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Dallas is pure love in a character

CoverPieces of Me by N.R. Walker

My rating: 5 of 5 stars

There is such a feeling of love in this series it’s like being wrapped up in the softest blanket with a mug of steaming tea and a right pile of biscuits to munch on.

It just makes me feel happy, comforted and so in love with both Dallas and Justin as they try to find their new normal after the accident which has taken five years of memories away from Jussie.

The depth of love Dallas has is infinite and seeing him just be there for his partner is everything you’d ever hope for yourself in similar situations.

There’s not really a ‘plot’ as such, it’s more of a meandering along with them and their friends as they move on with their lives.

If you could wrap that feeling of quiet joy from the unconditional love that Dallas demonstrates, you’d make a fortune and the world would be a better place.

#ARC kindly received from the author in return for an honest and unbiased review.

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Release Blitz: Pieces of Me by N.R. Walker

Pieces of Me | N.R. Walker

Missing Pieces #2

Pieces of Me coming soon

Release date: June 26, 2020

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Blurb

Justin’s recovery is slow, but any step forward is a win in Dallas’ eyes. Having always been a source of strength for Justin, even before the accident, Dallas is trying to find his feet again as he struggles to get some normalcy back in their lives.

But now, with added financial pressures and Justin’s ongoing medical needs, Dallas isn’t sure how much longer he can be the strong one.

As missing pieces of Justin’s memory return, Justin realises the physical side of their relationship is another piece of the puzzle he desperately wants to put back together. And as he gets to know Dallas all over again, he realises what his mind can’t remember, his heart can’t forget.

Excerpt

“Did you say accounts?” Justin asked, nodding toward where I’d stacked the papers on top of my laptop.

I wasn’t gonna tell him about my money worries, but I didn’t want to hide this from him. Maybe just not the extent of it. It was a fine line. “Yeah. I just have a few things to get done tonight. I’ll need to be working in the shop with the boys this week and not in the office, so if I can keep on top of the paperwork . . .”

“Is that because I’m not there?” he asked. “Do you have to do my job?”

Shit. I withheld the sigh that threatened to escape and put my fork down. “Not exactly. I mean, yes, a little bit. But it’s nothing we can’t handle until you’re ready to come back.”

His brow furrowed and I gave him time to think about what I’d said. He ate some more of his pasta but then pushed what was left around his plate with his fork. “Do Davo and Sparra have to do my work too?”

Shit.

I didn’t want him to feel bad, but I also wouldn’t lie to him. “The three of us are filling in the gaps. When I was at the hospital every day, Davo and Sparra did everything. They really covered my arse. So now we’re home, I’m trying to do as much as I can to help them out. We have an important contract coming up, one we do every year, and it’s good money. I can’t drop the ball on it.”

“I don’t like letting you down,” he whispered.

I reached over and squeezed his arm. “You’re not. At all. In any way. You’re my priority, first and foremost, Jussy. But my business is important too. Davo and Sparra depend on me for a job and I don’t want to let them down. I just need to get the balance right, that’s all. So if I have to do some work on the computer while we sit on the couch after dinner, then so be it.”

He tried to smile but couldn’t quite manage it. “My accident . . .”

When he said nothing else, I did. “Your accident was not your fault. It wasn’t anyone’s fault. And we’ll get through this, I have no doubt. I just want to try and do the right thing by everyone, that’s all.”

“I want to help. I can do . . .” He frowned again, like he couldn’t find the right word. He shrugged. “I don’t know what I can do.”

“You can get better, and you can rest and recover,” I said. “And you can make an awesome spaghetti.”

That earned me a small smile, but it didn’t last long. “I hate that everything is so hard. I want to do things but I’m tired, and my leg and my arm are stupid, and my head hurts most of the time. And the worst part is that I can’t think properly. Like sometimes it’s clear, and sometimes it’s foggy, sometimes it’s like I’m underwater. I hate that I can’t remember everything, and I hate that I feel so lost.”

“Lost?”

He gave a small nod. “I dunno who I am. I mean, I know I’m Justin, and I know where I come from, and all that shit. But I dunno who I was. The last five years were so important and I’ve lost that. I dunno who that Justin is.”

I pulled my chair around so I faced him, and I took his hand. “Baby, I wish I could fix that. I wish I knew how to get everything back. I hate that you feel that way, but I completely understand why you do. I’m sure I’d feel the same if it were me in that van that day.”

“I just feel . . . lost. And sad.” He shrugged. “I guess today’s just a bad day, but I . . .” His chin wobbled and his eyes became glassy. “I dunno.”

“Oh, baby,” I whispered. “You’re allowed to have bad days.” To be honest, I was surprised he hadn’t had more bad days before now. “Do you want a hug?”

He nodded quickly, and I stood up and helped him to his feet. I pulled him against me and he snuggled in, fitting the side of his head against my neck. I rubbed his back and held him tight, and for the longest moment, we never moved.

“Thank you,” he mumbled.

“What are you thanking me for?”

“For everything. For knowing what I need when I don’t.”

He made no attempt to move and I certainly wasn’t going to. “I need your hugs too.”

“I mean it. When I’m all fuzzy and . . . not together . . .  I can’t think of the word. Anyway, when I’m like that, you hug me and it fixes me.”

“Well, you’re welcome. You can have a hug any time.”

He was quiet again for a bit and he leaned heavily against me as though he were falling asleep. “Thank you for staying.”

“Staying where?” In this hug?

“With me. For not leaving me. You could have, but you didn’t.”

I pulled back then so he could see the seriousness in my eyes. “Justin, baby. I love you. I’ve loved you for years. You are loved. And I know that’s probably weird for you, but I need you to know this: I’m not leaving you. Not then, not now, not ever.”

His face softened and he almost smiled. “It’s not weird. Well, maybe a little bit but not really. We’ve been on like, one date.”

I laughed. “Does tonight not count? You cooked me dinner. It could be our second date.”

“Nope. I forgot the candles.”

I chuckled and pulled him back in for a hug. His left arm went around me and held me just as tight as I held him. He was warm and smelled like home. “Candles make it a date,” I said quietly. “Got it.”

He was quiet again and heavy against me. “I like hearing you say it,” he mumbled. “That you love me. I know you do. You look after me, and you care.”

He liked knowing he was loved, and I couldn’t blame him. It was an amazing feeling, comforting like a soft bed and warm blankets on a cold night. I knew he loved me too. I knew he did. It was just trapped, hidden under the surface. He’d already remembered slivers of me from our life before the accident. He said my wing tattoos felt safe, like home. And he trusted me, and for a guy who was surrounded by strangers, that was a helluva statement.

His heart knew me, even if his head didn’t.

And I clung to that with everything I had.

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N.R. Walker is an Australian author, who loves her genre of gay romance. She loves writing and spends far too much time doing it, but wouldn’t have it any other way.

She is many things: a mother, a wife, a sister, a writer. She has pretty, pretty boys who live in her head, who don’t let her sleep at night unless she gives them life with words.

She likes it when they do dirty, dirty things… but likes it even more when they fall in love.

She used to think having people in her head talking to her was weird, until one day she happened across other writers who told her it was normal.

She’s been writing ever since…

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Release Blitz: Love Imperfection by Evie Snow

Love Imperfection | Evie Snow

Evangeline’s Rest #2

Publisher: Exile Publishing

Release Date: January 21, 2020

Subgenre: Romantic Comedy

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Amazon AU: https://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B07ZVNM8YF

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Beth Poole’s got the wrong ticket to the right life…

English dog trainer Beth Poole is having trouble getting her life back together after beating a life-threatening illness and divorcing her husband. When her Aussie-soap-obsessed grandma sends her to Australia to recover, it seems a great opportunity for some rest and relaxation while she figures out what’s next.

But when Beth arrives in Australia things get off to a rocky start. To begin with, she’s on the wrong coast and there are deadly creatures everywhere. And if that weren’t enough, her neighbors are driving her crazy. She’s staying in the beautiful Margaret River wine region, right next door to a family-owned vineyard.

It should be perfect, but the boisterous Hardy clan just don’t seem able to leave her alone. The usually reserved Beth is soon reluctantly embroiled in their family disputes and romantic entanglements. And eldest son Clayton Hardy is proving surprisingly persistent.

The more Beth gets to know Clayton, the more she sees what she wants for her future. But as the end of summer approaches, her past comes back to haunt her and tests her newfound relationship with Clayton to the limit.

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“Do you . . . do you want to come in for another bad coffee?” she asked abruptly, her voice uncharacteristically loud in the night silence.

“Ah. Beth. Normally yeah, but I have to get back to help clean up,” Clayton replied gruffly, appearing genuinely regretful. “I’d love to but—”

“It would be the euphemism sort,” Beth blurted, her voice still unnaturally loud. “Sex coffee. No, sex not coffee. Hopefully not bad.”

Clayton’s eyes widened. “Come again?”

“Sex?” The word was a sort of squeak. “There’s, ah, there’s something I want to talk to you about first, but after that . . . if you still want to, definitely sex.” The painful heat of embarrassment burned a fiery trail from her toes to the roots of her hair. It burned even hotter when Clayton didn’t reply. Silence filled the car while he stared at her in the dark.

“Or we could just have bad coffee?” she amended weakly.

Clayton cleared his throat loudly. “No. No. Sex would be great.”

“Oh. Really? Alright. Good.” She quickly opened her door before Clayton could do it for her and scrambled out of the Jeep. She didn’t want to be that close to him yet. Not until they’d talked about things. Without looking back she scampered around the cottage and frantically searched in her handbag for her key, only managing to get the door open and the lights on when two large warm hands firmly grasped her hips from behind.

About the Author

Evie Snow is the pen name for a globe-trotting writing team comprising of Georgina (George) Penney and Tony (The Kraken) Johnson.

George does the actual writing and reads far too many books. In the past, she was well on the way to a contemporary history PhD when moving to Saudi Arabia re-introduced her to a love of writing fiction.

Tony manages plot wrangling and is in charge of caffeine distribution. He once spent twenty years working globally as a petroleum engineer and found the oil industry to be far stranger than fiction.

Together, George and Tony have lived in a bunch of countries including Australia, Saudi Arabia, Bahrain, Brunei Darussalam and Scotland. They’re currently on a world-traveling adventure, writing books, seeing all the sights, eating all the food and patting as many critters as possible.

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