A.F. Henley’s ‘The Chase and The Catch’ Blog Tour – #Guestpost and #Giveaway!

We are very happy to welcome A.F. Henley to our blog today. One of my very first professional reviews was for one of the author’s books (back when I was a reviewer on Prism Book Alliance) and it is an honor to now introduce the brand-new book ‘The Chase and The Catchh’ on my own Review Blog. 🙂AF Henley_TCTC Blog Tour Image



I have to admit, I’m not a big fan of the never-ending story. Not the actual The Neverending Story, mind you; I loved that. More specifically, I’m not the kind of person that gets so invested with a set of characters, be it my own or somebody else’s, that I can’t quit them. It’s one the reasons that I don’t watch ninety-nine-point-nine percent of television series (couple that with my unbelievable impatience with waiting and my distaste for repetition and, yeah, it’s safe to say that I’m pretty much a movie person), and it’s the biggest reason why I don’t write series. I love oneshot, fully-realised stories that show me something – the kind that kick the door in, slam down some drama or action, resolve the instance, and run back out. For the most part when I read “The End” I fully expect it to be just that.

That statement is doubly true when I write the same phrase.

I’ve explained before that I have very little patience (I don’t even like the word) for my MCs by the time I’m done with a novel. It’s not their fault. They are endearing, interesting, and devoted to their plot lines. They work hard to fulfill their roles and meet not only my own expectations, but also the expectations of my valued readers. Unfortunately, by the time I’ve read their clever one-liners, or their angst-laden lamentations for the sixteenth (-hundredth) time, I’m ready to damn-near shoot the whole lot of them: “And they all died. The End.”

There are, of course, exceptions to every rule. Anti-series me got caught—hook, line, and sinker—by the Netflix series Hemlock Grove, but I blame that divergence on the extremely attractive young men playing the parts of the MCs. I have been dragged back to a story that I’ve already left behind, and had the revisit turn out better than the original (see Vision Quest). And I’d be a big ol’ liar if I didn’t admit that I would have loved to see The Dark Tower novels keep going. Probably forever. Hell, King could have restarted them where he’d left them and I’d still be reading.

And now… well, now, there’s The Chase and The Catch. I can see myself wanting to follow these two for a little while longer. Maybe, even, for a long while longer. Plot bunnies keep showing up in the corners of my mind (it’s okay, most of them own dust masks) and they’re copulating profusely. Whether that’s a case of an old dog learning new tricks (namely me), or kudos to the characters in the novel, I’m not really sure.

So, I’ll introduce the main character, John Liege – author, and leave the concept with you, the reader. What do you think of the characters, the plot line, the story? And if and when you get a chance to read, would you be interested in seeing more of these two?


The Chase and The Catch


Brilliant sunlight shot daggers of pain into John’s eyes and he fumbled for his sunglasses with one hand, blocking with the other, as if, somehow, a single leather-gloved hand would do any good against the assault. Snow had fallen the previous night and everything gleamed with the lustre of freshly polished silver. The parking lot was a postcard-worthy image of pristine white surfaces surrounded by burdened evergreen branches and puff-capped fence posts—the kind of scene that a year prior would have found John dragging out his tablet, inspired into tapping words about flush-cheeked kiddies or curiously joyful rodents. Now the view just made him want to growl about delays and inconveniences.

“Did you call ahead?”

John adjusted his sunglasses, flipped up his collar, and thumbed at the dash of the car. “Yeah. No flight delays. Pop the trunk, will you?” When his sister didn’t react, John tilted his head and sighed. “What?”

She didn’t hesitate, but then Jenna never did. With everyone in his life still treating him like he was going to explode into a million shards of anxiety every time he opened his mouth, Jenna could be counted on to speak when she felt like she needed to. And even the times when she just damn well wanted to. “You don’t have to do this.”

“Actually, no, I really do.” He worked up a smile. “I mean, I could drive, but the weather’s kind of shitty and it would take me something like thirty-five hours.”

“I don’t mean the flying and you know it.” Jenna snagged his jacket when John reached for the door handle. “You don’t have to run off and do this. The writing will come back to you when you’re ready. Since when does a person trade poetry and romance for scribbling down some guy’s autobiography?”

John held up a finger. “Biography. My perspective. An autobiography would be—”

“What the fuck ever. Don’t change the subject. Let’s just say that this does end up being a good thing for your career.” She caught his gaze when he looked up with another smile, and pursed her lips. “It won’t be. But regardless. Why do you have to go down there? Why can’t you do it like a normal twenty-first century human being and use Skype? Or you know, the telephone? Why do you have to be a billion miles away from home? I can’t be the only one who thinks this isn’t the smartest idea you’ve ever come up with. You haven’t exactly been…” She tapped her temple. “Well.”

John rolled his eyes and drew a snort of disgust through his nostrils in the extended, too loud way that he knew drove her crazy.

Jenna’s grip tightened into a fist. “Seriously. I’ve done some research on this guy, John—”

“Really?” John feigned absolute shock. “Me too! Weird…”

“I’m just not sure you’ve thought this all the way through. The guy can be an asshole. Self-centered, pompous—”

He disengaged Jenna’s fingers from his coat, placed her hand on the seat, and patted the back of it. “I’m sure his fans would disagree. As a matter of fact, most of them would have you drawn and quartered for even daring to think such a thing.”

“I couldn’t give a single fuck about any of his fans.” Her fingertips began to play a beat on the vinyl seat. “I care about you. And you already feel bad enough without immersing yourself into the life of a narcissist—”

John whistled through his teeth. “Harsh.”

“Read the blogs.”

John rolled his eyes and snapped the handle of the door. The onslaught of cold air was immediate. A good thing, John decided. It would get him out of the car that much faster if Jenna was shivering like a Chihuahua. “I’ve read the blogs. And I’ve read his Twitter and stalked his Tumblr and, and, and. He’s interesting. There’s a good story hidden behind that damn mask he’s been wearing for the last decade, and I want to be the one to dig it out.”

“You write romance—”

“No.” John drew himself out of the car and then turned back to lock up their eyes. “I write. Plain and simple. Now, please, pop the trunk. Because if I miss this flight due to the fact you’re holding my luggage hostage, I swear to God that I will make you pay for the next one. First class, nonetheless.”

He shut the door with a solid swing and walked to the back of the car to wait for the latch to release. The sound of the trunk popping was almost simultaneous with the clunk of the driver’s door opening.

“You call every day,” Jenna said, rounding the car, the high heels of her boots managing to click soundly even through the layer of snow. “I mean every fucking day.”

John dragged two suitcases out of the car and nodded at the open trunk. “I will. Get that for me, please?”

She ignored the trunk to worry her hands against one another. “And take your medication.”

“I haven’t been on meds for weeks now.” It was somewhat of a lie, but John soothed himself with the thought that the statement was mostly true. He still took the sleeping pills, but the antidepressants were gone. Thank fuck.

“By doctor’s orders or your own?” Jenna’s glare was colder than the wind.

John leaned forward, kissed Jenna on the cheek, and turned towards the glass doors of the airport. “Be good, Jen. And get back in the car before you freeze to death. Mom would kill you if she saw you out here in that jacket.”

“I can park,” Jenna called. “Come in and sit with you?”

“No time.” He kicked the silver disc that would operate the automatic door. “Flight’s probably already boarding.” He slipped through the half-open door. “Drive safe.”

“And what do I do if Sam calls?”

John bit back the reaction to tell Jenna she could invent new ways to penetrate the man with large, unforgiving objects, and pass them on to Sam in graphic detail. Instead: “He won’t.”

“But if he does?”

“He won’t.”

She was still standing beside the open trunk when he turned to walk away. She was worried. They all were: his agent, his parents, and his friends; her husband Mark, and probably both their terriers and their entire tank of fish. Not that he could blame them. It hadn’t been a good year. He’d always been able to use his writing to get him away from his problems, a retreat of sorts, where he could work things out in his head before having to deal with them. So when the words had abandoned him, be it in retaliation for the pills he’d taken too frequently, or because his brain was too busy focusing on the images of horror that kept playing through it, John had thought he was going to lose his mind.

Confusion had become depression. Panic escalated into obsessive-compulsive behaviour. He was no longer ‘that crazy writer.’ He was just fucking crazy.

“But this is writing,” John mumbled, staring at the flight board and trying to make his eyes focus on the words that would tell him where to go. “It’s still writing.” After all, what biography wasn’t spiced a bit here and there? Perspective was everything. And if Mr. Parker Chase—actor-extraordinaire, supposed-charmer, but potentially more-of-an-egotistical-dick-than-his-agent-would-like-anyone-to-know—was willing to let John be the one to offer that perspective, then it didn’t matter that the story wasn’t fiction. Or romance. Or even working its way towards a happy ending. He could live with the compromise just to be at it again.

For the time being, at least.



After one of his fans committed suicide, John lost everything: lover, confidence, drive. When he is given a chance to get back on his feet, he is happy to take it—even if it’s just writing an actor’s autobiography. It might not be romance, or even fiction, but it’s something, and there are worse people to work for than the charming, successful Parker Chase.

That doesn’t mean working for Parker is easy, however. A staunch supporter of living for the moment, Parker goes against everything John believes in. He feels out of place in every moment of Parker’s Hollywood life, stuck in a game of wits that at times seems almost contrived…


AF Henley_The Chase and The Catch CoverCopyright © 2014 by A.F. Henley

Published by Less Than Three Press

51,000 words

Gay Contemporary Romance

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Please note: Novel contains some explicit content.




















Now for the giveaway!

On behalf of the tour, I’d like to invite you to join my giveaway by taking part in the Rafflecopter event. The prize consists of a Swarovski crystal spider clip, a $20 gift certificate to the Less Than Three Press book market, and a signed, print copy of The Chase and The Catch (when available). Click through for terms and conditions, further details, and your chance to win!

** Please note that this giveaway is being offered tour-wide and there will be one awarded winner for the entire event.

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My huge thanks to Rainbow Gold Reviews for having me by. It’s a pleasure and an honour to be a guest on your site. 😀

AF Henley ❤



Henley was born with a full-blown passion for run-on sentences, a zealous indulgence in all words descriptive, and the endearing tendency to overuse punctuation. Since the early years Henley has been an enthusiastic writer, from the first few I-love-my-dog stories to the current leap into erotica.

A self-professed Google genius, Henley lives for the hours spent digging through the Internet for ‘research purposes’ which, more often than not, lead seven thousand miles away from first intentions but bring Henley to new discoveries and ideas that, once seeded, tend to flourish.

Henley has been proudly working with LT3 since 2012, and has been writing like mad ever since—an indentured servant to the belief that romance and true love can mend the most broken soul. Even when presented in prose.

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27 thoughts on “A.F. Henley’s ‘The Chase and The Catch’ Blog Tour – #Guestpost and #Giveaway!

  1. Pingback: The Chase and The Catch Blog Tour and Giveaway | AF Henley

  2. I’m a big fan of sequels simply because I always fall in love with an author’s characters and I therefore want to know even more about what is going on in the characters lives even after their original story is done. I fully support the plot bunnies multiplying in your head!

    Please count me in for the giveaway too!

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  3. Sequels, or series have their place. But there are some things that should never be continued. Which is why I’m always heart-broken when they decide to make the dreaded sequel of something that didn’t need one.

    Or, dare I say it, the pre-quel. A word almost as ridiculous sounding as phablet.

    But I do get the hot men thing. That has gotten me through a number of movies….or gotten me into a movie that I later wished I could get out of.

    But I am a big series guy. Sadly. Cartoons are my drug. Every Saturday morning there is a monkey on my back that I need to feed.

    But here is my ultimate thought on sequels and series, if the author thinks another one is due then it tends to end up worth-while. If they don’t want to do it but it’s “so popular” and “a money maker” that they do it anyway. It rarely works out. I say rarely because somehow people continued to love Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy.

    If your heart is in it, and you love them, I have no doubt it’s the right thing for you to pursue. I could be wrong, but I don’t doubt myself. That would be crazy. Almost left shoe in the fridge crazy. I thank heaven every day I find my right shoe in the fridge instead of the left. It means I’m still sane.

    Here’s to more fun as you do your blog tour. 😀

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  4. *dances… cheers… claps…* Okay, no singing. That will crack every window in my house and I just had those replaced 2 years ago…

    I am far enough in to say that I would be on the list of names who would like very much to read more of these two. Book 2… 3… 4… 5…. However many you can bring yourself to contemplate if you would like. Or none. Not trying to be a push over. I know it’s about the market as much as it is about the story. I’m ALL for the story, but I can’t make up the market with just me.

    But I’m loving it thus far… so much that I forgot about the time the bus was to deliver my son to my door, was hopping one footed to get jacket and pants on (I was wearing shorts, and it’s 0C/32F out) when I heard the out honking so I can dash out the door to retrieve my boy. XD

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