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JUDGING BOOK COVERS
I recently attended a signing in San Francisco’s Castro District. The talented author, Scott Wilbanks, had attracted a beautiful, mostly male crowd. The collective impact of so much masculine splendor and upper body strength in one small bookstore stunned me into a blinking daze.
Yet despite my keen appreciation for muscular health, my most intense focus landed on their faces. I needed to see their expressions. Beauty is nice, but kindness is vital.
The Castro bookstore was filled with kindness.
There I sat, a short, plump writer accompanied by my critique partners, all of us a certain age, none of us gay. Judging by appearance alone, we didn’t belong in that room. Years ago we’d named our critique group “The Armadillos” because writers require impermeable shells, and each of us faced great personal challenges.
In that bookstore, we had no need for tough hides. Everyone welcomed us warmly and invited us to share a few laughs. In my experience, such deep kindness rarely develops without cause, and I would guess most of the crowd had overcome an obstacle or two in their lives. They knew the price of survival.
My friends and I had a wonderful time. We wished the evening lasted longer so we could spend more time with the compassionate, funny group. We were comfortable and happy.
We were not judged by our covers.
Contact with my fellow authors on social media has led me to expect the same type of warm welcome at the GRL Retreat in October. I look forward to meeting other readers and favorite authors, and I’m sure to gain even more favorites. I hope to see you there!
Many thanks to Prism Alliance Book Reviews for this opportunity to share my novel from Dreamspinner Press, Broken Mercies, which celebrates the type of survival and compassion I most admire.
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Title: BROKEN MERCIES
Author: Lucy Marker
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Publication Date: 11/24/2014
Cover Artist: Christie Caughie
Musician Daniel Gilchrist has decided he’s broken.
He doesn’t deserve Jeremy Evans, a sensible, sweet artist who insists they belong together. Bad choices after a hellish childhood make Dan more suited to guys like his ex-lover, a toxic mega-star who wants to resume their affair.
But Jeremy is irresistible, and he’s survived a few nightmares of his own. He challenges Dan to get rid of the false shame imposed by his mentally ill mother. Her twisted zealotry had influenced his choices, and it’s time to stop blaming himself for inadequately protecting his little sisters from her cruelty.
While Dan wrestles with old guilt, his former lover persuades him to collaborate on a song that protests religious bigotry. Dan grows suspicious of the star’s odd behavior, and then law enforcement shows up.
That clinches it—Dan really isn’t good enough for Jeremy. Somehow he’s managed to drag the poor guy into danger.
Jeremy pouted and buckled his seat belt.
“Keep that lip out, and it’s going to get chewed on,” Dan warned.
The lip pooched out further, but Jeremy couldn’t keep it there because he’d broken into a laugh that danced down Dan’s spine.
An unfamiliar, bubbly feeling rose beneath his heart, and he realized it was happiness. He’d never dated a guy who laughed so easily. Mac had been darkly intense and his other lovers not much better, but then he’d been drunk a lot of the time. His bar for quality lovers hadn’t been set very high.
He put the car in reverse and paused. “Jer,” he started, his voice wobbling.
“Yeah?” Even in the dim lot Jeremy’s eyes sparkled with humor, his lips lightly curved. Dan could spend a lifetime basking in his gentle regard, and it was freaky as all hell that the idea didn’t scare him to death like it should.
“Just….” He struggled for words. “Just….”
Jeremy sighed. “I know, Danny. Me too.”
His heart skipped a beat. Jeremy knew him, understood him. Dan stared out the windshield, taking a moment to gulp down a lump of emotion. He and Charlie Mac had been mind-linked over music, but he’d never felt this total unity with any other human. He shivered, suddenly unsure of his edges, where he and Jeremy merged.
Jeremy’s soft voice tingled in Dan’s groin, realigning his priorities. Drive now, brood later. Much later.
“Ya.” He zipped out of the parking lot.
His house near Valley Fair Mall was about fifteen minutes away at this time of night, with no traffic and quick lights, which meant his bed was only sixteen minutes away. Yet by the time he’d finally jerked the car to a stop in his driveway, he was sure that at least twenty-two and a half hours had crawled by.
Jeremy unpeeled fingers from the “oh shit” handle above the passenger door. “I didn’t know there was a racecourse from downtown to your place,” he said breathlessly.
“Sorry. Drove too slow.”
He ignored the disbelieving snort he got in response and scrambled out of the car. “Well, come on,” he said to the turtle-speed guy. The second Jeremy had shut the car door behind him, Dan pressed the locking fob and made a mental note to check the plastic device later for cracks.
He dropped the keychain on the porch twice before finally getting the damn key into the fucking lock. Once inside, he grabbed Jeremy’s arm, slammed the door, locked it, propped Jeremy against it, and braced his arms beside his head.
But before he could nail the guy with a kiss, the gentle glide of Jeremy’s hands over his exposed wrists abruptly leashed his crazed need.
“Look,” Jeremy whispered, pushing back Dan’s jacket to stare at the arm muscles he stroked. “You’re so strong.”
Dan breathed hard, fascinated by the contrast of Jeremy’s pale fingers against his dark-fuzzed skin. He could hardly believe they were finally touching. He buried his nose in the abundant silk of Jeremy’s messy hair, breathing in the clean scent. One day he would have to ask what product he used.
Nestling closer, Jeremy wrapped his arms around Dan’s waist.
Oh, this precious, golden man. So trusting, so giving, and too tender for the rough mauling he’d been about to receive. Dan nuzzled the hair away from Jeremy’s forehead. He grazed his lips over velvety skin and deposited a barely there kiss at the corner of his closed eye before drifting lower to taste his cheek.
Jeremy tipped his head back, his lips soft and open, silently begging. Dan denied them both, instead dusting a kiss on the corner of his mouth.
About Lucy Marker
Lucy Marker and her husband bond with their two adult children over Warner Bros. cartoons, Mel Brooks movies, and similar intellectual pursuits. Having learned very young to escape into books, she was thrilled to discover the power of creating her own stories. She writes about what inspires her most, the uncommon courage of ordinary men and women who face their issues and dare to love.
I have a number of paperbacks, most of which are signed, to giveaway. Over the between now (11 Mar 2017) and 31 Mar 2017, every comment on the blog (this post and all other new posts), will be entered to win 1 of these paperbacks. There are also some misc swag items, so there will be a few packs of these to give away as well.
Thank you so much for your support over the last 4 years. Prism will be closing its doors on 1 April 2017. All content will remain available, but no new content will appear after 31 Mar 2017. As such all request forms have been turned off. Again Thank you,
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