Stuffed up big time
What did I stuff up on, well the first was the link to the HAHABT hop post was wrong (this is the new one) the event is to bring awareness to ‘phobia’s’ in the LGBT community. There are some really great post if you’ve not already read them, and some even better prizes, so it’s a good event to join in on.
Also I stuffed up with my birthday bash event, honestly I’m just glad I realised it this early in the game, it would have sucked to have gotten to the end and noticed I’d stuffed up.
Anyway, the prizes and rules are up, the main one being that you enter just from joining up, so come join.
And lastly, but just as excitedly this weekend is marked for my book to be published. I’m nervous and excited about what you guys will think of it, as this book is one of my favourite. I’m still in awe a little by the fact that I wrote it.
Life, is what we live. It’s what we breathe. It’s who we love.
This is the story of Kevin and me; I’m Jimmy. Our story is not long, and it’s not complex. It’s not something to cry over, and it’s certainly not something to moan about. Our story is simple, and for that, I feel blessed, being able to grow, live, laugh, and love with the one person I was meant to be with.
It has been that way for as long as I can remember.
My Kevin by Bronwyn Heeley
2nd edition publish 24th of May 2015 by BonyDee Press
Contemporary NA Romance
He’d been hurt. He wasn’t sure if it was physically or mentally, but he’d been in Kindy. He’d been sitting on the silver seats, and he’d been crying.
Those where the points his mind wouldn’t let go of. He’d been hurt. It hadn’t been because people were cooing and ahhing at them, wanting to see the cuteness of two small boys kissing. A calendar marker or something. He’d simply been hurt.
Kevin squatted down in front of him, cupped his chin to make Jimmy look at him. He asked what had happened, and Jimmy would have answered. He wasn’t sure what, but each time the memory came round, he was sure words had actually happened between them. Filling in a moment he’d started to forget.
He remembered the serious look on Kevin’s face as they had spoken, the gentle hands as he fixed what was broken, and then a simple brush of lips against lips.
Kevin never remembered this as a kiss exactly. It’s not as if he’s forgotten that it happened or he just flat out refused its existence, more that it wasn’t anything different, or unusual for him, so it floated away as part of the past.
Kevin’s family touched, kissed, hugged, and praised, which was so completely different from what happened in his house that he was always shockingly surprised when their affection focused on him.
To Jimmy, it had been a beautiful shock. Even in its simplicity.
If you already own this book and want an upgrade (and smashwords won’t update it for free) then contact me and I’ll give you the new version