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Book Blitz: A Body In The Bathhouse by Brad Shreve

A Body In The Bathhouse | Brad Shreve

Mitch O’Reilly Mysteries #1

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 Length: 65,000 words approx.

Cover Design: UmeWorks

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Blurb

On the verge of bankruptcy, private investigator, Mitch O’Reilly takes any gig that comes his way, while running his Eye Spy Supply shop in a forgotten Los Angeles strip mall.

After two tours in Afghanistan, Mitch’s life amounts to operating his store, coping with his fun-loving sister, Josie, and scoring with anonymous men he meets online. That changes when he gets a break.

A beloved comedy scriptwriter is murdered at a bathhouse, and Mitch is hired to prove the innocence of the club custodian. Adapting from a two-bit gumshoe to a high-profile sleuth proves more challenging than he expected.

As if Mitch didn’t have enough to deal with, charismatic bathhouse operator, Trent Nakos, enters his life. After a heartbreaking past, the manager is the definition of a man the brooding P.I. actively avoids.

Following leads from sprawling mansions to sketchy hoods is demanding but becomes more troublesome when deadly threats jeopardize the biggest opportunity of his career.

Excerpt

Trance music, which I hate, blared into the streets from the club. Since I hadn’t been dancing in West Hollywood since college, walking into Euphoria was surreal. The faces were different, but nothing had changed.

The bartender yelled over the music, “What can I get for you?”

“A Rolling Rock,” I yelled back. I gave him my credit card and told him I’d run a tab.

Near the bar was a platform where a go-go boy was dancing. He was young, scrawny, pasty white, and had a red mohawk. The crowd paid no attention, and he frowned. I made a mental note to tip him on my way out.

Further back in the bar, another dancer dominated the crowd’s attention. I recognized his rich, dark, perfectly defined body from Club Silver Lake’s security videos. What got him the most attention was what he was packing below. His thong had to have been custom made. It wasn’t possible for him to fit into something off the shelf.

“Is that Christian?” I yelled to the bartender.

“If you’re asking, you must be from out of town, or you don’t get out much,” he hollered back.

“Touché,” I replied. “What’s his usual?”

“A tequila shot with a Corona chaser.”

“Set them up for me for his next break,” I said, thinking it might be necessary to loosen him up before questioning.

I grabbed the three drinks—his tequila and chaser, and my beer—and moved to a table near Christian. He rolled his magnificent stomach, then turned and shook his bubble butt at the crowd. Cheers drowned the music as he played with his honey-colored thong—pulling it down just enough to throw them into a frenzy, then raising it again to groans of disappointment. His face was rugged yet boyish with his wide smile and deep dimples. The bucks were flying.

Christian stepped off the platform as I downed the last of my beer. I grabbed his drinks and rushed behind him, through the rows of sweaty men, to the back of the bar. I was too slow. He entered his dressing room before I could catch him.

I knocked.

The door opened. “What?”

“I ordered these for you.”

He took the tequila shot from my hand and downed it, then grabbed the beer. “Thanks,” he snapped and closed the door.

I knocked again.

The door flew open. “Thanks for the drinks,” he shouted, “but I’m on break and need my space.”

I held out my hand to shake. “Hi, Christian. I’m Mitch O’Reilly. I–—”

I narrowly escaped him cutting off my hand as he slammed the door shut.

I was shocked that he actually opened the door when I knocked again, and I stuck out my foot so he couldn’t slam it again. “Not to disappoint you, but I’m not here as a fan. I’m the private investigator hired to look into Victor Verboom’s murder.”

He took the business card I held out and tossed to the floor. The room was nothing more than a closet with a single wooden chair, and a bookcase stacked with clothing.

“What do you want?”

“You were at Club Silver Lake the night he was murdered.”

“Yeah. What of it?” His voice was smoky.

“I’m meeting with all the suspects.”

He turned his head quickly. “I’m a suspect?”

“You were there, weren’t you?”

“Uh, yes.” He looked back and forth through the club and took a step back. “I’ll put some clothes on, and we’ll go to my car. Meet me out front.”

I wasn’t on the sidewalk long before he trotted out wearing jeans and a white tank top. He motioned me to follow him to a light blue Mustang. It looked new. “When I can’t get any peace in there, I come out here on my breaks.”

“Nice car. Not a bad ride for a nightclub dancer. You must do pretty well on that platform.”

“Screw the car. What do you want?”

 About The Author

After growing up in Michigan and North Carolina, Brad Shreve criss-crossed the country while working in the hotel industry. In addition to working in hotels as a bellman, front desk clerk, and reservation call center director, he’s managed coffee houses, waited tables, sold potato chips off a truck and even hocked pre-burial funeral plans.

He credits Where the Wild Things Are by Maurice Sendak for developing his interest in art and storytelling. He’d spend hours on the floor sketching and painting and writing stories. My Side of the Mountain by Jean Craighead George gave him his first inklings that he’d like to be a novelist someday.

In addition to perpetually thinking of how to kill people, he’s a proud dad, a beach bum, and coffee house squatter.

He currently lives in the Los Angeles South Bay with his husband, Maurice.

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Guest Post: Trust the Connection by Brigham Vaughn

Trust the Connection | Brigham Vaughn

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Publisher: Two Peninsulas Press (Indie/Self-Published)

Publication Date: November 20, 2018

Word Count /or Page Number: 145,480 words/425 pages

Formats/Price: eBook – $5.99 (Available on KU)

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I’m delighted to welcome Brigham to the blog today with an Exclusive Excerpt and also a discussion about the playlist which helped inspire the writing of Trust the Connection.

“I almost always listen to music while I write, but it doesn’t always turn into a playlist for the story. Sometimes it remains in the background, not becoming a part of the storyline. But two years ago, as I wrote “Trust” and “Connection” certain songs jumped out at me and I made them into a playlist.

I don’t mind hearing a song on repeat, so I probably listened to this playlist about 4,279 times as I wrote the story. I added a few more here and there as I tweaked the plot and wrote and re-wrote.

“Dust to Dust” by The Civil Wars was one of the first songs I added and by the end it still resonated with me so much that I can’t hear it without thinking of Evan and Jeremy. The melancholy feel was perfect for the story, but the lyrics spoke to me even more. I always imagined this song being from Evan’s perspective, begging Jeremy to let him in. Evan can see how good they could be together and he’s beginning to learn his own strength and see what he can offer Jeremy, if only Jeremy will give him a chance.

“It’s not your eyes
It’s not what you say
It’s not your laughter that gives you away
You’re just lonely
You’ve been lonely, too long

All your actin’
Your thin disguise
All your perfectly delivered lies
They don’t fool me
You’ve been lonely, too long

Let me in the wall, you’ve built around
And we can light a match and burn it down
Let me hold your hand and dance ’round and ’round the flame
In front of us
Dust to

You’ve held your head up
You’ve fought the fight
You bear the scars
You’ve done your time
Listen to me
You’ve been lonely, too long

Let me in the wall, you’ve built around
And we can light a match and burn them down
And let me hold your hand and dance ’round and ’round the flames
In front of us
Dust to dust

You’re like a mirror, reflecting me
Takes one to know one, so take it from me
You’ve been lonely
You’ve been lonely, too long
We’ve been lonely
We’ve been lonely, too long”

– “Dust to Dust” by The Civil Wars

At the heart of this story is the idea of two men, desperately lonely for different reasons, finding each other and struggling to let the other in.

Jeremy, in particular, is terrified to open up to Evan and let him see all of him. I found Adam Lambert’s “Underneath” particularly suited to him and there’s a plaintive edge to the song that echo’s Jeremy’s fears and hopes so perfectly. He wants to let Evan see all of him but he’s terrified of being rejected because of his scars.

“Strip away the flesh and bone
Look beyond the lies you’ve known
Everybody wants to talk about a freak
No one wants to dig that deep
Let me take you underneath

Baby, better watch your step
Never mind what’s on the left
You’re gonna see things you might not wanna see
It’s still not that easy for me underneath

A red river of screams
Underneath
Tears in my eyes
Underneath
Stars in my black and blue sky
And underneath
Under my skin
Underneath, the depths of my sin
Look at me
Now do you see?

Welcome to my world of truth
I don’t wanna hide any part of me from you
I’m standing here with no apologies
Such a beautiful release
You inside of me

A red river of screams
Underneath
Tears in my eyes
Underneath
Stars in my black and blue sky
And underneath
Under my skin
Underneath, the depths of my sin
Look at me
Now do you see?
Underneath, underneath, underneath…
Underneath, Underneath

Welcome to my world of truth

A red river of screams
Underneath
Tears in my eyes
Underneath
Stars in my black and blue sky
And underneath
Under my skin
Underneath, the depths of my sin
Look at me
Now do you see?
Underneath, underneath, underneath
Look at me
Do you see?
Yeah yeah yeah yeah!

Look at me
Do you see?

Welcome to my world of truth
I don’t wanna hide any part of me from you.”

– “Underneath” by Adam Lambert

This fall, when I decided to re-release the two stories as one single one, I listened to the playlists I had for the story and combined them. I also added a few new songs and “Lonely Still” by Jesse Sykes and the Sweet Hereafter felt particularly appropriate for “Trust the Connection.”

“Well this is where my ship has run aground
Stuck in the mud on the Puget Sound
I came from the Great Lakes
And I watched them turn dry
The sky turned black, and I cried

I never thought heartbreak would follow me ’round
Well, I’m lonely
Well, I’m lonely still
Well, I’m lonely
Well, I’m lonely still

Hammered hearts tired of being young
It wasn’t you, it could have been anyone
I came from the Great Lakes
And I saw them turn dry
The sky turned black, and I cried

I never thought heartbreak would follow me ’round
Well, I’m lonely
Well, I’m lonely still
Well, I’m lonely
Well, I’m lonely still”

Click on the Spotify link to enjoy the whole playlist and get a glimpse into the songs that helped shape the story.

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Summary

Scars run deep but run loves even deeper

After a lifetime of being told he’s worthless, Evan Harris is forced out of the closet and the only home he’s ever known. Jobless and homeless, he makes a desperate call to a couple he barely knows. They give him a place to stay at their place in Atlanta while he gets back on his feet. But he’s too shy to explore the big city and go after what he wants: a relationship.

Physically and emotionally scarred from a devastating car accident, Jeremy Lewis struggles to reconcile the brash, outgoing man he used to be with the social recluse he’s become. He’s resigned himself to being alone, but an encounter with an ex-boyfriend shakes up his dull existence and brings Evan into his life.

Loneliness draws Evan and Jeremy to each other, but a strong mutual attraction isn’t enough.  At thirty-six, Jeremy is convinced a relationship would be holding twenty-one-year-old Evan back.

Evan must be strong enough to fight for what he wants and Jeremy must let someone close enough to see his scars. Otherwise, they’ll miss out on the love of a lifetime.

NOTE: This story was previously published as a two-volume serial under the titles of “Connection” and “Trust”. Minor updates have been made but the story is essentially unchanged.

Excerpt

“So, I feel like I should warn you about Monty,” Russ said on Sunday afternoon, as they drove toward the apartment Evan might sublet. “He’ll probably say something completely horrifying at some point. I swear his brain doesn’t work like anyone else’s. He really is a nice guy, but don’t be surprised if he says something offensive.”

“Okay.” Evan was vaguely confused. This was someone Russ was supposed to like?

Russ chuckled as if he knew what Evan was thinking. Evan was going to ask him more about Monty but when they pulled onto Rumson street, he got distracted looking at all of the fancy new buildings. Russ pulled up in front of an older, two story brick building and got out. It was quite plain compared to the others, but nicely kept up with flowers and trees planted in front of the building. The whole street was quiet and safe feeling.

Evan followed Russ inside the building and toward the back. As Russ stopped and knocked on the door in front of them, Evan tried to convince himself he shouldn’t get his hopes up too high because it wasn’t necessarily going to work out. But he wanted it to so badly.

“Hey, Monty,” Russ said as the guy in the doorway grinned.

“Russ, my man.” He stepped back. “Come on in.”

Monty wasn’t exactly hot—but he was interesting looking. He had shaggy blond hair and bright blue eyes and sort of looked like a cross between Owen Wilson and Woody Harrelson, but a lot younger. And bigger. Jesus. He managed to make Russ look small. Evan felt puny beside him.

Monty grinned and grabbed Russ in a bear hug. “Good to see you, dude. It’s been too long.”

“Yeah, things have been kinda crazy. We’ll have to grab dinner sometime soon though.” Russ patted him on the back.

“Awesome.”

Across the room, a girl with reddish blonde hair cleared her throat, smiling. “Would you like to introduce us, Monty?”

“Sorry, darlin’,” Monty grinned at her as he crossed the room and hooked an arm around her waist. “Russ, meet my girlfriend, Emily. Emily, this is Russ and uhh….”

“Evan,” he supplied.

“It’s so nice to meet y’all,” she said. She had dimples and Evan liked the way she smiled at him.

Once everyone was introduced and they got past the small talk, Monty rubbed his palms together. “So, Evan, you’re homeless, right?”

Evan blinked. “Uh, yeah, kinda. Although Russ and Stephen have been letting me stay at their place.”

“Russ told me your parents kicked you out ’cause you like dick.”

Beside him, Russ groaned. “I didn’t word it that way!”

Emily lightly thwacked Monty on the stomach with her arm. “Montgomery Doyle! You can’t just say things like that!”

Evan was torn between embarrassment and laughter. “Uhh, I’m gay, yeah. And my family wasn’t okay with it.”

“Dude, that sucks.”

“Pretty much,” Evan agreed, jamming his hands in his pockets. It had been over a month and they hadn’t called him once.

“So, what do you think of the place, Evan?”

“Oh, I haven’t really looked around yet,” Evan admitted. He glanced around the apartment. It was small; a tiny single room with a kitchenette at one end with a stove, sink, and refrigerator, a couple of cabinets, and a few square feet of counter space. At the far end, Evan could see a closed door—a closet maybe—and an open door that was clearly to a bathroom. There was another closet by the entrance and most of the space in the room was taken up by a bed. According to Russ, the place was only about three hundred square feet, but that was plenty for Evan. He didn’t own much.

“I like it,” he said, smiling at Monty. It looked clean and bright and he liked that there were two windows to let in a lot of light. It felt cozy and it would be all his own. Perfect.

“You’ve definitely learned a lot about cleaning since we lived together in the old place,” Russ said. “Are those vacuum marks on the carpet?”

Emily beamed. “He’s learning. He was such a train wreck when we met! I don’t know how you lived with him, Russ.”

Russ’ tone was deadpan. “Desperation. It’s amazing what you’ll do when you have student loans to pay off.”

Monty shot him the finger but laughed anyway. “Yeah well, I had to downsize to a studio when he ditched me for his sugar daddy.”

“Stephen is not my sugar daddy.” Russ sounded exasperated.

“Hey, you hooked up with him, moved into a fancy apartment, got a new car…. Smells like sugar daddy to me. How many times a day do you have to suck cock to get that?”

“Monty!” Emily chastised.

Evan’s eyes widened. He was starting to understand what Russ had been talking about. But there was no malice in Monty’s voice. He didn’t seem like he was trying to be cruel.

Russ laughed. “Fuck you, Monty. You know damn well I love that man.”

Smirking, Monty nodded. “Yeah, I know ya’ do. Just givin’ you shit. That’s what friends are for, right?”

“Something like that.” Russ’ tone was dry.

 


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Author Bio:

Brigham Vaughn is on the adventure of a lifetime as a full-time author. She devours books at an alarming rate and hasn’t let her short arms and long torso stop her from doing yoga.  She makes a killer key lime pie, hates green peppers, and loves wine tasting tours.

A collector of vintage Nancy Drew books and green glassware, she enjoys poking around in antique shops and refinishing thrift store furniture. An avid photographer, she dreams of traveling the world and she can’t wait to discover everything else life has to offer her.

Her books range from short stories to novellas. They explore gay, bisexual, lesbian, and polyamorous romance in contemporary settings.

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Review & Blog Tour: Gateway To Love by Sarah Hadley Brook

Gateway To Love | Sarah Hadley Brook

States of Love Series

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Buy Links: Amazon US | Amazon UK | Dreamspinner

Length: 32,793 words

Cover Design: Brooke Albrecht

Publisher: Dreamspinner Press

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Blurb

 

Ten days to finally make the leap from friends to lovers…

Craig and Mitchell have been friends for years, but each of them reached a point where that camaraderie became… more.

Mitchell’s kept his feelings close to his chest. So has Craig, but now that they’ve graduated from UMKC, he knows it’s his last chance to show Mitchell they’re meant to be before their careers take them to opposite sides of the country.

He insists they can’t leave Missouri behind without one last adventure. Mitchell agrees to a road trip to visit all the touristy spots and say goodbye to their home state.

As they spend their days and nights together, buried feelings rise to the surface and hope blossoms. When their journey ends with a dance beneath the Branson stars, will they find love and a future together at the end of the road?

Excerpt

THE SOUND of a horn jolted Mitch from a sound sleep, and he blinked his eyes for a moment, staring out the window at the busy highway.

“Sorry. Some idiot guy almost hit us. I had to lay on the horn,” Craig explained.

Mitch straightened himself in his seat and rubbed his eyes. “No worries. Sorry I fell asleep.”

Craig grinned at him. “You should be. I’ve had to listen to your snoring for almost two hours.”

“Hey, I don’t snore. You do, but I don’t,” Mitch said emphatically.

Craig snorted. “Whatever. I can hear you through the wall at night.”

“I don’t snore,” Mitch reiterated, and frowned when Craig chuckled. Then he started feeling bad about sleeping so long. “Want me to take a turn at the wheel?”

“Nah. Maybe when we stop for lunch? Although, we’ll probably be in Hannibal before then. We’ve only got about an hour and forty-five minutes left, give or take.”

Mitch nodded and checked his phone, but he couldn’t help watching his best friend out of the corner of his eye. Even after knowing him for four years, Mitch was still blown away by the reaction he felt whenever he looked at Craig. He’d certainly never forgotten the first day they met. It was imprinted on his brain forever.

That first day at Longview Community College had been brutal. He’d had to spend two hours in the admissions office because when he’d shown up for his first class, the professor didn’t have him listed. By the time his schedule was corrected, he’d missed two classes and was nearly late to his third.

He’d slid into an empty seat near the door just as the teacher turned around from the whiteboard. Someone next to him giggled and he glanced over to see the cutest boy he’d ever laid eyes on. Mitch had felt dumbstruck as his cheeks heated in reaction.

“Close call,” the kid had whispered with a nod toward the teacher. “I heard she doesn’t put up with latecomers.”

Mitch pulled himself together and smiled.

It wasn’t until class was over that they were able to talk.

“I’m Mitchell Moon,” he’d offered, as the guy rose from his desk. “Everyone calls me Mitch, though.”

Craig had beamed at him, his blue eyes sparkling a little as he leaned down until their faces were only inches apart. “Hi, Mitchell,” he said with a wink. “My name’s Craig Pruitt.”

And that was that—they became instant friends, bonding over video games, movies, and their love of Star Trek. It was the kind of friendship only found once in a lifetime. Mitch had come out to Craig within the first week of meeting him and his friend hadn’t even blinked.

There was only one problem with their friendship—Mitch had never been able to shake the attraction he felt for Craig. And over the years, as they earned their associate’s degrees from Longview and moved on to UMKC, their bond grew and his feelings for Craig only strengthened.

When Craig had confided in him that he thought he was bisexual their sophomore year, Mitch’s hopes had been raised, but by that time he was firmly planted in the friend zone. So he did what a best friend should—he supported Craig as he came to terms with things and accepted who he was.

He’d admitted that he’d had a crush on a guy in high school, but it ran its course and he never acted on it. As far as Mitch knew, Craig had only dated two guys since then, nothing panning out toward a full-time relationship, though. But he’d had his share of casual hookups with men. Craig had gone a little wild when he’d first come out as bisexual, but had calmed down over the years. In fact, Mitch couldn’t remember him even going on a date during their senior year.

He’d seen the types of men Craig seemed to be attracted to, and they were nothing like Mitch, so he’d tucked his feelings away again and told himself not to go there anymore. It was an ongoing internal battle, but most of the time, he had a handle on it.

This last year of college, they’d found a cheap two-bedroom apartment near campus and moved in that summer. Sharing a small space with the man of his dreams had been hard. Especially when Craig often walked around their place wearing only a pair of boxers.

Mitch was honest enough to admit he’d fantasized about Craig too many times to count and would probably continue to do so long after he’d moved. Maybe that’s how it always was with a first love or major crush.

In his heart, he knew being apart would be good for them. Well, at least it would be for Mitch. Maybe he could finally go out with someone without constantly comparing him to Craig. But in the meantime, he continued to fight the attraction. The desire. The love.

Because that’s what it had turned into. Love. Over the years, the longing, the emotional connection he felt with Craig, it had all turned to love. He wasn’t even sure when it had happened, but there was no denying Mitch was in love with his best friend.

And just when he was close to being free, there they were. One last hurrah before moving out of state. One last adventure with Craig.

What was he going to do without him? He turned to stare out the window, his eyes blind to the passing scenery. All he could see was a future without Craig, and it was shrouded in gray. Mitch was so tired of fighting his feelings. He chuckled to himself.

He was the stereotypical guy in love with his best friend. He knew it was useless, but if Craig had asked him to go to California with him, Mitch would have dropped everything and followed him out west. He knew how pathetic that sounded, but when it came to Craig, Mitch didn’t care what others might think.

About an hour later, Craig pulled over to a gas station to fuel up and grab some snacks. Mitch used the disgusting bathroom, holding his breath as he did his business, quickly washed up, and made his way into the convenience store.

Craig was at the counter paying and held up a bag of items.

“I’m just going to get a drink,” Mitch told him as he walked past Craig. His friend grabbed his arm, wrapping his fingers around his wrist.

“I already got you your Dr Pepper,” he told Mitch with a smile. “And your Kit Kat.”

Mitch wanted to respond. Wanted to say thank you. But all he could do was revel in the sensation of Craig’s touch. Electricity prickled his skin, skittering through him.

“Mitchell?” Craig’s voice was low. He sounded worried.

“Sorry. Just… forgot what I was going to say,” he lied, knowing he sounded lame. He noticed Craig hadn’t let go of his wrist and raised his eyes to meet his friend’s gaze. Mitch was surprised at the intensity. The large black pupils. The flushed cheeks. “I-I’m… fine. Thanks for grabbing some things for me.”

Craig studied him, looking like he wanted to say something, but finally let Mitch go and they walked back out to the car and settled in.

“Less than an hour left,” Craig announced.

Mitch tried to tamp down his excitement, but it was difficult. He’d always wanted to visit Hannibal. He’d read all of Mark Twain’s stories, and knowing he was from Missouri had encouraged him when he’d dreamed about becoming a writer.

Graduating with a Bachelor of Arts in English had put him closer to that dream. Being hired to work on a grassroots website devoted to getting people registered to vote had been exciting and he was looking forward to starting next month. He was less excited about the magazine internship. West Virginia tourism was definitely not something he remotely cared about.

He’d only taken it because his sister, Samantha, lived in West Virginia, where the magazine was headquartered, and she had helped him get the interview. Plus he could stay with her until he got a feel for the area. Samantha was also providing him with apartment information, so he would have several to check out when he moved.

The magazine hadn’t been in his original plans. He’d wanted to stay in Kansas City after graduation and work on his writing. His dream was to become a published author. Mitch lived to write, creating fantasy worlds and bringing characters to life.

Over the years, he’d managed to put some money away, through his work at the coffee shop. Add what he’d been given as graduation gifts from his mother, his sister, and various relatives, and he was confident he could afford to give the writing thing a try for a while—as long as he had a roommate and a part-time job.

When Craig announced he’d taken a job in California, working for a nonprofit that helped homeless teens, Mitch’s plans took a nosedive. While he’d been proud of Craig, the idea of staying in Kansas City without him was depressing.

If he was going to start a new chapter in his life and really get over Craig, staying where he’d be constantly reminded of their times together was out of the question. Writing would have to take a back seat to making a living. Mitch was trying to be an adult and make responsible choices—decisions that would help him move forward.

Maybe a new start in a new city would help him finally find a man that he could be in a real relationship with.

He just had to survive this trip without telling his best friend the truth he’d hidden for years.

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Sarah Hadley Brook lives smack-dab in the middle of the Heartland and is the mother of two wonderful young men, as well as two cats. During the day, she works in the nonprofit world, but reserves evenings for her hobby-turned-passion of writing, letting the characters she conjures in her mind take the lead and show her where the story will go.

When not working or writing, she can be found reading, working on dollhouses, trying her hand at new recipes, or watching old movies and musicals. In her ideal world, Christmas would come at least twice a year, Rock Hudson and Doris Day would have co-starred in more than three movies, and chocolate would be a daily necessity.

She dreams of traveling to Scotland some day and visiting the places her ancestors lived. Sarah believes in “Happily Ever After” and strives to ensure her characters find their own happiness in love and life.

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