HARD TO LET GO
JACLYN QUINN
M/M ROMANCE
RELEASE DATE: 02.19.18
BLURB
Owen Richards lives a quiet life in his small hometown of
Haven’s Cove. He has a rewarding life consisting of three very supportive—not
to mention feisty—women, and a successful bakery that he owns and absolutely
loves. Yet, Owen can't seem to shake this emptiness inside or the intense
feeling that something is missing. A sudden encounter with a man from his past,
one he despises, turns his entire world upside down. When Owen finds himself
attracted to that sexy man, he questions everything, including his sanity.
After all, only an incredibly disturbed person would find that he can’t stop
thinking about his high school bully.
Brody Walker never expected to return to Haven’s Cove. He’s
made a life for himself in Boston where he can truly be the person he was
always meant to be. But an unexpected call has Brody facing all the demons he’d
left behind so long ago. Now, he’s faced with not only a difficult goodbye, but
one long overdue apology to a man who is no longer that lanky kid from high
school. The challenge is to convince the guy he’s changed—and also prove he’s
worth taking a chance on.
When passions ignite, truths are exposed, changing beliefs
these men have held on to for years. Faced with the knowledge that things
aren’t always what they seem, will they choose to hold on to the incredible
thing they’ve found…or is it easier to give in to the fear and let go?
EXCERPT
Brody nodded his head and let
his aunt Nora lead him down the hall. Had this hallway always been so damn
long? The walls were lined with pictures. There were Brody’s school pictures,
holidays, and family photos of the three of them smiling.
It was a hall full of lies.
As he crossed the threshold
into the room, it was like breaking through a thick wall. His chest hurt and
every muscle in his body tensed. He didn’t know what he was expecting, but it
wasn’t this. A hospital bed was against the soft blue wall to his right; an IV
stand with a bag hanging from a hook at the top blocked his view of his
mother’s face. The room had the same beige carpet he remembered, but his
father’s desk was replaced with a big reclining chair. There was another chair
in the room on the far side of the bed. A small table on wheels sat next to it
and on it were tissues, a pair of glasses, and the last thing he expected to
see—a framed picture of him from when he was little. Next to that was an oxygen
tank with tubing connected to it. The tubing led up to where it hooked around
her ears to hold the small prongs in place in her nose. There were no big
machines, no sounds of incessant beeping.
Then it really hit him. She
wasn’t there to get better; she was there to let go. Brody stepped softly into
the room, afraid to disturb her, afraid to breathe too heavily and throw off
the serenity of her room.
Brody’s heart was trying to
beat its way out of his chest. He felt a light touch from his aunt on his back,
as if she was telling him it was going to be okay—even though they both knew it
wouldn’t be. He walked to the side of the bed cautiously, praying he didn’t
upset her if she didn’t want him there. As he lowered himself into the chair,
his breath caught, and he looked into his mom’s eyes for the first time in too
long. Oh God, was that panic in her eyes? Pain? He didn’t want to cause her
either in her final days.
“Brody? Honey, is it really
you?” Her voice was so soft, but there was no mistaking the words as a tear
slid down her cheek, and her eyes had a sudden light.
Just like that, Brody released
the breath he’d been holding and let the tears fall down his face. “Yeah, Mom.
It’s me. I’m here.”
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
I have been an artist from a very young age. From drawing
cartoon characters and evolving into portraits, making jewelry, photography,
and now writing. I have an amazing support system in my family and friends and
couldn’t be more grateful.
I
live in central New Jersey, love summers at the Jersey Shore, rock music, wine,
sexy men, and laughing a lot with my amazing friends and family. Sunday dinners
at my parents’ house are crazy, hysterical and you can count on a movie
quote…or ten…being thrown out. Insults between siblings is how we show our love
for each other!
When I’m not creating, you can find me reading books from my
favorite authors. I’m a hopeless romantic, starving for passionate characters
and always craving that happy ending, whether in reading or in writing my own
books.
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