect.” The two brothers stared at each other for a couple of seconds. “Did you get him to turn over the designs?”

“Oh!” Ford laughed nervously and ran his hand over his face. “Uh, well… not right then, no. But I made it clear to… his lawyer that he didn’t have a choice. I expect the designs to be delivered before the end of the week.”

“Good enough. I’m sure Daddy will be satisfied.”

“When is our father ever satisfied?” Ford asked, picking up his unsweetened tea for a sip, but he realized he didn’t have room in his stomach and placed the glass back on the table.

Royce frowned. “Now, Ford—”

Cicely slid into the booth next to her fiancé. “Should you be eating so close to dinner?”

“You know me, hon. I can always eat,” Royce said right before kissing her.

“Ooh, onions,” she said, scrunching her nose and waving her hand in front of her beautiful face.

“Sorry, babe.”

She winked. “You can make it up to me later.” Royce laughed, glancing at his little brother in embarrassment.

“Day off?” Ford asked.

“Court ended early today. Judge Rice is on his way to Tupelo.” She signaled the waitress for some coffee. “His youngest is giving him his third grandbaby, and I doubt he’ll be back before next Monday.”

Debbie, a willowy, overworked waitress with mousy-brown hair and twinkling, green eyes, rushed over with a cup, saucer, spoon, and pot of steaming coffee. “How are you today, Ms. Pepper?” she asked as she filled Cicely’s cup.

“I’m good, Debbie, thank you. How are your boys?”

“Toby’s allergies are acting up, and Doug is close to graduating from technical college. Don’t think he’ll be working construction much longer.”

“Good for him.”

Another customer caught Debbie’s attention, and she rushed off. Cicely added two creams and a teaspoon of sugar to her coffee before taking a sip and sighing. “Where was I?”

“Who’s covering for Judge Rice while he’s off becoming a grandfather again?” Ford asked.

“Oh, right. I expect Judge Walker will come up from Valdosta for the rest of the week. Don’t worry. I’ll keep an eye on him.”

“I know you will, babe.” Royce leaned in for another kiss, forgetting her previous objection to the onions. He backed off just in time, but Cicely reached out, caressing his face before leaning in and planting a gentle kiss on his cheek. Ford grinned as he witnessed the tender moment, then turned his eyes to the picture window on his right to gaze out on the quiet Main Street of their town, just as a blue convertible zipped by. He grinned. Perfect weather for it.

“Success in Atlanta?” Cicely asked.

“We just went over that,” Royce said. “Ford let that pansy arch—”

“No,” Cicely admonished with a concerned glance at Ford, who narrowed his eyes at her.

“What?” Royce asked, confused.

“Don’t say ‘pansy.’ It’s insulting, derogatory, inappropriate.”

Royce looked around and whispered, “Babe, it’s not like he’s in here.”

Cicely glanced at the other patrons and asked, “Royce, can you honestly say you know the sexual orientation of everyone in this diner?” He chewed that over, and while he did, Cicely continued. “You wouldn’t want to say something ugly that might hurt someone or have them think less of you, would you, sweetie?”

“Uh… sorry.” They all fell silent for a moment as Royce gazed into Cicely’s eyes. Her hand lightly brushed his thigh, and his expression softened, a grin playing at his lips. In the dictionary, under dope, is that face, Ford thought, chuckling to himself as he watched his brother succumb to his best friend’s spell.


Be sure to check out more about those Reilly boys in Button Down!


Buy links:

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Amazon –

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A native of West Virginia, Dawn earned a BA from the Marshall University W. Page Pitt School of Journalism and Mass Communications and worked as a copy editor at The Charleston Daily Mail for eight years.


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