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Title: Just The Way You Are (Just Life #4)
Author: EE Montgomery
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Cover Artist: Catt Ford
Genre/Sub-Genre: Contemporary, M/M Romance
After ten years in an abusive relationship and a near-fatal knife wound, Jonathan Watson is finally free. Unused to being able to make even the smallest decision and smothered by family and well-meaning neighbors, he’s floundering in the real world. Jonathan is afraid of falling into another relationship too quickly and realizes he needs time to rediscover who he is before he attaches himself to another man. He never counted on meeting Ben Urquhart, though. Ben tempts Jonathan to forget everything and take a leap. For Ben, it’s love at first sight, and he doesn’t want to take it slow. He wants to build a life with Jonathan, free from harm and full of laughter. But before they can take the next step, they must protect Jonathan from his possessive, threatening ex. Jonathan must find the courage to confront him and break the chains of his past before he can be truly free to build a future with Ben.
10 things you want to learn how to do/try your hand at
There are so many things I’d love to do. Some of them I just look longingly at, knowing it’ll never happen. Other things I tell myself I’m really going to do one day—hopefully before I get too old to do it and enjoy it. Still others, I know will definitely happen.
In no particular order:
- Be part of a scientific expedition in Antarctica. I don’t have a science background—my qualifications are in education, technology and creative industries—but I’m sure there’s something I could do. I’m great at data entry.
- Sail around Antarctica. Are you noticing a theme here? This one might be more achievable than the expedition as far as being qualified for it.
- Sail around Australia. Yes, that’s another theme happening. Once I decide I want to do something, I want to do it in all its forms and manifestations. This one would take more than a month. I have to wait until I can take that much time off work.
- Build a sailing boat. Well, of course. It’s obvious isn’t it, given the two above? I want to build it in wood. I love the feel of wood and the way it speaks to you when it’s on the water.
- Learn how to sail a sailing boat.
- Go off-grid and be totally self-reliant. Time for a change of theme. This time I’m nowhere near a boat or the Antarctic. I already grow organic vegetables, but I want to have an alternative energy source, water source and waste disposal system. I can feel calm spreading through me as I think about it. I can also feel every muscle in my body ache in sympathy as I think about how much work it’ll be to get there and maintain it.
- Play the saxophone. I already play the piano (well, I could if I practiced a bit) and love the sound of the alto sax. Of course all those instruments that get blown into get a bit icky and have to be cleaned all the time.
- Make costumes for events like Genrecon and Comicon and sell them. I used to design and make all my own clothing but these days I mainly make costumes because they’re fun. Of course, I’d have to overcome my need to keep all the costumes I make.
- Freelance photography. I can recognize a good photo when I see one, so that’s a start right? I do enjoy taking photos but don’t have the patience to be constantly changing lenses or waiting for wildlife to do what I want them to. I did once spend more than an hour waiting for a kookaburra to laugh only to realize it was a blue-winged kookaburra and they don’t laugh. I got a great shot of light glinting off the blue in his wings, though.
- Be a writer. Yes, yes, I know I’m already a writer and I’ve been one for years, but it still feels new and tentative. I’m not yet the best I can be. I still have a lot to learn, a lot of things to try to see if they work. It’s exciting and brings a sense of wondrous discovery to every day. This one I’m not going to think about or imagine, or even try. This one gets done, no matter how long it takes.
JONATHAN SHIVERED in the early morning air but not from the chill. He wrapped his arms around himself and groaned as his wound tugged against the movement. He relaxed slowly as the pain eased. From where he stood, he could see between the two apartment blocks to where the sun glinted off the Brisbane River. Five years ago he used to watch the ferries puddle their way up and down the river, dropping passengers here at Hamilton and across the way at Bulimba. He’d missed that view for a long time. He wondered if he’d miss the house now that he was leaving it.
The house was gray—morning gray, Anthony had called it, but it had always looked like unwashed, neglected underwear to him. The lines of the house were precise and symmetrical, unlike the yard. The front lawn bore scars, just like his chest. They were from his Cruiser skidding to a stop the night Anthony had sent him to kill Mark. His eyes burned as he thought how close he’d come to doing what his boyfriend told him to.
At the time, he didn’t think he had any other choice. It was kill or be killed. Literally. By the end of that night, Mark had been the only one left uninjured. Liam’s leg had thankfully healed quickly where Anthony had stabbed him. Anthony was still in hospital with a self-inflicted knife wound to the stomach, and Jonathan… Jonathan was done with that life. Anthony’s knife in his chest—so close to his heart it was clearly intended to be fatal—had cured him of whatever delusions he’d held onto that let him believe he was in love with the man. Even Anthony’s assertions that Jonathan was responsible for him being in a wheelchair since the car accident two years before wouldn’t get him to stay.
He was out of it now, or at least he would be as soon as the removalists came and took his stuff away. Then he could begin to heal. The first step had been to learn to breathe again after his lung collapsed when Anthony stabbed him. The next step… he didn’t know what the next step after this was. He wasn’t going to admit it to anyone, but he was just as terrified now, starting a life of his own—on his own—as he was when he thought he was going to die.
The trembling began again. Dizzy. Couldn’t catch his breath. He leaned beside the front door and forced himself to bring his mind back to the here and now and looked around again. There was a new section of fence now, and the Cruiser had been repaired and sat at the curb, waiting for him. His cousin must have had the damage repaired while Jonathan was in the hospital—learning how to make his lung work again after his boyfriend had tried to kill him. He shook the thoughts from his head. He had to stop thinking like this or he’d go mad.
Sleep last night had been impossible. The house had been cleaned, but nothing was going to completely remove the blood splattered on the white carpet. His blood.
A low rumble burbled through the air, and a truck turned onto the street. Jonathan’s heart raced. “You can do this,” he whispered, although he wasn’t quite sure which part of “this” he was talking about. It could be dealing with strangers on his own, or it could be leaving Anthony—finally. He pressed the heel of his hand over the dressing on his chest. Staying with Anthony was no longer an option.
The truck stopped and turned to reverse into the driveway. The high-pitched beeping made Jonathan jump and, to calm himself, he focused on the two men sitting in the cab. The driver looked young and blond, the passenger older and shriveled, his hair sticking out in unkempt tangles.
“Two people. Not Anthony. You’re outside, everything’s marked. You don’t need to go inside with them at all if you don’t want to. You can do this.” He counted his breaths in and out. The beeping stopped, the engine cut out, and the driver’s door opened.
Long, well-formed legs slipped from the cab, by-passing the step completely as a muscled body slid to the ground. Khaki cargo shorts bunched enticingly around a spectacular package before settling loosely around slim hips as the man’s boot-clad feet landed on the ground and he stood away from the truck. Jonathan moved his gaze up the body. The worn T-shirt did nothing to hide the trim stomach and prominent pecs and the sleeves framed the rounded deltoids perfectly. Jonathan sighed as he lifted his focus higher to see the man’s wide smile.
About the Author:
E E Montgomery wants the world to be a better place, with equality and acceptance for all. Her philosophy is: We can’t change the world but we can change our small part of it and, in that way, influence the whole. Writing stories that show people finding their own ‘better place’ is part of E E Montgomery’s own small contribution.
Thankfully, there’s never a shortage of inspiration for stories that show people growing in their acceptance and love of themselves and others. A dedicated people-watcher, E E finds stories everywhere. In a cafe, a cemetery, a book on space exploration or on the news, there’ll be a story of personal growth, love, and unconditional acceptance there somewhere.
You can contact E E Montgomery at firstname.lastname@example.org; on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/ewynelaine.montgomery; on Twitter: @EEMontgomery1; or at her web site: http://www.eemontgomery.com/ and blog: http://www.eemontgomery.com/blog
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