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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
Bree was pulled away from him, and he was doused from head
to toe in ice-cold water. He wiped his face and turned, only to be met by his
brother’s laughing face.
“Hey there, little brother.” Robert smirked and pointed the
hose at him.
“You’re so going to pay for that.” Phillip advanced. He was
already drenched. It wasn’t like Robert could get him any wetter. “And you’re
how much older? That’s right, ten minutes.”
“I’m still older.” Robert grinned evilly. He covered the tip
of the hose with his thumb, and the ensuing spray engulfed Phillip. “Do you
really think you can best me?”
“I think so,” Phillip answered with a mischievous grin as
his gaze settled on movement behind Robert. Bree and Corey had gotten their
hands on the other hose and were sneaking up on their dad. “You are going to
get so wet,” Phillip warned. Seconds later the kids turned the hose on Robert,
causing him to drop his own hose as he yelled in surprise. Phillip dove for it
and proceeded to help them drench their dad. “You give yet?”
“Never.” Robert roared playfully. He launched himself at his
brother, sending them both sprawling in the mud and struggling to gain control
of the hose. Childish laughter reached their ears and water showered down on
them, courtesy of Bree and Corey.
“On the count of three, you get Bree,” Robert whispered to
his brother as they wrestled in the mud.
“Sounds good.” Phillip kept his own voice low enough that he
couldn’t be overheard. They maneuvered until they were in a position where they
could get to their feet quickly.
“One… two… three,” Robert yelled, and Phillip lunged to his
feet next to Robert.
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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