First, let me start by saying thank you to Marc, who has been so sweet to me and
invited me to post this. Also, I’d like to say thank you to all of you who’ve read Always.
Never did I think anyone would love Damon and Jason as much as I did, but you guys
A LITTLE ABOUT ME:
I’m a 25 year old mother and wife from Mississippi. I’m now also a writer and for me
to say that somewhere public makes me so happy I could burst. I was a late bloomer
when it came to reading novels, but after my first I started devouring every book in sight.
I’ve had a love for writing ever since I was a little girl, although most of it was poetry.
My mother used to read me Dorothy Parker poems as a kid and soon after I discovered
Frost, Whitman, Browning, and Rilke. I was a weird kid, but hey I had a sense of
humor. Fast forward to my late teens after I discovered how much I love books as well
and I was starting to feel like might enjoy trying to write a story. I had this amazing
friend, who shall remain nameless, who happened to be the friend that got me reading
all these great books. Anyway I was shy, always have been, and I expressed this deep
desire for writing something to my friend. I remember her telling me to go for it, to just
sit down and write whatever comes to mind and she would read it. So I did.
My first attempt at writing was both successful and unsuccessful. What started out as
a need to create turned into something so much deeper. I once read something by
Tim O’Brien that said writing is just “Redefining truth,” and that was what my first book
did for me. It redefined some truths that I had to learn to face. This first work is still
unpublished and I’m not sure if I’ll ever be ready to share it, but it will forever be my
baby because it was what lead me to starting this journey.
My mom was actually the one who got me reading M/M romances. She’s not the
typical ‘bless your heart’, go to church every Sunday, let’s not curse in front of the
children kind of mom, but she’s absolutely the coolest. Right away I was hooked on
boys in love. There’s something so honest and rare about M/M romances that you
just don’t get in a lot of other books. It’s not the only genre I love, but it’s probably the
top of the list. Plus, let’s face it, guys are HOT together. I’ve had plenty of gay male
and female friends over the years and I’ve had them from all over the spectrum: in the
closet, WAY out of the closet and proud of it, and those who were out, but still didn’t
kiss and tell. So when I first sat down to write Always, I had plenty of stories to draw
inspiration from. Bullying was also a big issue I wanted to address in Always as I’ve
had friends and family members seriously affected by it. Once I was done, even though
it was short, I was ready to share it with the world and self-published.
I sometimes worry that me being a married mom might deflect some readers of this
genre, but I still think I did okay for my first time. After all love is love, it’s all the same
Never, the much longer sequel to Always, will be available on Amazon late March 2014.
I cannot wait to share Dean’s story with you all.
Jason has had a crush on Damon Nixon ever since he figured
out he liked boys. After one fateful day at summer camp Jason’s dream finally comes true as he and
Damon begin meeting in secret. But the waters of this new relationship are tested when school
comes around and the weight of this secret becomes heavier than either boy expects.
Enter Dean Hardy. When the new openly gay bad boy takes an interest in Jason the stakes rise and
it seems like there is no way to keep Damon’s secret and be happy at the same time. Will Jason
and Damon overcome the pressure of being together? Or will Jason decide he doesn’t want to be
someone’s secret any longer?
EXCERPT FROM ALWAYS:
“Jason turned to face him as cooly as he could, leaning against his dresser.
Damon’s eyes were tracking his every move. He looked furious and something
else Jason had never thought he’d see, he looked possessive. “There a reason
you’re here Damon? Because whatever it is, I’m sure you can get close if not
more of the same thing from one of your cheerleaders.”
Then Damon was in his face, his bigger body crowding Jason’s, his muscled
arms caging him in. “What the fuck was that in the hallway today,” he snarled.
Jason puffed out his chest some, getting more pissed by the second. “What the
hell did it look like to you? And why do you care?”
“I see that asshole lay one more finger on you, I’ll. . . “
“You’ll what,” Jason yelled. “Not like you could do much more than sit and
glower at us. And I swear to god if you ever push me again like you did today, I
will push right back. I may take that shit off a lot of the assholes around here and
I might have been in love with you for four damn years, but I refuse to take that
Damon pulled back, his dark eyes wide. “What do you mean you’ve been in love
Jason rolled his eyes. “What do you think it means? I’ve had a crush on you
forever and never thought in a million years I’d get to have you, but when I do, I
have to share you with half the female population at our school. You didn’t like
seeing the way Dean touched me today? Try having that shoved in your face
every single day. The only difference is that it’s by your damn choice, not mine.”
“What do you mean it’s by my damn choice and not yours,” Damon yelled back,
their faces mere inches apart. “You chose this too! You chose to be with me too
“And I guess I’m just getting a good look at what exactly that means.” The cool
convicted tone of Jason’s words had Damon breathing harder.
Damon’s nostrils flared. “I mean it Jason. You’re mine. He needs to stay away
from you if he knows what’s best for him.”
“I don’t belong to you,” Jason declared heatedly.
“You belong with me!”
Damon grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and claimed his lips in a possessive
FIRST EXCLUSIVE SNEAK PEEK AT NEVER
“I tried to concentrate on helping Jax get some more coffee in him when the music
starts. The lights all around dim until the only light in the room is from the little votive
candles sitting all about. When the first strums of the guitar begin, I don’t look up, but at
the first words that pour from the microphone, my eyes snap up to the guy on the stage.
“Give me love, like her. Cause lately I’ve been waking up alone. Paint splattered tear
drops on my shirt. Told you I’d let them go.”
His voice was like warm honey and whiskey; sweet but a little rough, something that
envelops and warms you, but keeps you coming back for more. I know that might
sound like an awful lot to catch from just a few chords of a song, but I was transfixed.
He was a lot cuter the closer I looked. His jet black hair was styled in the obvious yet
loveable fohawk and in the dim light I could make out the strong inked muscles of his
arms as he strummed the guitar. A lip ring winked at me from movements of his full
lips as he sang and even though I’d never thought facial jewelry particularly hot before,
he seemed to make it an exception. His eyes seemed trained on me and I felt my face
grow warm at the intensity of his gaze. I couldn’t tell what exactly his eye color was, but
they were light enough for me to drown in. I sat there, drunk friend forgotten, openly
staring at this guy as he begged someone to give him love. I’d never heard the song
before, but it was beautiful, even as he stopped playing and started patting his guitar
in a beat while he continued to sing. If his eyes strayed from me they didn’t stay gone
for long and I found myself holding my breath every time they found their way back.
Every chord, every word from his lips seemed to flow over me in an almost physical
caress, until I was so turned on I was ready to drag him off stage and break in the new
apartment. When the song ended and the lights came back on singer hottie stood and
thanked the audience before sitting down the guitar and making his way toward me.
I kept running over and over things in my head that I wanted to say to this beautiful,
talented man that would not make me sound like either an idiot or some kind of fan girl
which would also make me an idiot, but I was drawing a blank. He stopped once he
stood before me and I quietly gasped at his eyes which were so light green they almost
appeared gray. I fiddled with my fingers as we stared each other down, not wanting to
be the first to say something. Did he want to hook up? Did he want to hit me for staring
at him like I wanted to fuck him in front of god and everyone because I was pretty sure
that was the face I was making. Finally he spoke and his eyes narrowed the littlest bit
as he did. “I don’t believe I know you.”
Huh? Did he know everyone in Denver or something? What the hell was that suppose
“Big brroder,” I heard Jax slur behind me as he started to stir. “You singded good
My head snapped up to meet hottie’s gaze again. “Did he say brother?” Please god tell
me he did not just try to say brother.
“I believe he did. I’m Riker.” He held his hand out to me, suddenly all business like.
“You’re Dean right?” I nodded dumbly. How the hell did I just find the hottest guy in
Denver and he turns out to be my best friend’s brother?”
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