Sunday, October 8, 2017

Coming Soon from Rocky Ridge Books!

Love cowboys? Love shifters? Love quick little reads you can fit into your lunch break? Then get ready for cowboy shifters, just in time for Halloween.

This story originally appeared in the Butt Riders on the Range anthology, but it's been curried and groomed and ready for release as a single.

If bulls#*t could kill….

Professional rodeo rider Kerry Abrams is fed up with bulls#*t. Literally. If the bullshifter herd thinks a lowly mustang ain’t good enough for one of theirs? Good riddance. And good riddance to the too-hot-for-his-own-good, arrogant son of a cow who broke his heart and left him with one less thing to look forward to during rodeo season. He doesn’t miss Armando Castillo at all! Ever! Okay, maybe some. Or every minute of every day.

Why does Armando’s herd have to meddle in his love life? He had the man he wanted, and if that man happens to spend part of his time with hooves and a mane, munching apples beneath a full moon while Armando wears horns, Armando will happily plant Kerry a whole orchard.

Kerry and Armando may be rodeo stars—both in human and animal forms—but the ex-lovers’ rivalry is even more legendary than their riding skills. Armando plans to win his man back. What’s the use of all those silver belt buckles if he doesn’t intend to use ‘em?




Coming from Rocky Ridge Books, October 25th. 

Monday, September 18, 2017

What You Can't LIve Without, Now Available

Now available at Amazon, and on KU, What You Can't Live Without:


Dr. Arnulfo Oliva is torn: he could stay in the United States, but he vowed to return to his home country and practice medicine in the remote villages that offer little to no healthcare. Mitch doesn’t need him, not really; he’s surrounded by wealth and possessions.

Rising star Dr. Mitchell Rollins enjoys his lavish lifestyle, and if Nulfo wants to turn his back on all they could have together, let him. Mitch doesn’t even miss him. Much. Or think of him—more than five times an hour.

A magnitude 7.8 earthquake rocks El Salvador and both men. Mitch joins a mercy mission, determined to find his former lover, talk sense into the man, and bring him back to the US and safety. What he finds opens his eyes to all Nulfo tried to tell him.

Mitch must decide what he truly can’t live without. 

Friday, September 8, 2017

Writing What You Know

Many have said, "Write what you know," but then there'd be no novels about vampires, werewolves, aliens, etcetera.

Or possum shifters.

But... on occasion I do have reason to write what I know, as in the pharmaceutical world of the Diversion novels. Summer Boys is based on a Hawaiian vacation from a few years ago. More recently, I've revamped one of my earlier works that, at the time was deemed contemporary, but is now "recent historical", taking place in the years 2000 and 2001.

At the time the novella is placed, I was working in El Salvador. Like Mitch in the story, I wasn't there for the 7.8 earthquake that devastated the country, but I was there for the 6.0 and the many aftershooks mentioned. While those were dangerous times, I also tried to capture the beauty and ambiance of the country. There's even a nod to my favorite breakfast there: beans and plantains.

In the story a materialistice man, used to creature comforts, must decide what he truly needs to survive. Look for it on Saturday, September 16, from Rocky Ridge Books.



Blurb:

Dr. Arnulfo Oliva is torn: he could stay in the United States, but he vowed to return to his home country and practice medicine in the remote villages that offer little to no healthcare. Mitch doesn’t need him, not really; he’s surrounded by wealth and possessions.

Rising star Dr. Mitchell Rollins enjoys his lavish lifestyle, and if Nulfo wants to turn his back on all they could have together, let him. Mitch doesn’t even miss him. Much. Or think of him—more than five times an hour.

A magnitude 7.8 earthquake rocks El Salvador and both men. Mitch joins a mercy mission, determined to find his former lover, talk sense into the man, and bring him back to the US and safety. What he finds opens his eyes to all Nulfo tried to tell him.

Mitch must decide what he truly can’t live without.


Wednesday, September 6, 2017

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I hope to see you in October!

Sunday, August 20, 2017

Reunion (Diversion Book 6) Now Available at Amazon

Bo and Lucky are back! Reunion is being offered through Kindle Unlimited, so it's only available from Amazon for ninety days, when it will be offered on Kobo, Barnes and Noble, and other e-tailers.


Reunions can be murder. 

A dial tone instead of a human voice announced Lucky’s ousting from the Lucklighter clan over twelve years ago. After living a life of crime. After testifying against his drug lord lover. After receiving a ten-year sentence. Ah, hell. Lucky would’ve disowned himself too. 

Now life’s better. He’s done his time and earned a place in the Southeastern Narcotics Bureau’s Department of Diversion Prevention and Control. He has a house. He has Bo, his partner both on and off the job. And pets. But not his folks. The worst part? He’s not sure exactly why they disowned him. Too late now—they think he’s dead. 

Now his father needs a gift only Lucky can give. And Lucky’s family has something that may destroy all he believes: 

The truth. 


Here's a little of what Natalie from Hearts on Fire Reviews has to say about Reunion:

The Diversion series is in my top ten MM series, so to say I was thrilled when I saw a sixth book was coming, is a gross understatement! I would recommend reading the entire series, although Eden Winters does fill in the pertinent backstory throughout the book. You’d be shortchanging yourself though. 

 I highly, highly recommend you give these a try. 
Read the entire review at Hearts on Fire Reviews

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Friday, August 4, 2017

How about a Reunion excerpt?

Still two weeks until Reunion (Diversion Six) launches, so to tide over the Lucky/Bo fans, how about an excerpt? And fans of Loretta Johnson will love that Lucky hasn't managed to discourage her friendship. 

***

Hand between Lucky's shoulder blades, Johnson steered him inside the converted cotton mill and toward the bar. "Two Coors Lights, please."
     The place hadn't changed much. Same blend of stale booze and a hundred competing colognes. Same dirty floor he'd never walk barefoot across. Same low light so you couldn't see what your dance partner looked like until you woke up the next morning and tried chew your arm off and escape.
     Johnson handed him a glass. "Act like you're here for a good time."
     Lucky took a sip and sputtered. She'd certainly learned well about ordering drinks to blend in, like she'd been taught while training in undercover ops, but... "Light beer?"
     Blending in wasn't happening with a woman whose fluffy hair and heels put her close to seven feet tall. Did she ever get mistaken for a drag queen? And would Lucky survive asking the question? Even in jest?
     The baddest woman in the club meandered through the crowd, Lucky in tow. Lesser beings parted to give her room. One glower and two twinks backed away from the table she'd set sights on and scurried off.
     She pulled out a chair. "Wait here. I'll be right back."
     Lucky claimed the seat facing the door. Whatever came his way better look out. No sneaking up. He idly patted the gun hidden beneath his jacket.
     Johnson took off before he could stop her, leaving him with his beer for company. At one time, he'd have scoped out a likely fuck buddy, someone to share a few meaningless but sweaty moments and then part company with a smile and no names exchanged. How times had changed.
     Now he'd trade all the bodies thrashing on the dance floor for an evening with one particular man. He pulsed fuck-off vibes at a couple of men who dared make eye contact. Not interested. Wasn't a single one of 'em could hold a candle to Bo.
     Where was Bo tonight? What was he doing? Had he remembered Lucky's birthday? He hadn't sent a card or gift, but his undercover assignment limited contact with the real world. And Lucky had growled enough at him in the past for making a big deal of the day.
     But maybe the whole birthday thing wasn't so bad. Especially not when Bo went to great lengths to make Lucky feel special. Breakfast in bed, with bacon. Followed by hot sex. Oh well, maybe next year.
     Crap! The overly-groomed moron who ignored a perfectly aimed scowl and slid into Johnson's chair might have been the same persistent bastard Lucky'd punched out during his last visit to the club.
     Shit-for-Brains had the nerve to smile. "Mind if I join you?"
     Wow. Teeth bleached to blinding whiteness needed a "sunglasses required" warning. "Would saying 'go the hell away' make you leave?" Oh, geez. The guy reeked of some kind of hoity-toity imported beer, cigarettes, and over-inflated ego.
     "Oh, don't be like that." The shithead wasn't planning to take no for an answer, and settled more fully in the chair.
     Lucky sighed. "I guess not."
     The world's most unwanted pest grinned and leaned over the table. "What? You think I'm an ax murderer or something?"
     He liked living dangerously, huh? Lucky turned on his best evil leer. "Of course not. What's the chance of two ax murders meeting up at the same table, in the same club, on the same night?"
     The grin vanished off the man's face for a moment. Then he laughed and shook a finger in Lucky's direction. If he did that again he'd pull back a nub. "Oh, you are a kidder, aren't you?"
     Now to employ his best serious face, saved for important lies. "Not really. But the way I see it, he had it coming. See, he approached me in a bar and wouldn't leave me alone." Lucky leaned in, putting himself nose to nose with the pain in the ass. "I got off on a technicality."
     The chair flew backwards. Wow! Someone pull the guy over for speeding. He nearly knocked Johnson over getting away.
     Johnson grabbed the chair before it hit the floor. "What's his problem?"

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Friday, July 28, 2017

I LOVE my proofreaders!

Writing a book is only one small part of turning words into something others want to read. After the (very) rough draft is done, the crit partners point out plot holes, logic fails, etc.

So, then the author polishes the book. Next comes editing, beta reading, and proofreading. (Yes, these are different.) And no matter how well the words are combed over, nobody's perfect, so mistakes get through.

Over the years I've cringed upon finding something that should be obvious that I'd let slip by.

But I've finally outdone myself  with Reunion.

I'd already sent out a few advanced review copies when a dear friend caught a huge, I mean HUGE mistake. Granted, reviewers know that ARC copies might not be the final version that will release to the public, but even so... FACEPALM.

Lucky made Bo breakfast in bed and served him scrambled eyes. My eagle-eyed friend is still laughing. But the file is now fixed, and I can assure you, dear readers, that  when Reunion releases on August 19 that Bo will no longer eat eyes.

But as my friend said, "If you're going to make a typo, make a really GOOD typo."

I shall never live this down. However, after she finished laughing, my friend said, "Hey, it could be worse," and sent me this link.

Then she resumed her laughter.

Read author horror story here:

Anyway, Reunion is now available on pre-order at Amazon. Find it (without scrambled eyes) here:

And a big shout out to my crit partners, betas, and editor for preventing such errors being unleashed upon an unsuspecting world.


Reunions can be murder.

A dial tone instead of a human voice announced Lucky’s ousting from the Lucklighter clan over twelve years ago. After living a life of crime. After testifying against his drug lord lover. After receiving a ten-year sentence. Ah, hell. Lucky would’ve disowned himself too.

Now life’s better. He’s done his time and earned a place in the Southeastern Narcotics Bureau’s Department of Diversion Prevention and Control. He has a house. He has Bo, his partner both on and off the job. And pets. But not his folks. The worst part? He’s not sure exactly why they disowned him. Too late now—they think he’s dead.

Now his father needs a gift only Lucky can give. And Lucky’s family has something that may destroy all he believes:

The truth.

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Feel free to share your reading or writing horror stories in the comments.

Tuesday, July 25, 2017

Reunion (Diversion Six) is Now Available for Pre-order

Reunion (Diversion Six) is now available for pre-order at Amazon:



Reunions can be murder.

A dial tone instead of a human voice announced Lucky’s ousting from the Lucklighter clan over twelve years ago. After living a life of crime. After testifying against his drug lord lover. After receiving a ten-year sentence. Ah, hell. Lucky would’ve disowned himself too.

Now life’s better. He’s done his time and earned a place in the Southeastern Narcotics Bureau’s Department of Diversion Prevention and Control. He has a house. He has Bo, his partner both on and off the job. And pets. But not his folks. The worst part? He’s not sure exactly why they disowned him. Too late now—they think he’s dead.

Now his father needs a gift only Lucky can give. And Lucky’s family has something that may destroy all he believes:

The truth.

Yay! Reunion Has a Pub Date!

Reunion (Diversion Six) now has a publish date! August 19th, from Rocky Ridge Books.



Reunions can be murder.

A dial tone instead of a human voice announced Lucky’s ousting from the Lucklighter clan over twelve years ago. After living a life of crime. After testifying against his drug lord lover. After receiving a ten-year sentence. Ah, hell. Lucky would’ve disowned himself too.

Now life’s better. He’s done his time and earned a place in the Southeastern Narcotics Bureau’s Department of Diversion Prevention and Control. He has a house. He has Bo, his partner both on and off the job. And pets. But not his folks. The worst part? He’s not sure exactly why they disowned him. Too late now—they think he’s dead.

Now his father needs a gift only Lucky can give. And Lucky’s family has something that may destroy all he believes:

The truth.




Saturday, July 15, 2017

Diversion Six is Coming Closer and Closer to Release Day!

I still don't have a firm publish date for Reunion (Diversion 6). Hey, I'm still wrapping my head around a so-called "stand alone" story spawning a series! 

So, may I present the Reunion blurb?

Reunions can be murder.

A dial tone instead of a human voice announced Lucky’s ousting from the Lucklighter clan over twelve years ago. After living a life of crime. After testifying against his drug lord lover. After receiving a ten-year sentence. Ah, hell. Lucky would’ve disowned himself too.

Now life’s better. He’s done his time and earned a place in the Southeastern Narcotics Bureau’s Department of Diversion Prevention and Control. He has a house. He has Bo, his partner both on and off the job. And pets. But not his folks. The worst part? He’s not sure exactly why they disowned him. 

Too late now—they think he’s dead.

Sunday, June 25, 2017

What Happens When Friends Write Together.... Two Bears and a Baby

Ever since P.D. Singer challenged me to write The Telling, we've been each other's critique partners and held each other's hands throughout this adventure that is writing. We've long discussed collaborating, but it never seemed to happen.

She enjoyed the characters of A Bear Walks Into a Bar, and in conversations, we discussed, "What if?"

The result is our first shared novel, Two Bears and a Baby, featuring the shifters of Ballentine Mountain, with cameos from some of the Possum Kingdom, GA crowd of Naked Tails.


A bear walked into a bar—and found a family.


The Urso of Ballantine Mountain intended to run a ragtag bunch of shifters out of his territory. Instead, Sawyer Ballantine found his mate. Once the lone bear on the mountain, now Sawyer shares his life and bed with Dillon, who’s still learning how to be a proper bear. Sawyer tells the stories of the First Bears, from whom all other bear shifters descended, but how did two male bears become the fathers of many?



The varied shifters of Ballantine Mountain coexist peacefully—Sawyer manages them with an iron paw. Yet danger lurks. The wolves have plans of their own, and they don’t include taking orders from bears.



Two bears, seven wolves, no contest.


If Dillon didn’t heave every time he smells bacon.


Available for preorder at Amazon

Tuesday, June 6, 2017

Upcoming Release Announcement from Rocky Ridge Books

Coming soon: Two Bears and a Baby

Bear-165x244Sawyer and Dillon are back. Eden Winters wrote a mountain full of shifters, and P.D. Singer couldn’t leave them be. Some back and forth, and a new story emerged. All your favorite characters who run the Bear Claw Bar or live on Ballantine Mountain are introduced here, from Sawyer, the Urso, Dillon, the young, untrained bear shifter, to Brad, the fox shifter with a heart of gold and the libido from hell.
With a cast like this, you can bet that not only is their first story explosive, but that they have more adventures coming.
And you may recall Eden’s lovely Southern-flavored romance about possum shifters and small town politics. Too much fun not to stir some Naked Tails into the mix.
Now that story’s almost ready to share. Brace yourselves, because there’s more adventures coming on Ballantine Mountain.

A bear walked into a bar—and found a family.
The Urso of Ballantine Mountain intended to run a ragtag bunch of shifters out of his territory. Instead, Sawyer Ballantine found his mate. Once the lone bear on the mountain, now Sawyer shares his life and bed with Dillon, who’s still learning how to be a proper bear. Sawyer tells the stories of the First Bears, from whom all other bear shifters descended, but how did two male bears become the fathers of many?
The varied shifters of Ballantine Mountain coexist peacefully—Sawyer manages them with an iron paw. Yet danger lurks. The wolves have plans of their own, and they don’t include taking orders from bears.
Two bears, seven wolves, no contest.
If Dillon didn’t heave every time he smells bacon.
Two Bears and a Baby follows on from A Bear Walks Into a Bar but can be read as a standalone.
This short novel contains randy bears, rogue wolves, a bitey fox shifter, and a certain amount of morning sickness.
Coming soon!

Thursday, May 25, 2017

Love Action/Adventure, M/M Romance, and a Fantastic Bargain?

Eight works from some of your favorite authors, all the suspense and  adventure you could want. And did I mention sexy hotness? All for the bargain price of .99 cents!

That's right, less than a dollar for some great summertime reading.



Burning Rubbers: Gritty MM Romantic Suspense

An Eight Book Box Set

Synopsis

Life gets interesting for friends - or enemies - who rise to the occasion and find that their feelings for the other guy are... complicated. Burning Rubbers delivers delicious suspense and dangerous romance. Guns are blazing, enemies are scheming, and both cars and lives spin out of control – and our intrepid heroes still fall for each other:
Table of Contents
1. "Flux" by Olivette Devaux
2. "Diversion" by Eden Winters
3. "Being Here : an M/M Novel" by Ada O'Flaherty & J Roxem
4. "Uniform Speed" by Devyn Morgan
5. "Treading Water" by Kate Pavelle
6. "What Happened Then : an M/M novel" by Ada O'Flaherty & J Roxem
7. "Spokes" by P.D. Singer
8. "Body Heat" by Devyn Morgan
Thank you for your support as you savor this great summer reads deal, and don’t forget to check out the authors' other works! 
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Friday, February 24, 2017

Fallen Angel Book Blast!


Title:  Fallen Angel
Series: The Angel of 13th Street 2
Author: Eden Winters
Publisher: Rocky Ridge Books
Release Date: 2/27/17
Heat Level: 3 - Some Sex
Pairing: Male/Male
Length: 63,000 words
Genre: Romance, Age difference, urban, rent boys, redemption, second chances

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Synopsis

Who can save the rescuer of lost souls?

For ten years ex-rent boy Noah Everett has fought the good fight, offering second chances to those still in the life. Now he’s cracking under the stress. What began as a two-man mission is now going corporate, meaning rules, regulations and inexperienced volunteers needing guidance in a field Noah makes up as he goes along. Who can he turn to when his mentor’s strength is all but gone and his lover is leaving for college—possibly for good?

Four years at State with a full ride scholarship will launch Jeremy Kincaid’s future, but his present includes Noah, Doc, and the closest he’s ever had to a family. And a meth addict who’s become Jeremy’s own personal mission.

An attack sends Noah spinning out of control. Jeremy has to find the way to reach Noah before the man he knows and loves disappears forever.

Excerpt

Noah slammed a case of beer down in the cooler and fished his ringing cell phone out of his pocket. Nobody called his personal phone at this time of day without good reason.  “Noah Everett.”

“Noah? Hey, man. It’s Chip.”

Noah emerged from the cooler, passed through the bar and mouthed, “I’ll be back,” to Mary behind the bar. He stepped out the back door of The Twelfth Street Bar and Grill and plunked down onto a dry spot on the stoop. The rain had finally stopped, raising the humidity to sweltering levels. If this call didn’t need privacy he’d have stayed in the cooler.

“Have you thought any more about what we discussed?” Given the phone call, the caller probably had. Trouble was, thinking alone didn’t seem to be getting them anywhere.

The casual, “Yeah,” didn’t bode well.

“And?” Fuck.

A long silence followed. “Well, my… my boyfriend isn’t a bad man. I mean, he treats me good and stuff, it’s just that I don’t like… I don’t like—”

“You don’t like him pimping you out to other men,” Noah finished for Chip.

Inside his bar, sixty-seven notches decorated a doorframe, signifying sixty-seven rent boys who’d left prostitution behind and started over someplace else.

Had Doc Cook carved a notch somewhere when he’d pulled Noah from the gutter, dusted him off, and pointed him in the right direction?

What the hell made Chip stay with the user? Noah should’ve notched him in at sixty-eight by now. Instead Chip sat on a fence, dreaming of a better life and fooling himself into believing he could have it here.

An exasperated huff sounded in Noah’s ear. “Yeah. Things were cool until he started arranging dates for me.”

Arranging dates? Noah ran his fingers through his short hair and blew out a breath. Motherfucking pimps. More like pimples on the ass of mankind.

Chip continued trying to talk himself out of seeing reason. “I dunno, maybe he’ll stop. I mean, I know he loves me.”

Loves me? Chip had strange ideas of love. He loves me, and we’re only doing this until we have enough money to go away and have it be just us. Noah had said those same words to himself once.

But “us” never happened.

Empty promises had sustained him through sleazy meetings that had started with come-ons and a handful of cash and ended with Noah grateful when johns did him in a hotel room so he could scrub himself raw after they left.

And some johns had scared the fuck out of him.

Chip would be a hot commodity in certain markets. Cute, in an innocent, boy-next-door kind of way, easily influenced, with an inborn willingness to please, and, worse yet, gullible, much as Noah had been many years ago. Chip might as well hang a sign around his neck: “Use me!” No way would the boyfriend give up such a low maintenance source of cash.

Noah began pacing behind the building, boots crunching against gravel. Every kid who called forced him to relive his own past, his own fuck ups.

Damn it all to hell! Had the kid known so little love in his life that he’d cling to a sick illusion?

“Do you actually believe he’ll stop?” Noah kept because I sure as hell don’t to himself.

More silence, a sigh, and then a rare scrap of reality from Chip. “No.”

Noah forced his voice calm when he really wanted to jump through the phone and fix the dumb kid’s life before it was too late. “From what you’ve told me, your parents are out of the question, but how about your grandparents? Or older brother?” Those were Noah’s first choices: stick Chip on a bus and let others with a personal interest manage putting his life back together. Second choice? Put him on a bus to a safe house; let those better qualified handle the details.

This time, no uncertainly colored the adamant, “No! Definitely not! I can’t go home.” More quietly Chip added, “But I’m not sure how long I can stay here, either. He… he talked to a friend of his yesterday.” Even through a telephone connection, Noah envisioned a shudder. “I don’t wanna be in videos.”

Oh shit. Videos. Noah slammed his hand against the wall. No!

“Charge extra for pictures, Noah,” Stevie had said. Noah’s pimp didn’t want to miss a buck, and every time Noah flexed and stretched, it was an easy extra that went straight into the pimp’s pocket.

 Bad enough how Noah had made his living without adding hard evidence. It was only a matter of time before Stevie sent him to a studio.

Noah couldn’t go back in time and save his eighteen-year-old self, but he could save Chip. If only the guy would listen.

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You will know Eden Winters by her distinctive white plumage and exuberant cry of “Hey, y’all!” in a Southern US drawl so thick it renders even the simplest of words unrecognizable. Watch out, she hugs!

Driven by insatiable curiosity, she possibly holds the world’s record for curriculum changes to the point that she’s never quite earned a degree but is a force to be reckoned with at Trivial Pursuit.

She’s trudged down hallways with police detectives, learned to disarm knife-wielding bad guys, and witnessed the correct way to blow doors off buildings. Her e-mail contains various snippets of forensic wisdom, such as “What would a dead body left in a Mexican drug tunnel look like after six months?” In the process of her adventures she has written fourteen m/m romance novels, has won several Rainbow Awards, was a Lambda Awards Finalist, and lives in terror of authorities showing up at her door to question her Internet searches.

When not putting characters in dangerous situations she’s a mild-mannered business executive, mother, grandmother, vegetarian, and PFLAG activist.

Her natural habitats are airports, coffee shops, and on the backs of motorcycles.

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Tuesday, February 7, 2017

Fallen Angel (An Angel of 13th Street Novel)

Folks have been asking me when the sequel to The Angel of 13th Street will be released. I'm happy to say that I now have a date for Fallen Angel's return: February 27.

The story is currently available for pre-order at Amazon, and guess what? From now until the release day, you can reserve your copy for $2.99. On release day the sale ends and the price will be $4.99

So why wait?


Who can save the rescuer of lost souls?

For ten years ex-rent boy Noah Everett has fought the good fight, offering second chances to those still in the life. Now he’s cracking under the stress. What began as a two-man mission is now going corporate, meaning rules, regulations and inexperienced volunteers needing guidance in a field Noah makes up as he goes along. Who can he turn to when his mentor’s strength is all but gone and his lover is leaving for college—possibly for good?

Four years at State with a full ride scholarship will launch Jeremy Kincaid’s future, but his present includes Noah, Doc, and the closest he’s ever had to a family. And a meth addict who’s become Jeremy’s own personal mission.

An attack sends Noah spinning out of control. Jeremy has to find the way to reach Noah before the man he knows and loves disappears forever.


Get it here at Amazon.com