Dear Brandilyn, I can’t thank you enough for reading, reviewing, and having me on your blog for my new release. I really, really appreciate it.
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Well, I just want to say a little about something in the story. One of the things that I needed to do some research in the Internet was about how to make a bomb. 🙂 I just hope no one in the government or law enforcement would go look at my Internet history or they’d think I was a terrorist in the making. Well, that’s one of the things us writers are afraid to show, right, our Internet history? LOL.
Anyway, I didn’t include too many details on the bomb making in the story because, yeah, I don’t want any of you to make bombs once you’re finished reading this book.
This Isn’t Goodbye by Iyana Jenna
Romance on the Go
Stay-at-home dad Taylor MacLean chose his life knowing he could rely on the trust fund from his rich grandmother. He didn’t have to work a day in his life. He preferred to take care of his baby daughter Janine and, when he was not busy changing diapers, he would get down to his art studio.
After finishing college, Jamie Selkirk followed his dream to be a photographer. Now working for a famous fashion magazine, Jamie spent more and more of his time away from Taylor and Janine, his husband and daughter. Can the couple learn to put each other first before their marriage begins to crumble?
Taylor went still for a moment before he let Jamie go. Jamie’s body turned rigid a moment ago, a tell-tale sign every time his boy almost said something important. It disappointed him when Jamie only said that he needed an aspirin. Really, Jamie, an aspirin? Taylor had put a full bottle on the glass table in the living room next to the couch where they both slept last night.
“Go ahead. It’s on the table,” Taylor said in dismissal. “You would’ve seen it if you hadn’t been so busy wanting to throw up.”
Taylor turned around abruptly. He combed his hair back. He’d acted mean and thoughtless. He caught a pained reflection in Jamie’s eyes. Taylor wanted to leave the room, this very second.
“Taylor?” Incomprehension and hurt chased one after another in Jamie’s voice, and Taylor couldn’t take it anymore.
“I heard something. I think Janine’s woken up.”
“Janine.” Jamie’s trembling voice stopped him in his tracks. “I haven’t seen her since … since I don’t remember when.”
Yeah, Taylor knew it must’ve been too long since Jamie saw their daughter. He’d stormed out of the house right after breakfast yesterday morning.
“Don’t you miss her, Jamie? Or is your job and are all those parties still too important for you? More important than your own daughter?” It crossed Taylor’s mind that she was Jamie’s and not his, but he figured it would be mean of him to say that. They’d both agreed to use a surrogate, and they were married. It meant whatever belonged to Jamie belonged to him, too.
“I want to see her,” Jamie said, his voice so thin Taylor thought he was imagining it.
“She’s okay,” he said. “I checked her earlier. She slept through the night while I was down here.” He stopped at once. Jamie didn’t know Taylor slept with him on the couch.
But nothing escaped that pretty head.
“Down here? Were you with me?” Jamie’s face flushed and Taylor wanted to grab him right there.
“I just missed you.”
Jamie sniffled, but he stayed still. Taylor balled his fists.
“Aw, what the hell.” He lunged forward at Jamie right at the same time as Jamie moved toward him. They met halfway, grasped each other’s face, and mashed their lips together.
“Wait a minute.” Jamie pulled back, gasping.
“I have to tell you something.”
“No, you don’t. I missed you. You’re all I want.”
“I need to tell you I’m sorry. I’m sorry I neglected Janine and you. I won’t do that again, ever.”
Taylor cupped Jamie’s face. “You don’t need to apologize.”
“Yes, I do.”
“Then I’m sorry, too.”
“I ignored what my husband needed.”
Jamie smiled. “So do you forgive me?”
Taylor swept him off his feet and grazed his lips lightly against Jamie’s.
“I already have.”
Taylor kissed deeper and drank in everything he could. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d kissed Jamie. All the models in the world and their neighbors could want him, but Jamie belonged to him.
About the Author:
Iyana lives in Jakarta, a city famous for its traffic jams, a lot of cars and motorcycles, and people selling stuff on the roads. You can spend two hours on the road going to a place you can reach in half an hour in a normal situation. Thanks to the traffic jams, though, Iyana can come up with a lot of stories, mostly shorties, as she prefers to spend the time during her trips writing into her cell phone rather than sleeping.
Another thing Iyana loves is kitties. Right now she has five of them. Their names are Larva, Nyil, Cil, Mermood, and Horus. When she doesn’t write, she plays with them, or they would play with her when she writes.
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