Blurb
Phillip Jorgensen tried to live the straight life and ended
up divorced. But he wouldn’t trade his two kids, Jacob and Samantha, for the
world. His ex-wife has kidnapped them and he's been searching for them for six
long years. But he’s not giving up—never, not for anything. His twin brother
has encouraged him to start living again, but how is he going to find romance
with all his baggage?
When he meets Vance Pierce at the new gym, Phillip sees a
chance to find some happiness.
Phillip has to explain the whole sordid mess to Vance and
pray that he understands that he’ll never stop looking for his children. That’s
easier said than done. Telling Vance might be risky. Is their connection strong
enough to convince Vance to stay? Or will he think that Phillip is too damaged
to love? This is Phillip's chance at the life he never thought he could have.
But is it possible?
Excerpt
He was debating the merits of getting back in his truck and
driving home when a movement drew his gaze. Phillip watched as a good-looking
blond emerged from the doorway he assumed led to the locker room.
He looked his fill. He wasn’t quite sure if he was in the
market, but even if he were, he wouldn’t approach the guy. His limited
experience with men had shown him most guys who had a body that defined were
more interested in looks than personality. If he ever settled down, he wanted
someone who could hold a conversation—not just someone who looked good. Phillip
cringed. He’d just judged the guy based solely on his looks. For all he knew,
the guy was a professor or something similar. Just because someone looked good
didn’t mean that was all there was to them. He knew better than that. A hand
landing on his shoulder pulled him away from his self-recrimination and back to
the present.
“See something you like?”
Phillip glanced down to find Trevor standing by his side, a
knowing grin spread across his youthful face. “It might be just what I’m
looking for.”
He took inventory of the man standing next to him. Trevor
was short. His head barely reached the shoulder of Phillip’s six-foot-four
frame. It wasn’t the only thing different about the guy either. They were like
night and day.
Phillip admitted, to himself at least, that he’d lost some
of his muscle definition since quitting the gym. He’d never felt it more than
while standing next to Trevor. Despite Trevor’s slim build, Phillip could see
the flex and bunch of well-conditioned muscles with every movement.
Author Bio
Renee Stevens first started writing in her teens but didn’t
get serious about being an author until her mid-twenties. Since then she’s written a number of
contemporary stories, as well as delved into the paranormal. When not writing, or spending time in the
outdoors, Renee can usually be found working on GayAuthors.org in her capacity
of admin and Anthology Coordinator.
Renee resides in Wyoming with her wonderfully supportive
husband and a menagerie of four-legged critters. Making the most of the nearly constant
negative temperatures and mounds of snow, Renee spends much of the winter
months in hibernation with her laptop, the voices in her head keeping her
company while her husband works. When she needs a break from writing, Renee
takes to the sewing machine to design, and make, beautiful quilts.
When the snow finally disappears, usually around May or
June, Renee can be found in the great-outdoors.
She spends her time on the mountain, at the lake, and just anywhere that
she can do some camping, take some photos, and ride the four-wheelers with her
hubby. Once back at home, it’s back to
writing.
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