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Title: Whispers of Home
Author: April Kelly
Cover Artist: Carmen Waters
Genre/Sub-Genre: Contemporary, M/M Romance
All Jaron McAllister wanted to do was get out of the small town where he grew up. After being bullied all his life for being gay, that’s exactly what he does. He loses all contact with everyone in the town of Pickleville, including his emotionally distant mother and the only true friend he ever had.
When his best friend and mother of the child they share, get murdered he knows he must ask for help in the one place he thought he would never go back to. Coming back home isn’t easy and finding himself attracted to the town man-slut spells disaster. Travis Heath isn’t at all what his reputation suggests though.
- Okay, I know this is going to be so clique but I really want to get a print copy of just one of my books. I want to hold and love it and squeeze it. Who doesn’t want to hold tangible evidence of their accomplishment?
- Going to a conference as an author. I did manage to get a golden ticket to GRL just recently though.
- Going to EuroPride. I’ve made some really great friends in the short time that I’ve been published, none more special than the ones I’d meet at this conference.
- Meeting Andrew Grey. I’m going to fangirl all over him when I finally do get to check this one off. The poor man.
- Finally meeting my reading buddies face to face. I have belonged to a reading group for over ten years now. It would be amazing if we could all get together someday.
- I want to go to Australia. This might not seem like a literary goal but Bronwyn Heeley and Lily Lamb are in Australia. They are two of my favorite people and amazing writers.
- I want to get Carol Lynne to autograph a book for me. Any book of hers, it doesn’t matter which one.
- I want to autograph one of my books for someone. It doesn’t matter for whom.
- I’d like to go on a writer’s retreat someday. They sound relaxing and being around other authors would be really cool. Although, we probably wouldn’t talk to each other much, just sit around and write in the same general space.
- I want to go to Camden, New Jersey. Walt Whitman is buried there and he’s a favorite author of mine.
Jaron looked through the window of the diner from across the street. His mother’s hands gripped a mug, probably full of coffee. Jaron thought he was meeting Brian but apparently Brian had other plans. Brian always did think he knew best, the bastard. Jaron was fully aware his oldest friend had set this up, probably getting in touch with Gloria McAllister right after Jaron had called the first time, telling her when Jaron would be here. Brian had never understood that the relationship Jaron and Gloria had wasn’t like the relationship Brian had with his own father.
Looking at his mom through the glass was like watching a movie of her. He had never felt the connection with his mom that he thought he should, even as a small child. Maybe that had been his fault. That he wasn’t quite what she wanted in a son and therefore kept just enough distance to make it seem like miles. Which was why he was confused she had come instead of Brian.
When he was eighteen years old he had thought he left because of a burning desire to fit in somewhere, because he certainly hadn’t fit in very well in Pickleville. He needed that connection to another human being, that knowing he was so important to another human being they just couldn’t live without him. Ironically, it was a five year old boy he felt unconditionally connected too. Now that he knew the unconditional love a parent felt for their child, he wondered at his mother’s parental instincts.
He stood on the sidewalk in front of what used to be a place called the Hobbyist’s Dream but was now an Asian market. He noticed the place was empty when he had arrived but his back was turned now, his complete attention on the woman in the window. He thought the Asian place probably wouldn’t have lasted long back in the day. Who knows now? The diner was the only one in town, or was until they put in a McDonald’s by the highway. Jaron hadn’t realized that things in this town could change until the bus passed by the fast food restaurant. Somehow he expected everything to be the same, as if time would stand still just because he didn’t feel any different now that he was here.
Standing here, he felt that maybe he left to put the physical miles between himself and the only parent he had ever known. He had never fit in with her either.
He felt a tug on his hand and looked down at sweet blue eyes. This small boy was as dependent on the next few minutes and the woman in the window as he was. “I’m thirsty,” Bobby said, around the thumb in his mouth.
“Me too. Let’s go.” Jaron stepped off the curb and onto the street, gripping onto Bobby’s hand just a little tighter, pausing for a car, and then continuing until he came within inches of his mother, the glass the only barrier now. She looked directly at him, showing more emotion in those few seconds than he had ever seen from her during his entire childhood. He looked away and walked through the door of the restaurant.
About the Author:
Born and raised in Southwest Michigan, April lives with her husband and two kids. She has been an avid reader for several years. Writing her first story at the age of ten, the characters in her head still won’t stop telling their stories. If April isn’t reading or writing she can be found outside playing with a farm full of animals or taking a long walk in the woods.
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