My BOOKS
The Embrace of Evergreen
Ethan
I’ve been in love before. It's a fact that I cling to with frighteningly intense desperation as I try to convince myself that I’m normal. Ok, so I’ve only been in love once, but I know that for at least one brief, shining moment, the world and everything in it felt like magic. I know love exists. I know it does, because when I’m lying in bed alone at night, I can still feel it. I know deep in my soul that I’m capable of love. I have to be.
I don’t know why I continue to subject my broken, hollowed out shell of a heart to the idea of falling in love again, but I don’t have it in me to quit just yet. I’ll give it one more try. One more attempt to build a real life for myself before giving up, because some part of me is still holding on to hope, no matter how dangerous that is.
Blue
Love and romance aren't for me. When I was young and naïve I dreamed of them, just like everyone else I suppose. Then I fell in love, only to end up hurt. I fell in love again, only to get hurt again. Eventually, I learned my lesson. Love, romantic love at least, isn't usually real, and when it is, it never lasts. Every time I’ve fallen it’s been fast and hard, and every time I’ve ended up patching the broken, tattered pieces of my body and soul back together on my own. Love and I just aren’t compatible.
So why can't I stop watching the beautiful auburn-haired man that's recently become a regular at the coffee shop? I know what the result of indulging this hormone induced fascination will be. I’ll end up hurt, and alone, and wondering yet again how something that once seemed so good could have gone so desperately wrong.
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The Embrace of Evergreen is a 90000 word, MM, slow burn, contemporary romance filled with loss, found family, longing, forest hikes, glass blowing, sweet road trips with only one bed, friends to lovers, demi-rep, quirky best friends, and of course a HEA. There is also just the tiniest bit of unexplained magic that is deliberately open to reader interpretation.
Beneath the Indigo Sky
Namid
I may not know where I come from, or who I am, but I’ve done my best to build a life for myself. I know a handful of people in town, I have a nice place to live, and I enjoy my job. I look just like everyone else. But I don’t feel like everyone else, because I feel…everything.
The emotions of others get tangled with my own as they race through my heart and sink into my soul.
They set my nerves on fire and rearrange my cells and spread across my skin until they consume me.
Jayce
I don’t know how to explain what it’s like to lose half of your soul, to fall into grief so dark and relentless that you lose yourself.
That’s what it feels like I’ve lost. Half of my soul.
I don’t want to do this.
I don’t want to try to fill in the gaps.
I don’t want to walk into rooms that are populated by memories.
I don’t want to hear the voice of a ghost echoing in my head.
When the eccentric, introverted man who was found on the side of the road without any memories a decade ago takes pity on me and offers his help, for some reason, I find myself unable to say no.
Even though I don't know him, when he's standing by my side, for one brief moment, I forget to hurt.
Beneath the Indigo Sky is a 75000 word, MM, slow burn, contemporary romance filled with angst, grief, found family, longing, forests, road trips, stargazing, sweet dates, and of course a HEA. There are also minor paranormal elements that are left deliberately open to reader interpretation.
To Love: Wherever it Finds You
Sebastian Garcia has everything figured out. He's worked hard, and has built a good life for himself.
With a lot of effort and a bit of luck, he's now a successful young psychologist with a stable career, a comfortable home, and a supportive family.
Everything is going according to plan until a run of the mill psychological interview leads him down a very unexpected path....
Getting pressured into an undercover mission? Not part of the plan.
Months on end in a dingy hotel room with only a felon for company? Not part of the plan.
Falling in love? NOT part of the plan!
Kayden Thompson is guilty. No one believes that more deeply than Kayden himself.
He spends his days replaying the moments that led to his current incarceration (complete with twenty-five year sentence),
and every time he comes to the same conclusion; he deserves every minute of it.
When a government agent offers him freedom in exchange for assistance, Kayden feels he's being let off too easy.
When he finds himself stuck playing the role of undercover partner to that same agent, he just might have to admit he's not quite the villain he believes himself to be.
Consorting with Romance
Ash
Working as a consort has been a respectable profession for close to a century now, and while I didn't exactly sit around dreaming about this profession in my youth, when dad died and I suddenly had to care for not just myself but my younger sister as well...let's just say sometimes we stumble onto a path by accident.
My clients are mostly regulars, so I don't have to deal with many weird surprises, but they make enough new client referrals to keep things interesting. I've done well enough for myself that several years back I was able to purchase a small house with a yard outside the city, and my work apartment is in an upscale part of town. All things considered, at 36, I love my life. I have my work and my books and my plants, and I'm happy. I've never felt like I've missed out on anything life has to offer...accept a new assistant.
I definitely need to find a new assistant.
Jesse
I come from a family of farmers, but I’ve always felt like I have more to offer. When I’d told my family that I wanted to go to medical school instead of staying on the farm, they’d hugged me, supported me, and told me they were sure that I was going to be a success no matter what path I followed. They’d saved every penny they could, and had somehow been able to send me off to the city with my tuition and expenses fully paid. Only, it turns out the city is more expensive than we'd expected and I don’t have the heart to tell them even with all they’ve given me I can’t quite afford things like...well…food…
When I saw the help wanted listing, the money and hours made it seem like someone had miraculously created a job posting exclusively for me.
Now if only I knew how to be a consort's assistant...