Not Used to Cute by Becca Seymour Release Blitz

A bar owner who’s not looking for a relationship. A lost soul who’s afraid to trust. When Elijah and Seb meet, sparks fly. But will either of them find the courage to take what they want?

Pouring his all into his business, Elijah is perfectly content running his bar. With its prime location and its infamous drag shows, Bar QK is the place to be. Elijah is used to meeting new and sometimes interesting people, but it’s rare anyone catches his interest for anything longer than a five-minute conversation.

It takes a wandering, unfiltered surfer, who’s tired of the chase and dog-tired of people taking advantage of him, to spark long-buried interest in Elijah.

While kindness runs through his veins, Seb doesn’t believe in fairy tales. He has a past he’d rather forget and has no real expectations for his future. He believes it’s safer to not make assumptions about anything or anyone; that way, he’ll remain safe.

It takes his elusive, aloof boss, whose mixed messages are more confusing than Ikea furniture instructions, to show Seb that opening his heart can be worth the risk.

When Elijah and Seb find themselves working on a common goal, the high stakes may be just the nudge they need.

Not Used to Cute is a low-angst, beach-town gay romance set in the Sunshine Coast, Australia.

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“What happened?”

His words registered though made no sense.

“Just,” he clarified, “everything was fine. You smiled, then it all changed. I lost it.”

“Lost it?” I was convinced I’d been dropped into a conversation midpoint as I floundered to catch up. Elijah was direct, as I was, or usually was. I liked that about him. A lot. But he also had a habit of using clipped questions, or short sentences that took me a while to work out what he meant.

“I lost your smile.”

“Oh.” Oh! What the heck was a guy to say to that? Yeah, he’d asked a question that he wanted answered, but hot damn, that he’d lost my smile? I really hoped to God that that meant what I thought it meant. But far out, I wasn’t sure my heart could handle a man like Elijah.

From the moment we’d met at his bar, there’d been a connection. It was undeniable, but still, at work he kept his distance. Admittedly, he took time out to make sure I was coping and settling in okay, but he was the boss. And he occasionally brought me treats. And maybe we chatted about a few things other than work sometimes. It was his job. Right? Right? Okay, so perhaps he didn’t quite keep his distance at work.

And then when I’d told him about what had happened with the paint, he’d seemed to have lost his guard for a few seconds and had mentioned an “us.” At the time, a flurry of activity had burst free in my gut, pretty similar to the havoc currently taking place there. The thought that it was more, the possibility that he could actually like me like me and that Harriet was right… Then there was the mention of that kiss, which I was sure had happened and hadn’t been a figment of my imagination brought on by shock.

Heat crept through my body. I had no idea where it travelled from or was heading to, but my senses flared to life. The subtle shift of his fingers as they still made contact with my cheek, the fresh masculine scent of his aftershave hovering between the two of us, the controlled sound of his breathing, which actually deepened a little… all caught up with me and, honest to God, weakened my knees.

I wobbled a little, and he reached out his other hand, not realising I’d been leaning into him. He placed his hand on my hip to steady me.

Not quite flush with him, it didn’t seem to matter as his body heat pushed against me. Warmth that was welcome and comforting pulled me in and made unbidden words spill forth. “You like my smile?” When his lips moved and it looked like he was about to speak, my filter vanished, was whisked away into the abyss and I was powerless to stop it.

“So does this mean you like me”—please stop—“because if you do, which is great, but are you sure? It’s just that you said I was, well you know, small and stuff, and I don’t know, everyone at work says you’re into big guys, or at least bigger than me.” Please, make it stop. I didn’t listen to myself, despite my last comment causing his brows to lift. “You just don’t seem like the kind of guy that would go for someone like me. It’s just, I’m not saying I’ve been bashed with the ugly stick or anything”—a nervous, awful laugh escaped my lips, carrying my words—“I know some people think I’m good-looking. Not that I’m vain or anything. Nothing like that. But I saw some of the men at the bar who I know you’ve hooked up with, and they’re nothing like me. They have a good few inches on me—in height,” I quickly added. “I’m packing, and”—for the love of all that is holy, make it stop. I prayed for a hole, a tsunami, a vortex—“anyway, I just, well, I like it when you smile, too.” I finally ran out of steam with no clue what I was talking about or even if I had a point or answered his damn question.

Sarah – ☆☆☆☆
As the title suggests, this is a cute story. When a wandering surfer meets a bar owner, he’s equally interested in a job – and the owner. Fortunately, his feelings are reciprocated.

This story centres around a gay bar on Australia’s Sunshine Coast. Between surfing and drag queens, this feels like a beach read – though a criminal investigation involving both Seb and Elijah does add some suspense to an otherwise feel-good story.

This is a short book, but there is some attempt to develop both Elijah and Seb as characters. More time is spent on Seb’s back story than Elijah’s and the result is a story that feels like it belongs to Seb – even though the perspective switches back and forth. This is an easy, entertaining read with opportunities to develop other characters in future books.


Veronica – ☆☆☆☆
This story is cute and sweet, and Seb is completely adorable. I connected to Seb. Seb’s awkwardness, the way his mouth kind of runs away from him combined with his confidence in the face of self-doubt made him easy to relate to and totally loveable.

Elijah, Seb’s boss and love interest, is a good guy but is known for his casual flings and while he is unsure about taking the plunge with Seb. For me, Elijah is kind of your standard hot guy, nice and all, but this story was all about Seb and what he wanted and if that was Elijah, then I was on board with that.

Not Used to Cute was easy to read and even though it deals with some issues of homophobia, it never gets too heavy. I confess I was so into Seb, any time anything upset him I got upset and teary eyed; although I’m pretty sure making me cry was the author’s intention.

I had a good time reading Not Used to Cute and I read it in less than a day. If you’re an m/m fan who likes a lovely, sweet romance that isn’t heavy on the bedroom antics, I’d recommend giving this story a read.


Angie – ☆☆☆☆
Oh, my goodness! Elijah and Seb are soooo wonderful. This was a story that gave you the feels. While the attraction was instant, this wasn't an insta-love story. This took a little bit of time. I loved these two and the side characters. This really needs to be a series! Great afternoon read by the pool.

Becca Seymour lives and breathes all things book related. Usually with at least three books being read and two WiPs being written at the same time, life is merrily hectic. She tends to do nothing by halves so happily seeks the craziness and busyness life offers.

Living on her small property in Queensland with her human family as well as her animal family of cows, chooks, and dogs, Becca appreciates the beauty of the world around her and is a believer that love truly is love.

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