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Title: Love Wins Anthology
Author: Alicia Nordwell, Lucie Archer, Kris T. Bethke, Deja Black, M.A. Church, David C. Dawson, Jana Denardo, Nicole Dennis, Ravon Silvius, L.A. Merrill, Grace R. Duncan, Xenia Melzer, Jude Dunn, Julie Lynn Hayes, Tray Ellis, Troy Storm, Renee Stevens
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Cover Artist: Paul Richmond
Genre: Contemporary, Gay Fiction, Gay Romance, Menage/Poly, Paranormal, Science Fiction, Urban Fantasy, Winter Holiday
Release Date: 12/12/2016
Love Wins: With time comes healing, but Orlando and the LGBT community are still recovering from last June’s tragedy. To show our ongoing support for those affected by the Orlando shooting, our authors, editors, artists, and staff have volunteered their talents to create this second benefit anthology. All proceeds will be donated to LGBT organizations in central Florida. Join us as we reaffirm that no matter the obstacle, love always wins.
Pushing Back Oblivion: Fighting a rapidly growing brain tumor, Cohen promises his partner, Jaime, that he’ll never give up. Through surgeries and setbacks, at times that promise and Jaime’s voice are all Cohen has to cling to.
Hi! I’m Alicia Nordwell, and I’m visiting Prism Book Alliance today to talk about my short story, Pushing Back Oblivion, in the Dreamspinner Press anthology, Love Wins. Every story in this eBook was written for free, and the proceeds will be donated to help victims and family members of the Pulse attack. Months have passed since that tragedy occurred, but I think it’s important to remember that hate might be directed at our community, but we’re not going to let it beat us.
With that in mind, these stories are all about how love can overcome and win in the end. Pushing Back Oblivion is about two lovers who are facing a desperate situation, and it will take everything they have if they’re going to make it through. Of course, they’re not strangers to fighting for a second chance. As a teaser, I thought I’d write the scene where my main characters meet.
“Bethany is making her way down to the starting line,” Mason said. “You have about five minutes.”
“Thanks.” I turned back to the reporter who’d cornered me for a short interview. When I got a look at him, I hadn’t fought too hard. “Sorry. What did you say your name was again?”
“Jaime Aiza. I’m writing an article on your fundraiser.”
“Great! We love free press. What can I do for you? It looks like you already picked up our pamphlet.”
Jaime was holding one of the glossy trifolds a local copy shop donated. Every penny the race earned that didn’t go to direct costs went to local foster kids. Most of the materials were donated, and all the staff were volunteers. Every kid deserved to have decent clothes, shoes, and the school supplies but that wasn’t always the reality. Social workers identified the kids who needed help, and we made sure they could go to school without feeling like everyone knew they were foster kids just by looking at them.
A pair of tennis shoes, a decent coat and backpack, notebooks, pencils, and crayons didn’t seem like much—but when you had next to nothing, “not much” could make a huge difference.
“Yes. Last year’s donation total was impressive. Do you think you’ll beat it this year?”
“We already have,” I said proudly, “by at least a few thousand dollars, and that’s not counting employer matching programs.”
Jaime made a note on the small tablet he carried. “That’s great. Everyone I spoke with today said you’ve been the main organizer for this race since it began five years ago.”
I nodded. “It’s a lot of work, but I think it’s important. I love working with all the volunteers who come together each year. Clothing and supply drives help, but this is a city-wide effort that brings in a lot of money. DHS is underfunded and understaffed. Social workers can submit a request to the fund for money to buy specific items their kids need or reimbursement for emergency situations, which happen all too often. I didn’t use to be a fan of running, but 5k didn’t seem like too much for a good cause, and now I love it.”
That made Jaime chuckle, and I smiled. His warm, dark eyes crinkled at the edges when he laughed.
“What about you? Up for a run?” I wasn’t above recruiting for more participants down to the last minute.
“Not today, but maybe next year. I do a lot of running for my day job.”
“As a reporter?” I raised my eyebrows. “What kind of stories do you write?”
Jaime shrugged. “Let’s just say tracking down my stories is usually a bit more dangerous.”
“Cohen? We’re about to start,” Mason called.
“Be right there! Sorry, I have to go. Maybe we can finish this after the race?”
“I need to get back to the office, but I left my card with your assistant. Maybe later? Just one last question, if you don’t mind.”
I nodded as I started to loosen up. “If you don’t mind me stretching.” Looking up, I caught him staring at my ass.
Jaime grinned again. “Not at all. I know the public details, but people like a human angle. I know you were in the system, but I wondered if any particular event when you were a foster kid prompted you to start this fundraiser?”
I straightened, my hands clenched into fists. I didn’t talk about my childhood because this wasn’t about me. That meant this guy had poked into my private life, which he had no business doing. “My childhood isn’t something for you to use as fodder to gain readers.” Jaime paled and he opened his mouth, but I didn’t want to hear his excuses. I turned abruptly. Losing my temper could mean bad press for the race, and we didn’t need that. “I have nothing further to say.”
Thankfully, the gun went off to signal the start of the race so I had an excuse to escape. I left Jaime behind me without a second glance. Too bad he was one of those slimy reporter types; he had a great smile, and the attraction clearly went both ways. I poured my irritation into my running, feet pounding against the asphalt, determined to make this year my best finish ever.
About the Author
The number one question folks ask Alicia when she shares she’s a MM romance author: “Why gay fiction? Why write men when you’re a woman?” and her answer is: “Why the hell not!” Alicia Nordwell is one of those not so rare creatures, a reader turned writer. Striving to find an interesting story one day, she decided to write what she wanted instead. Then the voices started… Yep, not only does she talk about herself in the third person for bios, she has voices in her head constantly clamoring to get out.
Fortunately, with the encouragement of her family and friends, she decided for her own sanity to keep writing. Now you can find her stories both free and e-published. When she’s not on the computer typing away, she’s a wife and a mom of two in the dreary, yet ideal for her redhead complexion, Pacific Northwest. Except for when she disappears into one of the many worlds in her head, of course! She can also be found quite often at her blog, where she has a lot of free fiction for readers to enjoy or working hard, or maybe hardly working, as an admin on GayAuthors.org under her online nickname, Cia.
Tuesday, 12/6 MM Good Book Reviews – Ravon Silvius
Friday, 12/9 Dreamspinner Blog – Nicole Dennis
Monday, 12/12 Kimmers Erotic Book Banter – Kris T. Bethke
Tuesday, 12/13 Bayou Book Junkie – Deja Black
Wednesday, 12/14 My Fiction Nook – Julie Lynn Hayes
Thursday, 12/15 Open Skye Book Reviews- Jana Denardo
Friday, 12/16 Love Bytes – Xenia Melzer
Saturday, 12/17 Prism Book Alliance- Alicia Nordwell
Saturday, 12/17 Prism Book Alliance – Grace R. Duncan
Monday, 12/19 Alpha Book Club- Jude Dunn
Tuesday, 12/20 Tammy’s Two Cents – David C. Dawson
Thursday, 12/22 Scattered Thoughts Rogue Words – Tray Ellis
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