Release Day | Around Seven

Release-Day

It’s release day!!! Around Seven is now live and it’s the last of the former Nortown now gone Up North stories. To be honest, I need another lockdown so I get more time to write because there are so many Up North stories I want to write.

Here, in southern Sweden, it’s sweltering today and if it is where you are too, then maybe you want a break from it. Around Seven is an autumn story filled with yellow leaves and cool air which would be so nice right now 🥵

Oswald is one of my favourite characters, and I just as often forget that I’ve written him – sorry Oz. He’s a friend of Aiden’s and is in Nortown because Aiden has begged him to come. He doesn’t want to be there, and when Aiden suggests they work together in his massage studio, he doesn’t want the job. But he’s been sleeping in his old Toyota Camry for two hundred and seventy-three days and with the nights getting colder he needs a place to stay. To be able to pay for a roof over his head, he needs a job, so he reluctantly agrees to Aiden’s offer.

Joshua spotted the shy man with Aiden, but he didn’t think he’d get to fish him out of the river a few hours later.

 

Excerpt:

The shock of hitting the water had stolen Oswald’s breath, then fear had kicked in. So fucking clumsy. He’d steered the canoe towards the portage; there had been signs pointing to where he should go, and the man he’d rented the canoe from had talked him through it.

Wasn’t standing up in a boat the first thing you learnt not to do? Oswald didn’t know, but when he’d begun swaying and wobbling those were the words ringing in his head.

It had been colder than he’d thought it’d be, but the pull of the current was what had panic roaring in his ears. Funny how when he realised he might die if he went down the waterfall he wanted to live. Invisible hands had dragged him down under the surface, and he’d fought them until his muscles ached, until his lungs burned, until a numbness had all but immobilised him.

He’d hit a rock. The pain in his hip as he’d crashed into the solid shape was jarring, but he’d managed to cling to it. Frothy whitewater washed over him as he tore his hands to shreds on the stones—crawling, pulling, dragging. When he’d finally managed to haul himself onto a rock a couple of metres from the riverbank, he’d collapsed there.

Where the canoe had gone, he didn’t know, and he didn’t have the energy to move. He lay there panting until his eyes drifted closed. He’d rest for a little bit, a few minutes; then he’d go the last bit till he was up on dry land.

A few seconds later he began chuckling. So fucking pathetic. No wonder Guy had needed others. He couldn’t even get himself down a river without fucking up.

The chills came next, his entire body shaking and shuddering and the chuckles turned into sob-like sounds.

Oswald didn’t sob; he didn’t cry—crying never helped anything. He’d walked in on his husband-to-be with his cock buried in the best man’s throat—and he hadn’t made a sound. He’d walked up to the altar and told everyone the wedding was off—and he hadn’t cried. He’d gone back to the apartment he’d shared with Guy for the last five years and packed his clothes—and not a single tear had escaped his eyes. He’d stood there while Guy had been screaming at him that he was ridiculous, that none of the others meant anything, that everyone knew that, no matter how many others there were, Oswald was the one who mattered. Oswald was the one he’d chosen to marry—and he hadn’t uttered one word in response.

Two hundred and seventy-three days, or was it two hundred and seventy-four now? He cracked his eyes open. It was near-full dark, so it might have turned into day number two hundred and seventy-four. With chattering teeth, he looked around.

A bird screeched not far from him; he’d always believed the forest was quiet after dark. Resting his forehead against the rock he tried to make his teeth stop chattering, but it was freaking cold.

Then a branch cracked, and the sound of muttered curses followed.

* * * *

Joshua followed the trail up past the waterfall. It had taken longer than he’d thought it would. His sweat-soaked long-sleeved T-shirt was clinging to his body, and it didn’t help that the darkness had grown thicker around him. He wasn’t afraid he wouldn’t find his way back; he’d walked here often enough in daylight to know where things could get dicey but also when the worst that could happen was he’d scratch himself on a twig.

He walked as close to the river as he could. It was easier to see there than among the trees. The sound of the water quieted as soon as he’d passed the fall. It was still louder than it was downstream, but at least he could listen again.

Glancing out over the river, he missed the branch that had fallen over the trail. His legs caught in it, the crack as he stumbled loud enough to wake the dead, and he cursed the devil and his mother while rubbing his calf—no blood.

As he looked out over the river again, he thought something moved on a rock just a little bit above where the currents really sped up.

Hey!”

The form moved again, and a moan travelled in the wind. Fuck. He’d hoped he’d imagined it. “Are you all right?” Stupid question.

Splendid. Thanks for asking.”

Josh smiled. A man judging from the voice and probably not in danger of dying on him. “Well, then, are you planning on sleeping out there tonight or could I perhaps persuade you to join me up here where it’s a little dryer?”

Blurb:

aroundsevenOswald Sattle has been sleeping in his Toyota Camry for the last 273 days, the exact number of days since he discovered his fiancé cheating on him. Now, out of money and out of options, he’s on his way to Nortown. Aiden, an acquaintance from his past, has offered him a job opportunity he can’t turn down, no matter how much he’d like to.

Joshua Roth moved to Nortown four years ago, and he has everything he needs — a job, friends, peace and quiet. He’s not looking for a boyfriend; no one even knows he’s gay, and he’d like it to stay that way. Everything changes when he offers Oswald a place to stay, though.

Oswald looks like he wants to run away, and Josh finds himself suggesting things that will make him stay. All he wants is for Oswald to smile. Oswald doesn’t want to overstay his welcome, but nothing soothes his nerves like being with Joshua in his cabin.

How long can Oswald stay before it’s time to move on again? Can Joshua have Oswald staying with him without the whole town talking about them? Probably not, but does he care?

Buy Links:

Contemporary Gay Romance: 23,995 words

JMS Books :: Amazon :: books2read.com/AroundSeven

Up North | Around Seven

River

It’s time to share a little about Oswald and Joshua from Around Seven. This is an autumn story with lots of yellow leaves and crisp, cool air. It’s not yet nippy, but the summer warmth is gone. The river is quiet and peaceful, the trees reflecting on the surface, and then there is a huge splash as Oz falls in. 

Oz is a friend of Aiden’s from the Aiden and Tristan stories and he’s come to Nortown because Aiden has asked him to work with him. Aiden is a massage therapist and Oz an acupuncturist and Aiden thought it would be good for them to work together. Oswald isn’t convinced but he has nowhere else to go. 

Joshua has spent a week on Andre’s couch since he’s renovating his cabin.  

Fun fact, I had no idea I’d placed a second person on Andre’s couch before someone pointed it out to me – that Once in May and Around Seven both has a guy on Andre’s couch who then leave him behind for another guy. Poor Andre LOL 

Anyway, Josh is a down to earth guy who doesn’t get involved unless he has to. He listens to his friends’ problems, but he never talks about his own. The last thing he wants is people gossiping about him. 

I love this story and it’s the last one I wrote that takes place in Nortown. In other Up North stories, the characters visit Nortown, but no one has lived there since Joshua. Perhaps it’s time to rectify that. 

Oswald Sattle Joshua Roth

Blurb:

aroundsevenOswald Sattle has been sleeping in his Toyota Camry for the last 273 days, the exact number of days since he discovered his fiancé cheating on him. Now, out of money and out of options, he’s on his way to Nortown. Aiden, an acquaintance from his past, has offered him a job opportunity he can’t turn down, no matter how much he’d like to.

Joshua Roth moved to Nortown four years ago, and he has everything he needs — a job, friends, peace and quiet. He’s not looking for a boyfriend; no one even knows he’s gay, and he’d like it to stay that way. Everything changes when he offers Oswald a place to stay, though.

Oswald looks like he wants to run away, and Josh finds himself suggesting things that will make him stay. All he wants is for Oswald to smile. Oswald doesn’t want to overstay his welcome, but nothing soothes his nerves like being with Joshua in his cabin.

How long can Oswald stay before it’s time to move on again? Can Joshua have Oswald staying with him without the whole town talking about them? Probably not, but does he care?

Buy links:

Contemporary Gay Romance: 23,995 words

JMS Books :: Amazon :: books2read.com/AroundSeven

Release Day | Once in May

Release-Day

It’s release day! Once in May is now live.  

I’ve said it before, but this is one of my favourites of the stories I’ve written. You always have those stories that are extra dear to you, or I do at least. 

Once in May is a past abused story, one of those hurt-comfort stories with a traumatised guy finding peace with a gentle giant… or a huge lumberjack, you know the kind LOL. 

It was first published back in 2016 – that’s a long time ago. It doesn’t feel that long ago. I wrote it back-to-back to The Egg Hunt. John is the one who finds Jason’s missing dog and shuts the door in Tristan and Tom’s faces when they come to get him. And at the end, we get a glimpse of John speeding away from the Easter celebrations before anyone arrives.  

John doesn’t like gatherings, and he doesn’t like people. Zach likes John though, and since he’s set on getting John to talk to him, poor John doesn’t have much of a choice. 

Excerpt:

John hid in the pasta aisle. The fluorescent lamps above did nothing to make the huge man blocking the path to the checkout appear any smaller.

There was a reason John did his grocery shopping on Friday evenings, and that man was ruining it. The shop was supposed to be empty, and yet, there he was. A mountain of a man—one of the sort who could pin John down with no effort at all.

He hadn’t seen John. He simply stood there, reading on his phone with a bag of potatoes in his hand and a bottle of ketchup under a heavily muscled arm, as if there wasn’t a problem in the world. And John guessed, for him, there wasn’t.

How would he get out? He couldn’t walk past him; it was too risky. And even if he made it past him without trouble, the man would come up behind John by the checkout counter…or outside.

As quietly as he possibly could, he took a few steps away from the giant—

Wrong move. Intense blue eyes shot up from the screen and landed on him.

John swallowed, tried to move, but was frozen to the spot.

Sorry, am I in your way?” Of course, his voice had to be a deep rumble. A shiver travelled down John’s spine. He didn’t want to think about what it would sound like when he got angry, or how those fists would bruise and shatter his face if they ever tore into him.

The man stepped a little closer to the shelf, gave a nod as if he expected John to walk past him and went back to reading on his phone.

John couldn’t move. It was so easy for a man that size to grab him. Standing where he was wouldn’t keep him safe, but at least he hadn’t walked up to the man voluntarily.

A few seconds ticked by, and the man looked at him again. His gaze swept over him from head to toe. Probably thinking about what he’ll do to him once they were out of there. John’s ribcage tightened; he couldn’t move. He stood there, slowly suffocating while waiting for the man to make his move.

When nothing happened John almost screamed at him to get it over with. The waiting was worse than the pain, worse than the humiliation.

Then the man put away his phone and smiled. “Well, it was interesting meeting you.” He nodded, stroked his full beard, and…left.

John stood, unmoving. His pulse was ringing in his ears, and his knees wanted to buckle.

He would be waiting outside.

Tears wanted to rise in his eyes but he pushed them away. Tears didn’t help; tears had never saved him; tears wouldn’t take away the pain.

Shit, it had been good. He’d been doing…maybe not well, but better. For three years, he’d let himself believe Nortown was a place he could stay, a place where he would be left alone. But it was over now. He’d seen interest in the man’s eyes, had seen that he was about to say something as he’d stroked his beard.

Gregor hadn’t had a beard.

John slammed his eyes shut. He was not going to think about Gregor. Not now, not here. He heard the man talking to Chris by the till, but he couldn’t hear what they said, couldn’t make out the words over the buzz in his ears. He should run, put his shopping basket down and head for the emergency exit.

His feet wouldn’t move.

Time stood still, and yet minutes must have passed, because the voices had gone silent. John glanced at his watch: five to nine. The shop would be closing in five minutes. He forced himself to move to the checkout.

Chris rang his stuff up. His lips were moving, but John couldn’t hear him. He nodded and hoped it fitted whatever he had said. Chris gave him a concerned look, but John ignored it and stuffed his things in a bag.

As he was walking out the door, Jen came bundling through it and almost knocked him to the ground.

Oh my God, John. I’m so sorry.”

It’s okay.” He took a calming breath.

No, I should’ve been more careful. I just wanted to grab a bag of crisps before Chris closed.”

It’s okay.” He liked Jen, but right at that moment, he only wanted to get out of there. Or maybe he could cling to her and the giant wouldn’t touch him…for now.

Hey, Tristan and Luke are up in my flat. We’re about to watch a movie. Do you want to come?”

He didn’t mean to shake his head as frantically as he did, but there was no stopping the terror following the thought of sharing a sofa with Tristan.

It’s okay, another time. Oh, and Jason will be working in the café. I’ll be there most days, but he’s taking Fridays. I thought you might want to know.” Concern, he hated the concern shining in her eyes, and yet he was grateful she had informed him. “He’s off on Mondays,” she added before she reached for his arm. She stopped herself before she made contact, and John told himself he was grateful. He didn’t do well with touch, but he hated what it did to Jen. He could tell she wanted to reach out, to pat his shoulder, maybe even give him a hug. He took a step away from her.

Thanks for letting me know.” His mumble was low.

Anytime, sweetie. See you Monday?” She looked expectantly at him, and he gave her one short nod.

It was dark outside; the evening air was cool against his skin. He gripped his bag tighter, trying not to feel the chill spreading in his gut. He’d almost forgotten about the man while he’d been talking to Jen. Almost. Now, he was waiting for the large, rough hands to grab him. He couldn’t see anyone, his jeep was in sight, but not the man. It didn’t mean he wasn’t hiding somewhere in the shadows.

John crossed the road to the parking and sprinted the last few steps while clutching his bag. One lone street lamp cast its yellow light over the mostly empty asphalt square. John fumbled with his keys. He looked around, strived to see behind him at the same time as pushing the key into the lock.

Any second now, he was sure they would come—the hands. He hoped it would be quick. Sometimes Gregor had been quick; sometimes he had taken his time.

The door opened, and John climbed in. He shut the door and hit the lock button. Hugging the bag to his chest, he checked the rear-view mirror as his heartbeats thumped in his ears.

There was no one around.

Blurb:

onceinmayIn an attempt to run from his past, John Welsh has spent the last few years building walls around himself. He knows the best way to stay safe is to keep people at arm’s length and preferably out of sight. During weak moments, he might wish he had someone, but he’s not ready. After all, it takes seven years for the body to replace all its cells. He has four years to go before he’s new.

Zachary Fane is always on the move, always on his way to somewhere. He’s going from job to job, from country to country. Contrary to what people might think, he wants nothing more than to find a place to call home, and he knows just where. This time, he is ready. This time, he will stay in Nortown. This time, things will be different. But when he arrives to buy the log cabin he believed would be his, he finds it inhabited. When he goes to talk to the new owner, he is met by the most beautiful green eyes followed by a door slammed in his face.

John should’ve known the peace he’s found in Nortown wouldn’t last. One day everything is fine, the next a mountain of a man shows up wherever he goes. All Zachary wants is to be close to the quiet man who has moved into his cabin. If following him around is the only way, then so be it. Sooner or later, John will get used to having him there … at least, if Zachary hangs around long enough.

Includes the short story, “Honey Baked.”

Buy links:

Contemporary gay romance: 47,776 words

JMS Books :: Amazon :: books2read.com/OnceInMay