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Sunday, August 23, 2015

Finding the Way Home - out today!

The call for this one was "Military" and I had a lovely amputee just out of the service show up, along with one of the men he served with who comes to his rescue when he gets out of the hospital only to discover that his long-term lover has picked up with someone else.

This is a part of the "To Love a Hero" PAX collection at Amber Allure and you can buy all the books in the collection at a discount, or you can buy the stories individually.

My story for the collection is called Finding the Way Home.

When he arrives home from a long stint in the hospital after losing his right arm to an IED blast, Sergeant James Miller certainly doesn’t expect his keys not to work and a strange man answering his door, only to learn his boyfriend has dumped him.
Yet that’s exactly what happens, and James is just happy that he can count on his old platoon buddy to have his back, and a spare bedroom he can use until he gets on his feet.

Horace Grundy the third—“Horse” to anyone who doesn’t want to get his butt kicked—is retired and has a tidy house on the beach that he calls home. The place isn’t big, but he figures there is plenty of room for James, even if he has always fancied the man.

Thankfully, the two of them fit together well, and soon the roommates become more. But James’s past isn’t ready to let go of him yet, and the new lovers are caught off-guard when James’s ex-boyfriend suddenly reappears in his life. Can James and Horse’s new relationship weather the storm?

It's currently 35% off and can be bought here.

I posted a smutty excerpt here yesterday and here is a non-smutty excerpt that picks up where the one on the publisher's site ended:

James managed a grin of his own. Andy hadn’t been the grand love of his life, but they’d been together seven years for fuck’s sake.

“You just say the word and I won’t need a key to that lock to do what needs to be done.”

He knew Horse was serious. They’d been through some shit together and had each other’s backs, no matter what.

“Thanks, man.” This was what James needed. Just this—good coffee, the sound of the ocean outside, and his best buddy.

They drank their coffee in silence, and it wasn’t heavy or awkward, it just was.

“You want to crash?” Horse asked.

“I’m gonna try to stay awake, man. I don’t want to screw up my days and nights again. They were horked at the hospital.” That had been a nightmare. No windows, the lights on all the time. Plus the nurses woke you to give you your meds around the clock. He hadn’t known if he was coming or going the whole time he’d been in the hospital.

“There’s a small deck out back with some lawn chairs and a rockin’ view of the waves. And I’ve got Netflix and whatnot, if you want to watch something. Hell, I’ve got video games and board games, too, whatever you want.”

“What do you normally do? I don’t want to screw up your routine.” James didn’t want to be in the way.

Horse snorted. “To be honest, I could use the company. There’s only so much TV-watching and jerking off a man can do before he’s sick of his own company.”

“Man, you’re doing retirement right.” James hooted, and suddenly the world felt better. Real after eighteen months of fucked up.

“Looks like my coffee hit the spot.” Standing, Horse stretched, T-shirt riding up.

Hot son of a bitch. The thought wasn’t new. Horse was a stud. Here in private, and him without a boyfriend and all, it crossed James’ mind that what was new was that he could touch. Which reminded him exactly why he was single. Fucking Andy.

“Let’s find a show to binge watch,” Horse suggested. “You look like you could use the distraction.”

“Totally.” James stood up, stretched. “It going to wig you out if I take this thing off, man? It’s heavy.”

“Hell no. You got that saving fucking lives. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. You need help?”

“Nah.” James stripped off his shirt, unfastened the chest strap, and eased the arm off. “Good thing I’m left handed, huh?” It had been the first thing he’d said when Horse had found him in the chaos, his right arm lying about three feet away from him.

“Yeah, because you’re not stubborn enough to have learned to be left-handed if you weren’t already.”

Horse was always giving him shit.

“Fuck you, man. Is there somewhere to leave this?”

“Let me show you your room.”

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