Releasing February 15, 2013
Holidays With Jacob
Pre-order at BREATHLESS PRESS
In Loving Jacob they were torn apart, then brought together again
for a fresh start. Follow Malcolm Jenner and Jacob Renault through a year of
special days as their relationship grows.
Join Malcolm and Jacob as they forge their relationship amid the
ashes of the past. From making love again for the first time, to letting go of
past ties, these two men still make mistakes, but the past has taught them to
be honest with one another and to consider each other's needs in addition to
their own wants and desires.
Celebrate a year of
holidays, joys, failures, and triumphs as Malcolm and Jacob learn that it takes
more than love to build a relationship that lasts.
Excerpt
Malcolm stopped him with a hand on his forearm. "Let's
take a walk on the beach while there's still some light and clean up
later." He managed to make the suggestion sound casual though he felt as
though his heart were beating out of his chest in a visible cartoon character
manner. He patted nervously at his pocket for the items he'd placed there
earlier.
Jacob nodded and twisted his wrist so that their hands were
clasped together. Malcolm's heartbeat stuttered as he caught a brief glimpse of
the fine scars that criss-crossed their way up Jacob's arm. They hadn't been
good for each other all those years ago. What made him think that this time
around would be any different? Hand in hand they descended the shallow steps to
the sand from the deck. He started to speak a few times, and bit back the
words. He wasn't sure how to phrase what he wanted to say. Damn it.
"Malcolm, what's going on here?" Jacob's voice
was soft, tentative. He seemed very young and insecure suddenly, more so than
Malcolm had ever seen him.
Bracing his spine and turning to face Jacob, Malcolm took a
deep breath before finding his voice, husky with emotion. "If I tell you
the truth…"
Jacob's gaze locked with Malcolm's. "Malcolm, you're
creeping me out here. I don't want to jump to conclusions, but this is all just
a little, well, creepy. The truth would be fine. Go ahead. I can handle
it."
Malcolm smiled. He rubbed his thumb over the scars at
Jacob's wrist. He felt on comfortable footing again. "But, is it more than
you want?"
Jacob flushed and swallowed visibly, but answered without
hesitation. "No. I want this." He gestured to the romantic moonlight
with their clasped hands, towards where the incoming tide washed away the
remains of the day. He hesitated briefly then rushed on as though determined to
get the words out. "I love you. I always have, since the very first time
in the elevator." Jacob laughed, a little darkly. "Hell, I moved back
here from Vermont ,
gave up a good teaching position with the university, for a second chance with
you, Malcolm. Whatever your truth is, I can handle it."
Malcolm paused in astonishment. On reflection, he realized
that it was true, and recognized that on a certain level he had known all along
that this was the case. The soft glow in Jacob's eyes hadn't appeared there
suddenly, it had been there all along. The knowledge gave him the courage he
needed to speak himself.
"I
love you, too. I want to be with you. That is my truth."
