This week's new release feature is Wake Up Call by JL Merrow.
South London mechanic Devan Thompson has gone to Porthkennack to track down someone he's been waiting all his life to know. But Dev's distracted from his quest by Kyle, a broodingly handsome local of only a few months, who's already got a reputation as an alcoholic because of his strange behaviour--including a habit of collapsing in the street.
Kyle Anthony fled to Porthkennack to escape from the ruins of his life. Still raging against his diagnosis of narcolepsy--a condition that's cost him his job as a barrister, his lover, and all chance of normality--the last thing he wants is another relationship that's doomed to fail. But Dev's easygoing acceptance and adaptability, not to mention his good looks, have Kyle breaking all his self-imposed rules.
When disaster strikes Dev's adored little sister, Kyle steps up to the plate, and Dev sees a side of his lover he wasn't prepared for: competent, professional--and way out of Dev's league. With one man determined that they don't have a future and the other fearing it, life after Porthkennack is starting to look bleak for both of them.
I asked JL a few questions about this book, check out the details:
Tell us one interesting trait about your heroes.
Kyle has narcolepsy, and he’s not dealing with it very well.
Dev was given up for adoption as a baby, and he’s desperate to connect with his real mum.
Describe your book in 5 words or less.
Blimey – only five words? Right, here we go: Cornwall’s healing powers. And scones.
Is this book part of a series, and when can we expect to see more?
Wake Up Call is part of the Porthkennack shared world series, and readers can look forward to at least one more book from me and quite a few more from other authors. For details see Riptide’s Porthkennack page: http://riptidepublishing.com/titles/universe/porthkennack. I can also tell you that my second Porthkennack book will be out next March—and it will feature a romance between two characters we meet (however briefly) in Wake Up Call.
What are you currently working on?
I have two current projects: the first is to get all my books previously published by Samhain (which closed down at the end of February) back on sale, which I’m hoping to accomplish by the end of the year. And the second is Plumber’s Mate Mystery #5, which has the working title of Lock Nut. My slightly-psychic plumber Tom Paretski and his PI lover Phil Morrison will be dealing in this book with murder, mayhem …and marriage!
What is your all-time favorite m/m romance read?
It has to be Psycop#1: Among the Living, by Jordan Castillo Price. It’s one I read early on, soon after discovering m/m romance existed, and I’ve re-read it—and its sequels—many times since then. I love a strong, first-person narrator, and Vic has such a distinctive voice. Plus he’s a misfit with awesome powers. One of which traits I can certainly relate to! ;)
Excerpt from Wake Up Call
The attack had come on suddenly—Kyle barely had time to get to the bench before he was out like a light.
He’d come round to the sound of a concerned London accent. When he’d opened his eyes he’d half thought he was still asleep and dreaming. There’d been a young man bending over him, his brown eyes impossibly large, staring right at Kyle from only inches away. His hand had been on Kyle’s shoulder, his grip firm. Warm.
He was breathtakingly handsome. Light-tan skin—genetic, not from a tanning bed or out of a bottle. Black hair, cropped aggressively short at the sides and gelled up on top. Casual clothes. Here on holiday, of course, although he didn’t seem the sort to be a family man.
His face had looked somehow familiar. Not in itself, but in its lines, its features. Maybe his mixed-race ancestry included some Turkish blood, like a lot of the darker-skinned residents of the town.
Not that it was any of Kyle’s business.
The young man had laughed and joked with him, as if Kyle’s humiliating collapse was nothing to worry about. For a moment, it almost hadn’t been. For a moment, Kyle had almost believed it was something that could be taken in stride. Just another part of him. Something to joke about.
He hadn’t felt so normal, so light since he’d come to Cornwall. No, since he’d been diagnosed and realised he wasn’t ever going to get better.
Then it had all gone wrong somehow. Something Kyle had said, something he’d done, had made the young man take a step back, his face suddenly wary. The weight had settled on Kyle’s shoulders once more.
He’d left as soon as he could marshal his wretched, treacherous limbs to carry him.
The young man had had an interesting face, though. A strong jawline, almost belligerent, that was at total odds with those soft, dark eyes of his.
Kyle reached for his sketchbook and pencils almost before he knew what he was doing. He frowned, very deliberately sat down and, with a soft pencil, sketched out the scene before him, devoid of all human life.
Then he tore out the page, crumpled it, and threw it blindly at the bin behind him.
Hi, I’m JL (Jamie) Merrow. I’m that rare beast; an English person who refuses to drink tea.
I write gay romance: mostly contemporary romantic comedies and mysteries, but with a fickle muse that occasionally ambushes me in dark alleyways and drags me off, cackling, to write historical or speculative fiction.
Some might call all this pillar-to-posting tragic evidence of a short attention span; I couldn’t possibly….er, what were we talking about, again?
Within these pages you’ll find details of my current publications and those coming soon, plus a few free reads.