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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Dates for the diary</b></span><br /><br /><ul><li>The New Wolf was released at eXtasy Books 1 August</li><li>9 August - pre-order date for The Curse Of The Dragon's Dilemma at TEB</li><li>16 August - pre-order date for The Barman And The Seal (Ellery 6) at TEB</li><li>23 August - VIP *buy and read* for Dragon's Dilemma</li><li>23 August - Third party release for The Paramedic And The Writer</li></ul><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBfAGXX-j6U7iX_YS54JM6s4OTEBDr_e9QTMwJVoUi4skm2KpV2vQcviRMkkxXMg0vDtQplAedyqAzPtlVygKXFgoherY_-lDWCXpXQdeXoz0pNW5B-k69wKIXmxYwOJEEhQmx5tdmw3w/s1600/TheNewWolf6x9+%25281%2529.jpg" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBfAGXX-j6U7iX_YS54JM6s4OTEBDr_e9QTMwJVoUi4skm2KpV2vQcviRMkkxXMg0vDtQplAedyqAzPtlVygKXFgoherY_-lDWCXpXQdeXoz0pNW5B-k69wKIXmxYwOJEEhQmx5tdmw3w/s320/TheNewWolf6x9+%25281%2529.jpg" width="212" /></a><b style="font-size: x-large;">The New Wolf</b><br /><br />The New Wolf was released 1 August. This is book 1 in a trilogy. Book 2 is by Stephani Hecht and is out 15 August, Book 3 is by Amber Kell and is out 1 September. The trilogy is to celebrate our panel at Gay Rom Lit in October!<br /><br />| <a href="http://www.extasybooks.com/the-new-wolf/">eXtasy Books</a> |<br /><br />Blurb<br /><br />After a hate crime leaves one of them near dead, Veterinarian, Josh Nolan and Cop, Connor Vincent are starting a new life in Black Creek, a remote town on the edge of the Adirondack State Park, Vermont.<br /><br />Josh is taking over his grandfather's practice and Connor settles into working as one of only four of the sheriff's office covering the area.<br /><br />When Connor pieces together a whole list of unsolved crimes going back fifty years he puts his life, and that of his partners, in danger.<br /><br />An attack, a bite, and suddenly everything becomes frighteningly clear. Black Creek is where a new wolf has to find a whole different way to look at his life.<br /><a name="more"></a><br /><br /><b style="font-size: x-large;">Twitter & Competition</b><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaMVCAp-txg9WdCg-2F0NngGZGkRGdjs2TUIrfpB4DMXCnMhXPq6uWPGAQ5sm1HS6cjBHegKXcVqvvA8_BeJcKvtVQ8ghWUZ2qTpAnAD03gktbPa8f6wxp8AQOEXrjpvqUo26W2kAvezk/s1600/jjj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="90" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaMVCAp-txg9WdCg-2F0NngGZGkRGdjs2TUIrfpB4DMXCnMhXPq6uWPGAQ5sm1HS6cjBHegKXcVqvvA8_BeJcKvtVQ8ghWUZ2qTpAnAD03gktbPa8f6wxp8AQOEXrjpvqUo26W2kAvezk/s200/jjj.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>I reached 1003 followers overnight and will be running a competition to win a $25 Amazon voucher over the next few days. My twitter is at <a href="https://twitter.com/Rjscott_author">https://twitter.com/Rjscott_author</a>.<br /><br />I use it mostly for news about releases, reviews and other book stuff... but I also use twitter for commenting on things here and there...<br /><br />That and Facebook are the best ways to make sure you don't miss what is happening with new releases etc in RJ Scott's world!<br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Chase the Sun (Sapphire Cay #3)</b></span><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4HKQCEWZMIUS0-5pQAkpu7LauAq4barLv2pHm1Fdg5Z6N1kiT2saZdOKi6bZDm4TZMEO2kojUujCl32qZzQNyIMuIvfC5nPVoZzODf_mEa64bl3S_7YrONCTRRkNlfDFyzqAx8P2lGzI/s1600/Chase-the-Sun-600x900.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4HKQCEWZMIUS0-5pQAkpu7LauAq4barLv2pHm1Fdg5Z6N1kiT2saZdOKi6bZDm4TZMEO2kojUujCl32qZzQNyIMuIvfC5nPVoZzODf_mEa64bl3S_7YrONCTRRkNlfDFyzqAx8P2lGzI/s320/Chase-the-Sun-600x900.jpg" width="212" /></a></div>Finished and with editors, this book will be available 23 August and is Scott's story<br /><br /><b>Six years ago, Adam broke Scott's heart, but now he's back in Scott's life and Scott is rightly suspicious.<br /><br />Is it a case of second chances? Or will history repeat itself? </b><br /><br />* * * * * <br /><br />In Chase the Sun, Scott Antonelli is about to get the shock of his life. Six years ago, Adam Ross broke his heart and it was the trigger that set Scott off travelling around the world. For the last few years he has worked at Sapphire Cay with Dylan. On a simple supply run to Marsh Harbour, he is left reeling, as he comes face to face with his first love. Can he trust Adam this time round? <br /><br />Adam Ross was an idiot. Looking for quick and easy cash, he got himself mixed up in the wrong crowd and paid the price - three years in prison and he lost the one person who had ever meant anything to him - Scott. Adam has done his best, tried to turn his life around and is in the Bahamas looking for a second chance. Finding Scott was the easy part. Getting him to trust him again, could be harder than he ever imagined. <br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Current WIP - Big Sky (Montana 1)</b></span><br /><br /><b><i>With Total E-Bound</i></b><br /><br /><b>Blurb</b><br /><br />On the spur of the moment with his life collapsing around him Jayden Sullivan answers an ad for a marketing expert on a dude ranch in Jedburgh, Montana.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfAPG9ig-EcYWuyn4KnEQwCoAN7HBCoaRUHmaUt7BZmGjNKE_c72qkhEyNqb2TRkWgxN9goWZe4fYT-uOa_Ak2ovmlq1-ylUMxwf6oifHG-stmIBW1wSX0-Wl2Zu7ZS2nX0Wb4zMiIMlg/s1600/bigstock-Cowboy-Silhouette-2351852.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfAPG9ig-EcYWuyn4KnEQwCoAN7HBCoaRUHmaUt7BZmGjNKE_c72qkhEyNqb2TRkWgxN9goWZe4fYT-uOa_Ak2ovmlq1-ylUMxwf6oifHG-stmIBW1wSX0-Wl2Zu7ZS2nX0Wb4zMiIMlg/s320/bigstock-Cowboy-Silhouette-2351852.jpg" width="320" /></a>With his sister, Ashley, niece, Kirsten and nephew, Josh, in tow, he moves lock stock and barrel from the city to Montana to start a new life on Crooked Tree Ranch.<br /><br /><div>Foreman and part owner of the ranch, ex rodeo star Nathaniel 'Nate' Todd has been running the dude ranch, for five years ever since his mentor Marcus Allen became ill.<br /><br />Nate's brothers convince him that he needs to get an expert in to help the business grow. He knows things have to change for the ranch to survive, and but when the new guy turns up, with a troubled family in tow - he just isn't prepared for how much.<br /><br /></div><a href="http://rjscottauthor.blogspot.co.uk/2013/08/wip-excerpt-big-sky-crooked-tree-ranch.html">WIP excerpt - Big Sky... Crooked Tree Ranch, Montana book 1</a><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Current WIP - The Case Of The Sinful Santa</b></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span>End Street 4 - with Amber Kell - When Nick Klauson meets Zephariel Constantine... and :O what about the zombies at Mal's school...<br /><br />Prologue and Chapter 1 sent to Amber... I think this is going to be a fun book again. I love writing these!<br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span><span style="font-size: large;"><b>The Case Of The Dragon's Dilemma</b></span><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidPGl2hb0mvdnnAywV_kjnOiJ3IKdsgW3iilhKRNMstLZyWkaQ2A-vyzAYXk0SaW6f0K7l493WOxEaUtSXs_QnxbWQkycp8SFYmF0vGQZLTyxlfaJTLCe6smb4JasO0e0CfieX8QIl9jM/s1600/thecaseofthedragonsdilemma_800.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidPGl2hb0mvdnnAywV_kjnOiJ3IKdsgW3iilhKRNMstLZyWkaQ2A-vyzAYXk0SaW6f0K7l493WOxEaUtSXs_QnxbWQkycp8SFYmF0vGQZLTyxlfaJTLCe6smb4JasO0e0CfieX8QIl9jM/s320/thecaseofthedragonsdilemma_800.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><b>End Street book 3, with Amber Kell</b><br /><br /><a href="http://www.total-e-bound.com/authordetail.asp?A_ID=272" target="_blank">This is available for pre-order from Total E-Bound on Friday 9 August</a>.<br /><br /><b>Dragons, battles, a deal Sam may come to regret, and a Siren attack, leave Sam and Bob in danger, and Mikhail finding a mate. </b><br /><div><br /></div><div>Bob and Sam take their kind-of-adopted-now vampire daughter, Mal to look round new schools.<br /><br />Mikhail is left to babysit the last remaining rescued child whilst they are away. When Sirens appear to steal her away he is left facing the attack alone until a mysterious hero comes to his aid.<br /><br />Ryujin, or Jin to his friends, is a dragon shifter and his role as Captain of the Dragon Guard puts him in direct conflict with Mikhail. <br /><br />The minute he sees Mikhail he knows what he wants. Now if he can only get Mikhail to see the same.<br /><b style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></b><b style="font-size: x-large;">Dr Who</b><br /><div><br /></div>Yep. I was pleased with Peter Capaldi... I mourn the loss of pretty with the selfish side of me, but for the character I think he will be awesome. I must admit I lost the faith with Matt Smith. Not his fault, I loved HIM, I just thought the story lines were a bit too self indulgent and kinda *out there* so I didn't really enjoy as much as I could. Fingers crossed for PC and see what he can do. I wish him luck...<br /><br />My favourite Who must be the one I first watched - the one I grew up with - John Pertwee... but i LOVED Christopher Ecclestone and David Tennant...<br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Advice and stuff</b></span><br /><br />I have been writing every so often quick notes on how I deal with things as a writer and self publisher. The lastest was some loose tips and hints on Smashwords. <a href="http://rjscottauthor.blogspot.co.uk/2013/08/rj-scott-preparing-document-for.html">RJ Scott - Preparing a document for Smashwords</a><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Blog posts you may have missed</b></span><br /><br /><a href="http://rjscottauthor.blogspot.co.uk/2013/07/friday-interview-ej-sutter.html">Friday Interview - E.J. Sutter</a><br /><a href="http://rjscottauthor.blogspot.co.uk/2013/08/chase-sun-sapphire-cay-3.html">Chase The Sun (Sapphire Cay #3)</a><br /><a href="http://rjscottauthor.blogspot.co.uk/2013/08/author-interview-n-wood.html">Author Interview - N. Wood</a></div>

RJ Scott - News, Montana 1, End Street 3, Holidays, Dr Who, Cover Art, Twitter, Dates for Diary

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Chase The Sun (Sapphire Cay #3)

<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCoME3DBslFe5yxzL8YQofKF2weO_PIhnfPzbKjCGoUt8YPdh3MAKypPrsa60viSNT3HTe5OYTKijkCqtsRnvOS9OaE1398jBIHGBFQLmgVr1M7d8AwGgt3t50viE1GBeexbal5PgFIL8/s1600/Chase-the-Sun-600x900.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCoME3DBslFe5yxzL8YQofKF2weO_PIhnfPzbKjCGoUt8YPdh3MAKypPrsa60viSNT3HTe5OYTKijkCqtsRnvOS9OaE1398jBIHGBFQLmgVr1M7d8AwGgt3t50viE1GBeexbal5PgFIL8/s640/Chase-the-Sun-600x900.jpg" width="427" /></a></div><b style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>The Sapphire Cay series</b></span></b><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b></b></span><i>Written with Meredith Russell</i><br /><div><br />Book 1 - <a href="http://rjscottauthor.blogspot.co.uk/2012/09/follow-sun-with-meredith-russell-wip.html">Follow The Sun</a><br />Book 2 - <a href="http://rjscottauthor.blogspot.co.uk/2012/11/under-sun-with-meredith-russell.html">Under The Sun</a><br />Book 3 - Chase The Sun<br /><br /><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b>The Book</b></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span>Six years ago, Adam broke Scott's heart, but now he's back in Scott's life and Scott is rightly suspicious.<br /><br />Is it a case of second chances? Or will history repeat itself? <br /><br />* * * * * <br /><br />In Chase the Sun, Scott Antonelli is about to get the shock of his life. Six years ago, Adam Ross broke his heart and it was the trigger that set Scott off travelling around the world. For the last few years he has worked at Sapphire Cay with Dylan. On a simple supply run to Marsh Harbour, he is left reeling, as he comes face to face with his first love. Can he trust Adam this time round? <br /><br />Adam Ross was an idiot. Looking for quick and easy cash, he got himself mixed up in the wrong crowd and paid the price - three years in prison and he lost the one person who had ever meant anything to him - Scott. Adam has done his best, tried to turn his life around and is in the Bahamas looking for a second chance. Finding Scott was the easy part. Getting him to trust him again, could be harder than he ever imagined.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>Buy Links - eBook</strong></span><br /><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://www.lovelanebooks.co.uk/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=14&products_id=46" target="_blank">Love Lane Books</a> | <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00EUAYECG/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=B00EUAYECG&linkCode=as2&tag=rjsc-20" target="_blank">Amazon (US)</a> | <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B00EUAYECG/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1634&creative=19450&creativeASIN=B00EUAYECG&linkCode=as2&tag=rjsc-21" target="_blank">Amazon (UK)</a> | <a href="https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-chasethesun-1271506-149.html" target="_blank">All Romance</a> | <span style="color: #999999;">Barnes & Noble</span> | <span style="color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #999999;">Kobo</span> </span>| <span style="color: #999999;">Sony</span> | <a href="https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/352250" target="_blank">Smashwords</a><br /><br /><br /><b style="font-size: x-large;">Reviews</b></div></div></div><br /><a href="http://mmgoodbookreviews.wordpress.com/2013/08/23/chase-the-sun-by-meredith-russell-and-r-j-scott/">MM Good Book Reviews</a> - "....Yes, it is safe to say that the writing in this book is very good, and while the theme in itself is not light, the way it was written made it easy to read, easy to like, and didn’t add any heaviness or steal the escapism purpose from the read...."<div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Excerpt</b></span></div><div><br /><b>Chapter 1</b></div><div><br />“You get Dominiq’s list?” Dylan asked as he walked with Scott and Lucas toward the Lady Liberty.<br /><br />“Yep.” Pulling out Dominiq’s shopping list from the back pocket of his cargo shorts, Scott Antonelli then waved it in the air. “I’d be in a heap of trouble if I forget anything,” he added. Despite the cook’s laid-back Bahamian charm, Dominiq could have a temper on him if anyone dared mess with his ingredients and menu.<br /><br />The three of them walked to the end of the pier and stopped beside the boat. Scott shifted uncomfortably as Lucas slid his hand in Dylan’s. He didn’t have a problem with public affection, far from it, it was just there had been a time he and Dylan had, well, they didn’t, but he’d thought maybe they could have had something. In fact, he was the first man to get Scott interested in anything more than a quick fuck since…<br /><br />Not going there.<br /><br />He distracted himself from the twinge of remembrance of things he shouldn’t think about and the ever-present jealousy in his chest. He had nothing against Lucas. Lucas was damn adorable most of the time and a godsend the rest. The man was good for Dylan. Dylan was a competent boss, but he didn’t have the head for figures Lucas did. He wondered how Lucas put up with the state of the shared office. If you knew the men like he did and really looked, you could easily find Lucas’s personal space in the room—neat shelves on the far wall stacked with labeled file boxes, a bulletin board propped up and covered in receipts and a constantly updated to-do list. <br /><br />Scott met Lucas’s eyes and then looked at Dylan. Both men stared at him expectantly. “What?” he asked. The two men grinned.<br /><br />“Everything okay?” Lucas asked. “You seem a little distracted.”<br /><br />He wasn’t so much distracted as he had itchy feet. Maybe. There was something stirring inside him, and he wasn’t really sure what it was. He hadn’t left the Bahamas or the East Coast in nearly three years. Everyone around him seemed to be settling down and pairing off. Dylan had found Lucas, and then four months ago their prissy-pants wedding planner had found his hot and sweaty dream guy too. And then there had been a dozen or so weddings, several honeymoons, and more vacationing couples than Scott cared to think about. It was enough to turn anyone’s stomach, all that mushy romance crap. Plus all the longing looks and wandering hands and kissing. Gah, the kissing. What he needed was a good fuck. A night of dirty sex and a morning of forgotten names. That would cure him of all these unwanted emotions. He’d learned his lesson a long time ago. He’d fallen hard for someone and learned the hard way that love was for suckers. <br /><br />“Scott?” Dylan pressed.<br /><br />He glanced between the two men. Okay, maybe not suckers. Not if you found the right person. Someone you could trust to love you back just as hard. <br /><br />“Sorry,” Scott said. “When’s Dominiq need all this stuff by?” They had no major events for the next month, and currently the only guests on the island were some rich couple from San Antonio. A stopover in Marsh Harbor might do him some good. <br /><br />“I can check, but I don’t think there’s anything urgent.” Dylan narrowed his eyes and reached out, resting a hand on Scott’s shoulder. “You sure you’re okay?”<br /><br />Scott laughed. Dylan was around the same age as him yet in the last couple of years he had turned into some father figure. Well, more like an older and wiser brother. “I’m fine. If it’s okay with you, I won’t be back until tomorrow.”<br /><br />“Of course it is,” Lucas insisted. Scott smiled. The couple wasn’t quite at the finish-each-other’s-sentences stage, but always seemed to think the same on any decision.<br /><br />“Thanks.” Scott slipped Dominiq’s list back into his pocket and checked he had his wallet. “I’ll call if there’s a problem with anything.” Their supplier at Marsh Harbor had only ever let them down once. Dominiq had not been happy to find there would be no dragon fruit for his so-named dragon fruit cocktail. <br /><br />He jumped onboard and waited as Dylan untied the line and threw it onto the deck. <br /><br />“We’ll see you tomorrow,” Dylan said.<br /><br />Scott started the engine and slid on his sunglasses. <br /><br />“And don’t go gorging yourself on those fudge sundaes again.”<br /><br />Scott raised an eyebrow and looked curiously at Dylan from over the frames of his shades. Who had told Dylan about Scott’s addiction to the cold stuff? It could only be one person—the only one who had experienced Scott falling face first into a sundae as if it were his last-ever dessert. Jamie. It had to be the ex-Marine who had blurted the facts.<br /><br />“Jeez, if you can’t trust a Marine, who can you trust?” Then he had a horrible thought. Dominiq took the health of all his friends very seriously, and horrors of horrors, what if he knew and decided to put Scott on a diet? An automatic reflex had him sucking in his tummy. “Does Dominiq know?” <br /><br />Dylan shook his head. “But you should watch yourself. If he catches you eating that processed crap again—”<br /><br />“Yeah, yeah.” He had been scolded once before for daring to eat something not made from the freshest of meat and vegetables. Apparently, burgers, fries, and fudge sundaes were not a food group in themselves and did not cover the required vitamins, minerals, and all that other healthy-balance stuff Dominiq believed in heart and soul.<br /><br />Deciding what happened at Marsh Harbor stayed at Marsh Harbor, he added a fudge sundae to his mental to-do list. Checking one more time that he had everything, Scott steered away from the pier. He glanced over his shoulder to see Lucas waving and Dylan leaning into his lover. He wasn’t normally a guy to get jealous, but he was scarily close to turning Hulk-green. A bar, a drink, and a guy should settle his mood and get these feelings out his system. At least until the next time. <br /><br />Pushing his sunglasses higher, he then swept his hand back through his dark hair and focused on the landmass in front of him. He had made the trip to Marsh Harbor more times than he cared to remember, but something felt different this time and he wasn’t exactly sure why. His morning had been the same as always. He had joined everyone else for breakfast, chatted, laughed, and been given his list of jobs for the day. His first job had been to clean the filter on the pool and test the chemical levels, then he had the hinges on the launderette door to lift, and before heading on his run to Marsh Harbor, he had started the work of replanting the east garden. <br /><br />Not exactly what he had in mind when he had left Ithaca six years ago, but he had come to accept not everyone got to pick their path—not everyone was destined to get the happy ending they wanted and planned for. Sometimes the direction a person’s life went in was his own fault and sometimes it was somebody else’s. For Scott it was a bit of both. He’d had his eyes opened and it had been the push he had needed to get out of there. Okay, so maybe his folks had thought it more like he was running away, but that wasn’t really it. He’d set his sights on something that had been nothing more than a pipedream. His heart and trust had been broken, and he’d wanted to find a way to fix them. To play out the ultimate cliché of finding himself and a new path. And maybe stop everything from hurting so damn much. <br /><br />Steering the boat, Scott put the coast line on his port side. He hated it when he got like this. He was Scott Antonelli, free-spirited, easygoing, and fun. Lucas was right. He had been distracted this last week. Maybe it was time to move on for a little while. He could head back to Thailand, Malaysia, or Singapore. His time working at the Singapore Botanic Gardens had been one of the most rewarding of his life so far. He actually was able to use his degree and yet still learn new techniques and discover plants so colorful and exotic, he almost considered them to be alien and from another world.<br /><br />Singapore.<br /><br />Leaving was a good idea. He glanced back at Sapphire Cay. Maybe.<br /><br /><br /><br />Marsh Harbor was busy, teeming with traders and tourists and captains of any seafaring vessels available. The Bahamian tourist trade was big business, and Scott was slap in the middle of the chaos. <br /><br />“I’ll collect it in the morning,” Scott said and handed over the list of foodstuffs to the only stall holder Dominiq trusted in the harbor. “That okay?”<br /><br />The man behind the stall read over the list and nodded. “No problem,” he agreed and slipped the list in his shirt pocket. His smile was all teeth and friendly. <br /><br />Scott knew everything would be ready for him to collect. The man was an old friend of Dominiq’s—Claude, Scott remembered. “Thanks,” he said and handed Claude half the money he had been given as a deposit. <br /><br />“See you in the morning,” Claude said. Then he turned to serve another customer.<br /><br />“Yeah,” Scott said, putting his wallet away. He zipped up his pocket and pulled his green T-shirt down over his ass. He checked the time. Still a little early to start drinking alone. Besides, he wasn’t looking to get legless. He just wanted to relax with a couple of beers and some polite conversation. He’d be okay with that. First, he needed to get himself a room, shower, maybe buy himself a decent shirt. <br /><br />Putting on his shades, he turned on his heel to head for the nearest guest house. <br /><br />“Sorry,” he said when he bumped shoulders with someone. <br /><br />“Scott.” <br /><br />The heat of familiarity spread through Scott’s chest when he heard his name. Slowly, he turned around, fearing he might be right. Could it really be…?<br /><br />“Adam.” The man’s name was all Scott managed as he stared into the eyes of his former lover. Adam Ross. It really was him. The only person Scott had ever loved, the same person who had ripped out Scott’s heart and stamped it into the ground. Scott blinked twice to check he wasn’t imagining things.<br /><br />Images flashed in his head. Making love, kissing, smiles, betrayal, cops, crime…every single day of their six months together coalesced into one solid wall of fury.<br /><br />“Hey,” Adam said. His mouth curved into a smile and Scott saw red. <br /><br />Curling his hand into a fist, Scott lashed out, laying a blow to Adam’s jaw. The punch was enough to knock Adam backward and off his feet, and he landed on his ass with a painful grunt.<br /><br />That felt good. Scott shook away the throb of pain from the contact with Adam’s face and squeezed his hand open and shut a few times.<br /><br />“Jesus, Scott,” Adam said as he rubbed at his cheek. “What the hell?”<br /><br />“What the hell?” Scott looked down at Adam and shook his head. “What the hell?” Pinching the bridge of his nose, he backed away and looked around at the curious faces of the market crowds. <br /><br />Great.<br /><br />“You missed me then?” Adam said cautiously. He sat forward and held out his hand. <br /><br />Scott considered Adam’s hand for a moment. He could feel people’s eyes on him, judging him and his actions. <br /><br />Shit.<br /><br />Hesitating, he chewed on his lip. This was some massive joke. He’d knocked Adam to the ground, and Adam should stay on the damn ground. Eventually, Adam got the hint that Scott wasn’t helping him up, and he scrambled to stand on his own. As Adam dusted down the back of his light-colored pants and composed himself, Scott took the opportunity to look the man over. It seemed in six years not a lot had changed. Adam’s eyes still shone all golden brown when he smiled, his jaw was covered in shaped scruff, and his hair stuck up in soft spikes. He looked slimmer, skinnier even, older, but he had the familiar youthful charm in and around his eyes. <br /><br />Damn, he looks good.<br /><br />Emotions Scott had buried a long time ago threatened to reemerge—a mixture of hate, love, and regret. Right now, he hated the fact Adam could reawaken that desire, that love, those feelings Scott hadn’t had for anyone since him. Not like this. Not the same as he’d felt for Adam. Sure he had said the words to a couple of guys, but there was never anything real behind them. Nothing that meant the relationships would last longer than a couple of months, just enough before the itchy feet kicked in and Scott continued with his traveling. <br /><br />“What are you doing here?” Scott asked angrily, stepping back to put a little more distance between them.<br /><br />Adam briefly smiled before he ducked his head and eyed the ground. He seemed nervous. “To the point as always. I missed that.” <br /><br />Scott folded his arms across his broad chest. “Seriously? Do you want me to hit you again?” Yes, he was hostile, but Adam deserved it. Scott still remembered that morning—the cops, the shouting, Adam with one leg out the window. <br /><br />Adam raised his hands in self-defense. “Not necessary.”<br /><br />For a few seconds Scott just stared. His initial temper had subsided and now sat curled inside him, ready for more fighting. He’d finished with Adam. He didn’t need Adam. I loved him so much.<br /><br />Calmly, Scott again asked, “Why are you here?” What wicked trick was Fate trying to play on him? Of all the places in the world, Adam was here. Why? How? He narrowed his eyes and looked Adam up and down. He didn’t believe in coincidences.<br /><br />“A guy can’t go on vacation?” Adam stretched his neck as he rubbed his jaw again. “That hurt, you know. I didn’t think you had it in you.” <br /><br />“You’d be surprised. I’m not the same person from six years ago.”<br /><br />Adam nodded. “Do you want to get a drink?”<br /><br />Scott huffed a laugh. “You’re kidding, right?” So maybe a moment ago he was ready to have a few beers, but now he just wanted to collect Dominiq’s ingredients, sort out the liquor order, and get back to Sapphire Cay. He grimaced as he curled his hand into a fist. And get some ice for his damn hand.<br /><br />Adam worried his lower lip with a tooth. He looked both wary and hopeful. “Thought we could catch up.”<br /><br />“Catch up? With what? Your time behind bars? My time forgetting you?”<br /><br />“Scott, please—” <br /><br />“How long were you in?” Scott ignored Adam’s soft plea. <br /><br />Adam stiffened. “Three years.” He met Scott’s eyes before shying away.<br /><br />The last time Scott had seen Adam, he was being bundled into the back of a cop car. Despite how he had felt about Adam, he hadn’t even been able to bring himself to go to court. He didn’t want to see Adam. As far he had been concerned the young man he’d fallen so hard for was a liar and a criminal and he didn’t want or need to hear exactly what Adam was guilty of. He read about the case online but he never checked the sentencing.<br /><br />“So, why are you here?” Scott pressed.<br /><br />Adam lifted his gaze and had an earnest expression on his face that Scott didn’t believe for one minute. “I told you. A vacation.”<br /><br />“And that’s it?” <br /><br />Adam shrugged. “I have some business to deal with first, but yeah, that’s it.”<br /><br />“Business?” Scott shook his head. “What this time?” He tried to imagine how bad things might be this time around. “You here to steal from the tourists?” The Bahamas suffered from crime as much as anywhere else. Smuggling was the biggest problem in the Bahamas, what with the many uninhabited islands. Exotic animals? Drugs? People?<br /><br />“I’ve changed, Scott,” Adam sounded sad and more than a little resigned. Was he looking for sympathy? Scott huffed a sarcastic laugh. What did Adam expect?<br /><br />“You do remember what happened in Ithaca, right? Your business brought the cops to our door.”<br /><br />“That wasn’t my fault,” Adam claimed instantly. He held up a hand to forestall Scott’s talking. “It was a misunderstanding. I didn’t do what the cops said I did.”<br /><br />“So you were innocent and they put you away for three years for absolutely no reason. I forgot, everyone in prison is innocent.” Scott looked around. Were they really doing this in the middle of the street? People weren’t stopping and staring—no one cared the two men were talking loudly in the street.<br /><br />Scott forged ahead. “You made your choice when you stole that first car. You got involved with all that crap and those men. You got me involved. I had the cops going through my stuff, our stuff. Do you know how that made me feel?”<br /><br />Fuck. He couldn’t do this. Turning around, he shouted to Claude, “Claude, I’ll be back in an hour for everything. That a problem?”<br /><br />Claude looked surprised but shook his head. “One hour.”<br /><br />“I have to go.” Scott looked at Adam. “Enjoy your vacation,” he said and made to leave.<br /><br />“I’m sorry,” Adam called after him. Scott stopped and closed his eyes. Maybe it wouldn’t have been so bad if he really hated Adam. Even after six years, there was still a place reserved for only Adam in his heart. “Please, Scott, I truly am sorry. You were never supposed to get involved.”<br /><br />Slowly, Scott turned around. “You don’t get it, do you? I loved you. Just being with you involved me in what you were doing. I could have lost everything I’d worked for. I trusted you and you lied to me.”<br /><br />“I didn’t lie. I just—”<br /><br />“Didn’t tell me the truth,” Scott finished for him. <br /><br />Adam shook his head. “I’m sorry.”<br /><br />“Me too, sorry I ever met you,” Scott snapped. Then he eyed the red patch on Adam’s jaw where he had hit him. “I’m not sorry I hit you.”<br /><br />“I deserved it,” Adam said softly. He touched the darkening skin with the fingers of one hand.<br /><br />Scott couldn’t stand here any longer. He couldn’t bear to be in the proximity of the man he’d lost his heart to. He would hit him again or kiss him or throttle him or hug him. He had to go.<br /><br />“Goodbye, Adam,” he said finally. He continued to walk away. <br /><br />“I’m staying at the Pelican Landing,” Adam shouted. “Room four-oh-eight.”<br /><br />Scott didn’t stop this time. He couldn’t. Refusing to look back, he headed for the liquor store. Singapore suddenly seemed a hell of a good idea just about now.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Chapter 2<br /><br /><br /><br />Lucas frowned at Scott as he walked up to him. “You’re back?” <br /><br />Scott shrugged as Lucas stated the obvious. He had only just docked a few minutes before and he needed a beer. He’d hoped the bar would be empty but apparently, Lucas and Dylan had the same idea for early evening alcohol and were standing on either side of the Tiki bar, chatting.<br /><br />“Yeah. Change of plan,” Scott said as he slid onto the stool beside Lucas and rested his arms on the edge of the wooden surface. It was a little after six and the sun sat low in the sky, casting a warm orange glow over the pool area.<br /><br />Dylan and Lucas both stared at him, and it was Lucas who finally broke the silence. “Want a cocktail? Dylan’s making us Apple Mojitos.” <br /><br />Scott watched Dylan mix the first drink. It looked disgusting. Evidently, his face showed the doubt he had at going anywhere near the bright green drink. <br /><br />“They’re good,” Lucas assured him. <br /><br />“Sure,” Scott said. “Why not?” He’d get to the beer later.<br /><br />Lucas grinned. “So, how was Marsh Harbor?”<br /><br />I ran into my ex who spent three of the last six years in prison. <br /><br />“Same old.” He glanced at Lucas, who gave him a curious look. “I haven’t unloaded Liberty yet.” <br /><br />Dylan slid a drink toward Lucas. <br /><br />Scott continued, “Was hoping for a hand.” <br /><br />He smirked as Dylan pulled the drink back toward himself, away from Lucas.<br /><br />“Hey,” Lucas half whined.<br /><br />“After we help Scott,” Dylan insisted.<br /><br />Lucas mumbled something Scott didn’t quite make out, but it definitely involved both Scott and Dylan being asses. <br /><br />“Fine,” Lucas said and jumped down from his stool. “Well, come on,” he chivied them to work. “I have cocktails to sip beside the pool. Let’s get to it.”<br /><br />Dylan laughed and fell in behind his fiancé, followed quickly by Scott. The couple held hands as they made their way down to the beach and the pier. Scott pushed his hands in his pockets and smiled as Dylan playfully shoved Lucas forward across the sand. He had only ever felt that at ease with one person. One man. His head and his heart were engaged in a war over Adam about what was and what could have been—what still could be. <br /><br />How could he even think about giving the man a second chance?<br /><br />Because you loved him, you big idiot. Because when you saw him your instinct was to hold him close and never let him go. Because even now grabs your heart.<br /><br />Lucas cried out and Scott stopped, watching the two men run across the sand. Dylan chased Lucas toward the pier, trying to capture him around his waist, only to miss and fall face first in the sand. <br /><br />He thought on Adam and Ithaca, on Dylan and Lucas and Sapphire Cay, and then on Singapore and moving forward. With a sigh, he started walking again. He needed to work stuff out. What had happened today was a wakeup call. The decision to face any or all of it head on wasn’t as easy as he thought. In fact, it was damn hard. <br /><br />After Liberty was unloaded and everything was in the kitchen, it was finally drink time. One Mojito turned into two. The drink numbed the edges and gave him a buzz where his mind was imagining everything was possible. He chased them with beer but when he asked for whisky, Dylan placed a hand over his and stopped him from helping himself.<br /><br />“What’s wrong?” Dylan asked gently. <br /><br />“Nothing,” Scott said. No one needed to know that he was probably in shock. All he needed to do was take the edge off with the alcohol, and life would just go back to normal.<br /><br />Dylan began talking, but he was talking to Lucas, not to Scott. “…the most I’ve ever seen him drink is two beers…”<br /><br />His friend’s voice sounded distant and there was buzzing in his head that made it difficult to concentrate. Scott blinked and looked from Dylan to Lucas then down to his empty glass. They were talking about him as if he wasn’t there, saying he was drunk…or something. <br /><br />“’M’fine,” he said. He deliberately sounded out each vowel in his head but what came out was a slur. “’M’not’fine,” he corrected. “’M’drunk.”<br /><br />“What happened when you were mainland?” someone asked. He thought it was Dylan, but he wouldn’t bet his life on it.<br /><br />“‘S’Adam,” he said. At least the sound of the words in his head were right even if it didn’t come out as careful speech.<br /><br />“Adam who?” Lucas asked. Scott looked over at him, but Lucas wasn’t directing the question to him, he was looking at Dylan for the answer. Hell, Dylan didn’t know anything about Adam. Why would Scott go mouthing off about someone that screwed with his head and left him feeling angry and lost?<br /><br />“I don’t know anything about an Adam,” Dylan answered.<br /><br />“I’m going in to get coffee for us all,” Lucas said quickly. “I’ll be back in five.”<br /><br />Dylan came around Scott’s side and encouraged Scott to sit on the sand with his back against the wooden bar. He pressed a glass of water into Scott’s hand.<br /><br />“Drink this, it’ll dilute the alcohol some.”<br /><br />Scott did as he was told then, and before he felt time pass, Lucas was back and he handed Scott hot black coffee. As it scalded a path down his throat, Scott winced. He was losing the lovely mellow everything-is-fine feeling and was on the way to feeling queasy. He imagined the coffee finding the alcohol in his stomach and threatening it not to come back up. He hoped to hell the alcohol was going to listen. <br /><br />Lucas sat on his right, Dylan on his left, and he waited for one of them to start talking. They were going to ask him all kinds of deep penetrating questions that he had no answer to.<br /><br />“You want to talk?” Lucas asked gently. “I can go if you want to talk to Dylan on your own?”<br /><br />“Dylan’s my best friend,” Scott said brokenly. “You love him.” He knew he wasn’t making sense. He was coming down from the alcohol high and things looked bleak. “I love that you love him and he loves you,” he added with a hiccup.<br /><br />Scott and Dylan had been close for years, ever since Thailand, and Dylan knew all of Scott’s secrets bar one. Adam. Scott could understand why Lucas suggested Scott talk to Dylan alone, but he assumed Dylan would talk to Lucas later anyway. May as well get it all out in one go. He sipped more coffee and for a long while they sat in silence in a row. Finally, he felt able to speak.<br /><br />“I was in the last year of college, sitting through finals, working at the botanical gardens for my experience,” Scott started. He closed his eyes then moved until he could draw up his knees and rest his head on them. He wondered if the two men would be able to hear him as he mumbled into his legs, then dismissed the worry. He needed to hide when he told this story and they would just have to listen hard.<br /><br />“I met this guy when I was in my final year at Ithaca. Young, only nineteen, and he was the life and soul of the party. We just clicked in bed. He only had to take his shirt off and I had him pinned to the mattress or a sofa or up against a wall.” He groaned as he realized how much information was probably too much. Neither Lucas nor Dylan commented. “His name was Adam.”<br /><br />“He was a sophomore then,” Lucas summarized.<br /><br />Scott snorted. “Hell no. He wasn’t in college. Not that he couldn’t, he was so damn clever, but he didn’t have money…you know what it’s like. He worked in Ithaca. I met him at a party, we were together six months.” Nausea rolled in his stomach, and he concentrated on his breathing to quell the need to be sick. “We got to the point…” He paused. “No, I got to the point where I thought we could see where the future took us.” He stopped and lifted his face to the evening breeze. The scent of the sea was as familiar as every other night and it grounded him. “I even thought I was in love with him.”<br /><br />I was in love with him. He was part of me. My future.<br /><br />Lucas rubbed small circles on his back. “What happened?” he asked.<br /><br />Scott snorted. “Well, the future didn’t happen. That’s for sure,” he added. “I knew in my bones that there was something not right, but I really, genuinely had fallen in love and I ignored all the signs.”<br /><br />“Was he cheating on you?” This time Dylan asked the question. Scott wished he could say he knew for certain that Adam hadn’t cheated on him. That he trusted Adam. But when the cops came and took him, Scott lost the last little piece of trust he had. Instead of answering Dylan’s question, he forged ahead with explanation.<br /><br />He sighed heavily. “I don’t know what to tell you. We woke up one morning and there were cops at the door, and when I let them in, Adam was halfway out the window. They arrested him for stealing cars and selling the parts, and I found out today he was given a three-year prison sentence.”<br /><br />“Fuck, I’m sorry,” Dylan offered. He slung his arm over Scott’s shoulder and Scott wasn’t ashamed to lean in for the comfort.<br /><br />“You didn’t know what he was doing?” Lucas asked.<br /><br />Trust Lucas to be the one who asked the question that mattered.<br /><br />“I’d love to tell you, hand on heart, that I didn’t know,” Scott said. “But I was always suspicious. He’d come to my place late, go out early, sometimes he’d just be lying around playing video games for days. He told me he had a legitimate business that he ran alongside flipping burgers, and that he was going places. At first, I was proud that my nineteen-year-old boyfriend had made himself money and thought that one day he would use it to go to college or… I don’t know.” Scott shrugged. “Hell, the sex was awesome.”<br /><br />“So you said,” Lucas said dryly. <br /><br />Dylan took his turn to ask a question that Scott struggled with. “What stopped you from finding out more? What is he doing here? Has he tracked you down? Did you ask him what he was doing?”<br /><br />So many questions Scott wished he had answers to. “I don’t know. We had six months, Dylan, that was all. Just half a year of off-the-charts sex and me in my own head imagining a future based on that alone. We weren’t much beyond the fucking-every-moment-we-got stage. I’d only allowed myself that single morning to say anything out loud that was anywhere close to commitment.”<br /><br />Scott remembered it clearly.<br /><br /><br /><br /><i>“How would you like to come traveling with me?” Scott blurted out. Adam wasn’t the type for post-sex talking; he was more the head-under-the-quilt-and-snoring type. Adam turned on his side to face Scott and gave another wide yawn.<br /><br />“Traveling where?” Adam asked curiously as he stretched.<br /><br />“Like how some European students travel after they have their degrees. I think it sounds kinda cool. Singapore, maybe, Australia? I was thinking of starting in Thailand or something like that? We could work our way around.” Scott wished he sounded more confident in what he was saying. He and Adam were different worlds really, and he didn’t expect Adam to say yes immediately.<br /><br />“I have a life here,” Adam said softly.<br /><br />“It wouldn’t be for long.”<br /><br />“How long?” Adam asked.<br /><br />“Most students go for a year. Do some growing up, see the world, find themselves.”<br /><br />Adam snorted a laugh and rolled onto his back. Reaching sideways, he gripped Scott’s now-flaccid cock. “I can help you find yourself, baby.” He smirked. <br /><br />“I mean it,” Scott insisted. “Take a year out, work our way around the world, well, a bit of it at least, then come back and find somewhere to settle down or something.” The last he added casually, as if he didn’t care what Adam said next.<br /><br />“Settle down?” Adam sounded momentarily wistful. Then he ruined the effect by laughing. “That sounds far too permanent.”<br /><br />“I know you’re only nineteen…” Scott started. He wasn’t sure how to finish the sentence though. <br /><br />“Nineteen with a place of my own I pay rent on and income from a good job.”<br /><br />“Doing what exactly?” Scott insisted. He swallowed. “You have way more money than just flipping burgers. What is your other business?”<br /><br />Adam rolled off the bed on his side and pulled on his jeans. “Jesus, Scott. I’m not staying if you’re going all bad cop on me.”<br /><br />“Why would you say that?” Scott snapped.<br /><br />“Fuck you, Scott. I don’t have to share anything with you.”<br /><br />“I worry about you, Adam.”<br /><br />Adam pulled his T-shirt over his head and scrubbed at his stubbled face with his hands, then pushed them through his spiky, messed hair. He had temper flashing in his eyes. “Don’t worry about me, Brains, I’m doing just fine.”<br /><br />“You don’t seem to have anyone. Friends? Family. I’ve never met anyone. You have money lying around here. I’m not stupid, Adam.”<br /><br />“I never said you were, but this is my life and I don’t need you getting involved.”<br /><br />A knock at the door echoed through the small apartment. Someone was pounding the door. Wait. Not pounding. Pushing something at the door. <br /><br />Adam was scared, his brown eyes wide with sudden fear. He looked terrified and crossed to the window, glancing out at the fire escape.<br /><br />“Adam, what’s wrong?”<br /><br />Adam didn’t answer. He pulled at the catch holding the window shut and tried to lever it upward. He even had a foot out on the sill when the door flew open with force and suddenly everything went to hell. Cops, five, six, two with guns drawn, and Adam was dragged back from the window. One of them was stating Adam’s Miranda rights and when Scott could hear over the noise all he picked up was that Adam was being arrested. What for? What did Adam do? <br /><br />When cuffs clicked around Adam’s wrists he didn’t struggle. He simply stood absolutely still and refused to meet Scott’s eyes. The cops turned to Adam. They were talking at him, something about car theft, parts, cash, laundering, and a cop being shot. Adam was going down and Scott had to stay here and think himself lucky he’d stayed out of it all. <br /><br />Confusion and noise, then suddenly nothing except the promise that Scott would be called in for questioning if needed. <br /><br />Standing in his room in shock, Scott could only think one thing.<br /><br />How could he ever think to love someone he could never really know?</i><br /><br /><br />Scott pulled himself back to the here and now. “Adam told me he did extra stuff. That is how he explained it—stuff—finding things people needed and selling them on. I would see rolls of notes sometimes, and I knew something wasn’t right. “<br /><br />“But you never knew what?” Dylan asked carefully.<br /><br />“Car parts he said. I asked him what kind of car parts? Where did he get them? Why did his customers pay him in cash? All he said was that his customers were rich. I was stupid. Blinded by what I thought was love.”<br /><br />The three men sat quietly for a few minutes, and in that time enough memories whirled inside Scott’s head that he couldn’t stop the flood of embarrassment that made him groan.<br /><br />Dylan snapped his fingers. “Wait. Rewind. He was in prison, and he’s out, so do you think he is in Marsh Harbor specifically looking for you?”<br /><br />Scott shuffled uncomfortably on the hardening sand under his butt. “He didn’t say and I didn’t ask him.”<br /><br />“Then what exactly did you talk about then?”<br /><br />“Less talking, more punching,” Scott admitted. <br /><br />“Jeez,” Dylan murmured. Scott glanced at Dylan, whose eyebrows were raised in surprise at the statement. Scott was the last person to get angry, let alone allow temper to have a physical manifestation, and Dylan knew that.<br /><br />“So, both of you, tell me. What the hell do I do now?”<br /><br />“Is he still at Marsh Harbor?”<br /><br />“He said he was. He gave me his room number at the Pelican Landing.”<br /><br />“That’s a pit,” Dylan said. “Cheap by-the-hour type of bookings.”<br /><br />“Stealing cars can’t pay well then,” Lucas pointed out.<br /><br />“He says he’s done with that,” Scott immediately defended. Then he groaned again and hid his face against Dylan’s T-shirt. What was he doing? Defending someone he’d spent so little time with and who he didn’t really know. The same boy who’d nearly got Scott arrested.<br /><br />“You know what you need to do,” Dylan started. “You need to sleep on it, and in the morning, you need to get yourself to the Pelican Landing and you need to punch him again.” The last he added with a smile obvious in his voice. <br /><br />“Or you could talk,” Lucas said. “Get this all off your chest. See what he wants. Then come back home and drink some more mojitos.”</div></div></div>

Chase The Sun (Sapphire Cay #3)

The Sapphire Cay series Written with Meredith Russell Book 1 - Follow The Sun Book 2 - Under The Sun Book 3 - Chase The Sun The Book Six yea...

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WIP excerpt - Big Sky... Crooked Tree Ranch, Montana book 1

COMPLETELY UNEDITED... rofl<br /><br />Problem was tonight even Josh was subdued. He picked at his spaghetti and pulled it apart on his plate.<br /><br />“What’s wrong buddy?” Jayden asked softly.<br /><br />Josh raised his gaze to Jayden. “Something happened at school,” he began.<br /><br />“What?” Josh was happy at his school, he had a couple of little friends, and was enjoying playing mini basketball with them in every possible break. It didn’t help he was the shortest amongst his friends, he still had fun.<br /><br />“Derek told me some stuff and I told him it wasn’t true but he said he’d read it.”<br /><br />“What about?”<br /><br />“You, and being momosecshal.”<br /><br />“Homosexual,” Jayden corrected instinctively.<br /><br />“Yeah that.”<br /><br />“What did he say?”<br /><br /><a name="more"></a><br /><br />“That the bible said you shouldn’t be wanting to kiss another boy and that if I ever tried to kiss him he would thump me.”<br /><br />Ah. So it happened. Jayden wasn’t in the closet but he didn’t make a song and dance about his sexuality either. Josh had met his last boyfriend, Mark, and they’d got along and Josh hadn’t said anything that suggested he thought it was odd, or different. So, Josh was six, what would Jayden need to say to this one?<br /><br />“Some people think that,” he began diplomatically.<br /><br />“Bigots,” Kirsten interrupted.<br /><br />While he loved that Kirsten was so at ease with the world it probably wasn’t the right word to try and explain to Josh how people could be. Jayden shot her a look encouraging her not to say anything else. She very deliberately put the buds of her MP3 headphones in her ear and pointedly looked away.<br /><br />He continued, “Anyway, some people think that, but I don’t agree. I think God wants you to love who you love.”<br /><br />“So if you loved a woman, that would be okay with you?” Josh asked curiously.<br /><br />“If that happened,” Jayden said. When hell froze over. “It’s not going to happen though. I like men.”<br /><br />“I like Melanie in the next class, she smells nice and has really cool lunches. I don’t wanna kiss Derek. He picked his nose in assembly and everyone saw it.” He wrinkled his nose. “So, yeah, can I have more water?”<br /><br />With that the conversation was over. Josh accepted what Jayden said and took it all in his stride. Jayden had to admire the little guy—he was being raised by a goth teenage sister, a depressed mother and a gay uncle.<br /><br />Yay for the American nuclear family.<br /><div><br /></div>

WIP excerpt - Big Sky... Crooked Tree Ranch, Montana book 1

COMPLETELY UNEDITED... rofl Problem was tonight even Josh was subdued. He picked at his spaghetti and pulled it apart on his plate. “What’s ...

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The Doctor and the Bad Boy

<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLVD_codlQAMUvNy9v3ecFL5Tss2EXMTxUd1rjLaxRTqY_jopw8rFFCamq1nnM_ocV1-SOoR9f9JDmSMzDukJnZ8lP7Jqz7Kzd-Fm_moEkLJZncOFgljZr2M6CZ6bmkL2IQjJYgEUP3i4/s1600/thedoctorandthebadboy_800.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLVD_codlQAMUvNy9v3ecFL5Tss2EXMTxUd1rjLaxRTqY_jopw8rFFCamq1nnM_ocV1-SOoR9f9JDmSMzDukJnZ8lP7Jqz7Kzd-Fm_moEkLJZncOFgljZr2M6CZ6bmkL2IQjJYgEUP3i4/s640/thedoctorandthebadboy_800.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Ellery Mountain Series</b></span><br /><br />Book 1 - <a href="http://rjscottauthor.blogspot.co.uk/2013/07/the-fireman-and-cop.html">The Fireman and the Cop</a><br />Book 2 - <a href="http://rjscottauthor.blogspot.co.uk/2012/11/the-school-teacher-and-soldier.html">The Teacher and the Soldier</a><br />Book 3 - <a href="http://rjscottauthor.blogspot.co.uk/2012/12/the-carpenter-and-actor.html">The Carpenter and the Actor</a><br />Book 4 - <b>The Doctor and the Bad Boy</b><br />Book 5 - <a href="http://rjscottauthor.blogspot.co.uk/2013/04/ParamedicWriter.html">The Paramedic and the Writer</a><br />Book 6 - <a href="http://rjscottauthor.blogspot.co.uk/2013/05/the-barman-seal.html">The Barman and the SEAL</a><br />Book 7 - The Agent and the Model (Coming Soon) <br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b>The Book</b></span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaKacWhteRmUMDpNagkNmLwSPgr-vjhAK9K7pF2nedzfhCw0WM1jjOX5b_oIuoQtedoa3ybHIaE9GFggUXSnWClVefF_1laxu8kf0lngozGu3POpoZYnhyphenhyphenMhUgBtvP1sdvCJwhb2AiiA/s1600/64246_434678613281893_1653726542_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaKacWhteRmUMDpNagkNmLwSPgr-vjhAK9K7pF2nedzfhCw0WM1jjOX5b_oIuoQtedoa3ybHIaE9GFggUXSnWClVefF_1laxu8kf0lngozGu3POpoZYnhyphenhyphenMhUgBtvP1sdvCJwhb2AiiA/s1600/64246_434678613281893_1653726542_n.jpg" /></a>No one has every understood Mitchell Askett. The bad boy. The alcoholic. The loser. Buying into the Ellery Mountain resort and placing down roots in the community for himself, his sister and his niece puts him on the radar of the Fridays and Dr. Liam Wolfe.</div><br /><div>He realises he has friends in his new home that don’t judge him for what happened before and finally begins to escape his past. When he falls hard and fast for the Doctor he even sees a future for him in Ellery.<br /><br />When his new happiness is threatened by family and by disaster he begins to lose faith, until Liam shows him it’s okay to ask for help..<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Buy Links</b></span><br /><div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://www.total-e-bound.com/product.asp?strParents=&CAT_ID=&P_ID=2198" target="_blank">Total E-Bound</a> | <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00E1C8QUE/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=B00E1C8QUE&linkCode=as2&tag=rjsc-20" target="_blank">Amazon (US)</a> | <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B00E1C8QUE/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1634&creative=19450&creativeASIN=B00E1C8QUE&linkCode=as2&tag=rjsc-21" target="_blank">Amazon (UK)</a> | <a href="https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-thrdoctorandthebadboy-1245834-149.html">All Romance</a> | <a href="http://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/Books/the-doctor-and-the-bad-boy" target="_blank">Kobo</a> | <a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-doctor-and-the-bad-boy-rj-scott/1116092433?ean=9781781843772" target="_blank">Barnes and Noble</a> | <a href="https://ebookstore.sony.com/ebook/scott-rj/the-doctor-and-the-bad-boy/_/R-400000000000001083783" target="_blank">Sony</a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Reviews</b></span><br /><br /><a href="http://www.thejeepdiva.com/2013/07/review-the-doctor-and-the-bad-boy-ellery-mountain-4.html"><b>The Jeep Diva</b></a> <b>- 5/5:</b> R.J. Scott gave life to each of the Ellery Mountain books as each dealt with realistic issues that are attainably able to be solved. The Doctor and the Bad Boy delivered tenderheartedness and familial love that spoke of how the world should really be... R.J. Scott wrote a beautiful contemporary romance that never sugar coated the pitfalls of life, but delivered a well- crafted story of acceptance and love.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.rainbowbookreviews.com/book-reviews/the-doctor-and-the-bad-boy-ellery-mountain-4-by-rj-scott-at-total-e-bound"><b>Rainbow Book Reviews</b></a>: If you like romantic love stories filled with wonderful, realistic, unselfish characters, then you will enjoy this book. Thanks, RJ, for another visit to Ellery Mountain and its lovely residents.<br /><br /><b><a href="http://mmgoodbookreviews.wordpress.com/2013/07/26/the-doctor-and-the-bad-boy-by-r-j-scott/">MM Good Book Reviews</a> - 4/5: </b>I say if you love hot men finding love, some angst and drama with problem parents, great friends (who are all hot) and a great new relationship, then you have to read this story.<br /><br /><br /><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwcJAYFw34sZ9MPIa0wTEAGhLH7-EyXBdD1ULpljNtYkf0OOVHha0VVKpJU_KccHFaPYOWBQw3DDLIINUl53ixTXUd9z0HhuAz6xjO3hxO2E6_DOWkprzYBdfpFoDuzkFY9fZRd7UfE5Y/s1600/thedoctorandthebadboy_bs_banner_logo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwcJAYFw34sZ9MPIa0wTEAGhLH7-EyXBdD1ULpljNtYkf0OOVHha0VVKpJU_KccHFaPYOWBQw3DDLIINUl53ixTXUd9z0HhuAz6xjO3hxO2E6_DOWkprzYBdfpFoDuzkFY9fZRd7UfE5Y/s1600/thedoctorandthebadboy_bs_banner_logo.jpg" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Excerpt</b></span><br /><br /><b>Chapter 1</b><br />Mitchell Askett knocked firmly on the door then stepped back. After glancing down at the piece of paper with his hastily scribbled instructions, he again checked the cabin. There was no number on it or sign to indicate this was where Brenda Skylar lived, but the directions had led him this far.<br /><br />"Uncle Mitch," Bobbie called from the car. "It hurts. I feel sicker than before."<br /><a name="more"></a><br /><br />"I’ll be with you in a minute, sweetheart." Mitchell knocked on the door again. If there was no answer, at that point he would skip finding where he was supposed to be staying and meeting the other owners. He’d find the nearest hotel room and get his niece tucked up into bed. Maybe if he was really clever he could locate a shop in Ellery that sold dry crackers, or eggs. He always liked eggs when he had a hangover. Not that twelve-year-old Roberta was facing the awful post-alcoholic binge effects like he did. No, she just seemed to be suffering from car sickness. Or she had a bug. Or something.<br /><br />"I’m gonna be sick," she whined. Mitchell was torn. No one was answering. He should just go and find the hotel, or hell, maybe even a doctor, just to get her checked out.<br /><br />"I’ll be right with you," he called.<br /><br />To be fair, they’d been driving on and off for quite a few hours and their diet had consisted of whatever they could get from gas stations en route. At twelve, he would have jumped at the chance of a road trip fuelled entirely on chocolate and Doritos, but the normally buoyant Bobbie had refused everything he’d offered.<br /><br />The front door finally began to open.<br /><br />"Unca Mi—" he heard, then the sound of a car door opening and retching.<br /><br />Suddenly torn between what he had come here to do and what he needed to do, he threw a hurried "Sorry" to whoever had just answered the door then jumped the steps back down to the car. Sliding to a halt around the passenger side, which faced away from the cabin, he stared in horror for a second. Not only had Bobbie been violently sick, but she was curled in a ball and sobbing.<br /><br />Without further hesitation, Mitchell crouched down next to her and in a smooth move had her up in his arms.<br /><br />"Baby? Are you okay?" Stupid question, but all he wanted was for her to open her eyes.<br /><br />"What’s wrong?" a voice broke through his concern. Holding Bobbie protectively close to him, he swivelled to face the owner of the soft words. A short woman with grey hair and a concerned look on her face stood with her arms outstretched like she wanted to take Bobbie from him. He tightened his grip, only for Bobbie to whimper at the hold.<br /><br />"Does she need a doctor?" the woman asked in a rush.<br /><br />"I don’t know," he said. God, he felt worse than useless. What would Annabelle do? Not that he could remember his sister having to deal with a sick Bobbie, as Bobbie was usually one healthy child.<br /><br />"What’s wrong, sweetie?" She touched Bobbie’s head. "She’s very hot."<br /><br />"She complained of stomach ache, but it’s been getting worse."<br /><br />"Let’s get her to the hospital."<br /><br />Mitchell felt suddenly as sick as his niece. Hospital? That sounded like this was serious. He’d only been responsible for her for two days and he’d already fucked up.<br /><br />"Hospital?" he said.<br /><br />"Our doctors are there—we just need to get her looked at. Wait…" The woman ran up the steps then came back out almost instantly. In her hand she had wipes and some keys. She locked the door behind her then came and climbed into the back seat.<br /><br />"Give her to me," she ordered firmly. "You drive."<br /><br />"I’m not— I don’t…" he stammered. Bobbie was curled up in his arms, then her head lolled back and suddenly Mitchell’s instinct to get things done kicked in. In seconds, he had her laid with her head in the woman’s lap, and he pulled a blanket from behind the seat up and over her.<br /><br />"Where?" he asked quickly. Bobbie was crying quietly and the woman shushed her gently with soft words.<br /><br />"Left out of here and down into Ellery," she said.<br /><br />Forcing the car into gear, Mitchell wheel-spun on the loose gravel and the car lurched as it gripped and surged forward. In a few minutes, he was back at the road. Only when they were on the main route to town did he speak again.<br /><br />"Is she okay?"<br /><br />"She’s very hot, and listless," the woman said.<br /><br />Mitchell realised he couldn’t keep thinking of her as ‘the woman’.<br /><br />"I’m Mitchell Askett. Mitch."<br /><br />"I know who you are, Mr Askett. Brenda Skylar."<br /><br />"The little girl…my niece, Roberta—we call her Bobbie." Or Bobs when she was cute, or Roberta Jane when she caused mischief.<br /><br />Brenda had a cellphone in her hand, talking to someone, possibly the hospital, but Mitch had to watch the road. He came to a three-way stop and for a moment was confused, then realised which way he needed to go. Down. Into town. Where was the hospital? The last time he’d been in Ellery, he was only twelve or so, the same age as Bobbie. All he remembered was that the limousine he had been riding in had a mini bar and that he’d had his first taste of brandy. It hadn’t made him sick but it had taken the edges off the anxiety inside him.<br /><br />They hit town and he spotted the sign for hospital and in no time at all he was pulling up at the Emergency Room door. Maybe the doctor would be elsewhere, but Bobbie was shaking and crying and in pain. The ER was certainly the place to take her. He threw the car into park, jumped out and pulled Bobbie into his arms. She reached a hand up around his neck and gripped hard to his long hair. Just like she used to when she was a baby. Compassion, love and fear warred for dominance. A small group of people waited at the entrance, but Mitch saw none of it. Someone took Bobbie from him and in the next instant she was on a gurney and all Mitch could hear was shouted words like ‘ultrasound’ and ‘emergency’. He ran in after them, then stopped at the glass internal doors beyond which he could see two women and a man checking Bobbie out.<br /><br />"What is it?" he asked. He was so scared he could feel the acid of it eating away at him. He’d made Annabelle let him have her. He’d forced his sister to think Bobbie would be best off with him in Ellery while she was at her lowest point. And now Bobbie was in there, unconscious. Was she dying? What had he done?<br /><br />"Come and sit down," Brenda said gently. She had her hand on his arm and pulled him away, but he shook it off and refused to move. "I think it may be appendicitis," she said.<br /><br />Horror gripped Mitch. He’d read about that, seen it on TV shows, where being sick all of a sudden turned into a fight for life and poisoning in the body.<br /><br />"Fuck," he cursed. "No."<br /><br />"She’s in good hands," Brenda said firmly. "Doctor Wolfe and Jamie have it under control."<br /><br />The names were a blur—all he could see was his flesh and blood lying so still beyond the glass door.<br /><br />"Sir? Did you understand me? Can you sign consent?" someone asked. "Are you her father? Hello? Sir?"<br /><br />Mitch met green eyes that held so much compassion that it made his heart ache.<br /><br />"Uncle," he managed.<br /><br />"Can you sign for us to operate?" The green-eyed guy looked determined. What was he asking? What was Mitchell going to be signing?<br /><br />"Operate?"<br /><br />"Your niece has appendicitis, she’ll need to have it removed," Green-Eyes said patiently. He didn’t seem at all pissed off that Mitch had clearly not heard a word of what he guessed had been a lengthy explanation. Mitch glanced down at the guy’s badge. Paramedic. Jamie Llewellyn. Paramedics knew what they were doing. He should trust this Jamie.<br /><br />He signed consent where he was told and without another word Jamie moved back into the room where Bobbie lay. The other man in there looked up and over at Mitch and nodded. Then in a flurry of movement the two men disappeared out of another door with two nurses trailing them until all that Mitch was looking at was an empty room. Left suddenly bereft, he slumped and rested his head on the glass. What the holy hell had just happened?<br /><br />"She didn’t want her Doritos," he murmured. "I should have known. She never turns them down."<br /><br />Brenda pulled him gently and this time he allowed himself to be led until he could feel a chair at the backs of his knees and in one loud exhalation of breath he fell into the chair. He winced as the set of three joined plastic torture devices shifted under his sudden fall.<br /><br />Brenda sat next to him. "Do you want to call someone? The girl’s mother…your sister or sister-in-law?"<br /><br />Mitchell shook his head. They’d get a call in to his sister if it was an emergency, and God, this probably qualified on all levels. But putting a call in to the rehab switchboard didn’t mean she would take it, or if she would actually care at this moment in time. Depended on where in her cycle of depression she was—and two days ago she hadn’t looked good at all.<br /><br />"I’m Roberta’s guardian," Mitchell lied. He wasn’t officially a guardian in the eyes of the law. He was, however, Bobbie’s uncle—that had to count for something. He’d deal with the fallout later, but right now the last thing he needed was any kind of legal problems… Or, worse, for his parents to find out what he had done. They didn’t even know Annabelle was sick again, let alone that he had taken it upon himself to remove Bobbie from all the crap she was in the middle of.<br /><br />"Can I get you anything?"<br /><br />Mitchell blinked at her and shook his head. He felt spaced out and lightheaded. What I wouldn’t give for a Jack Daniel’s at this very moment. Something to settle me so I can think. Fuck. That thought had crept up on him. Cricking his neck, he stood.<br /><br />"I need to move the car," he said. "I’m blocking the entrance for emergencies."<br /><br />"I’m sure it will be fine, we don’t get a lot of them."<br /><br />Mitchell looked up to see Jamie standing in front of him.<br /><br />"Why aren’t you in with Bobbie?" Mitchell snapped the question. In small towns it was all hands on deck, right? If Jamie was a trained paramedic then he should be in there with Bobbie.<br /><br />"She’ll be fine," Jamie said softly. He had taken a step away and Mitchell wondered how much temper and anxiety he was carrying in his expression.<br /><br />Mitchell held out a hand to shake and Jamie accepted it. "Sorry, man," Mitch offered in apology. He needed to keep his infamous temper in check if he had a hope in hell of pulling off being a responsible guardian. May as well start with someone who was a damned expert who could help Bobbie.<br /><br />"No worries," Jamie replied with an understanding smile. "It’s only my third day here but I’ve known Doc Wolfe for years. Your daughter is being looked after by the best there is."<br /><br />"Niece," Mitchell corrected.<br /><br />"Niece. Anyway, as I was saying, emergencies aren’t as frequent here as they are in Knoxville. If you want, I’ll take your keys and move the car just in case, then come back and explain what’s happening."<br /><br />Mitchell didn’t argue. He handed over his keys and took the proffered coffee that Brenda returned with. He must have been in major panic shutdown mode to have not even seen her leave. He sipped at the disgusting black fluid but savoured the caffeine as it hit his system. Brenda didn’t talk at all and Mitchell welcomed the silence. He internalised his worry and all the random thoughts shooting through his head at this point.<br /><br />"All done. I put it out front in visitor parking." Jamie handed him the keys. "So. From what I saw it is appendicitis. Has she been poorly for long?"<br /><br />"She’s been off her food for a few days." Ever since I had her mom committed then dragged Bobbie on this insane journey to a new future. "She said she had tummy ache, and I asked her where the pain was, but she said it was all over, so I didn’t even consider appendicitis. Then on the journey here she was sick at the last gas station, then again outside the car when we got to Ellery. When I picked her up she was so hot. I didn’t notice before. I just assumed…" I should have noticed.<br /><br />"Don’t beat yourself up on that," Jamie offered quietly. "As parents, or uncles, we’re not infallible."<br /><br />"What are they doing to her now?"<br /><br />"I imagine they’re carrying out an appendectomy. I won’t bore you, but if appendicitis is the diagnosis then the appendix will need to come out."<br /><br />"What else could it be?"<br /><br />"I am fairly sure it’s appendicitis, but Doc will let you know when he’s done. They will want to get it out to avoid perforation, which can lead to an abscess or possible diffuse peritonitis."<br /><br />Mitch buried his head in his hands. None of that sounded good. "Fuck."<br /><br />"I’ll be at the emergency station, but if you come with me I’ll show you to the family room where you can wait."<br /><br />"Do you want me to come with you?" Brenda asked. Mitch glanced at her. A stranger by all accounts. He didn’t need anyone else in the room with him. He had plenty of ghosts in his past that provided all kinds of weird company in his head.<br /><br />"I’ll be fine," he began. "I need to come and find you again after…"<br /><br />"When you’re ready," she said. "I’ll check back later." She patted him on the shoulder then, with a smile and a goodbye for Jamie, she left.<br /><br />"This way," Jamie encouraged. In a daze Mitch followed and listened to words explaining where coffee was, where a phone was, even how long this could all potentially take. He left as well and Mitchell was suddenly in blissful peace in a silent, empty room. The walls painted a bright cheerful yellow were probably supposed to counteract the miserable colours in his thoughts. It didn’t work. Nor did the magazines that were all at least three months old. He picked up a copy of National Geographic and stared at the cover, which showed some kind of ancient temple against a blue sky. How long he focused on that he didn’t know but it was his cellphone vibrating in his pocket that snapped him back to the here and now.<br /><br />He checked the screen. Mom. That call he could ignore. She was used to that and he’d hate to disappoint her any more than he did already. There is no way she could know about Annabelle yet—he considered he had a couple of weeks before anyone would find out. The summer break was nearly over and, of course, Bobbie’s old school would query it when Bobbie didn’t turn up for her first day in the new school year. Given it was his mom that paid the other school, she would probably be contacted and informed. That would be the day Mitchell had to begin fighting to keep Bobbie with him until Annabelle was better.<br /><br />He stuffed the phone back in his pocket and slumped back in the chair. His hair had come loose from the tie it had been in when Bobbie had tugged at it and he cursed when the end of the length dipped into his cold coffee. The door marked 'Bathroom' was only a few steps away, but he hesitated to go out of the main room just in case someone came to find him. He pushed his hands into his jeans pockets, hoping to hell he could find a tie, or anything. Hell, he’d go with an elastic band at this point. The feel of soft leather against his fingers was a relief and he pulled out the length that had snapped last week.<br /><br />It took a few tries but eventually he had the hair pulled back from his face and tied with the strangely knotted twist of leather. The weight of it away from his neck was a sudden feeling of freedom. He stood up and under the air con until he was cooler. Then he sat. Then he stood. Then he just did what came best to him. He paced from one side of the room to the other and repeated every curse word he knew.<br /><br /></div></div>

The Doctor and the Bad Boy

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Author Interview - N. Wood

<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-BRkXnXLaw6ylYNGOnnMs6vYvjdmaJUbWgHBULKQk1lvvKcDbGOlYa37O1tfpIeZRTxaZWhGTJabaHo1V95dQwiQvdJMQN6t7koZDwcimFMUgcYCvRAs8-iQu2qZ5wMGMt91yJ7qBGg/s1600/18216549.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-BRkXnXLaw6ylYNGOnnMs6vYvjdmaJUbWgHBULKQk1lvvKcDbGOlYa37O1tfpIeZRTxaZWhGTJabaHo1V95dQwiQvdJMQN6t7koZDwcimFMUgcYCvRAs8-iQu2qZ5wMGMt91yJ7qBGg/s400/18216549.jpg" width="250" /></a></div><b>What inspires you?</b><br />Pretty much anything fills me with inspiration for a new story. I could be driving along and the lyrics of a song give me a full story idea. Or I could be sitting on the beach with my dogs and something completely un-beach related will pop into my mind. I once gained a story idea on a night I was driving in the dark and ran over a wild rabbit - that book will be published next year LOL.<br /><br /><b>Favourite position in your books you've always wanted to try?</b><br />*Nips lip* Hope my mom doesn't read this, but I once wrote two of my characters getting it on on the back of a motorbike. That was...um...interesting.<br /><br /><b>How do you manage to come up with such detailed backgrounds, not just the characters, but the worlds too?</b><br /><br />With my more recent books, I base them around where I live in Cornwall, UK. I've been to all the beaches I mention in my work, the towns and the one city also, (since Cornwall only has one city). Even if my character is driving down a road that I drive regularly, I detail what's around and where the road bends, that kind of thing to make it all perfect.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">*****</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><b>Blurb</b><br /><div><br /></div><div>When it comes to the summer holidays, fireman Lance McCarthy can think of only one place he wants to spend his time away from work. Compared to the miserable city of Glasgow, a week on the third largest of the sunny Balearic Islands sounds like paradise.<br /><br />However, when he chose Ibiza as his destination, he didn't expect to bump into Malachy Walsh; an Irish man dressed in blue striped pyjamas. <br /><br />La Cala is an erotic short story that may well bring a smile to your face and a tear to your eye.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">*****</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br />Buy link: <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/La-Cala-ebook/dp/B00CPSGIJC/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1371065256&sr=8-1&keywords=la+cala+n.+wood" target="_blank">here</a><br />Facebook: <a href="http://www.facebook.com/NWoodstories">here</a><br />Blog: <a href="http://nwoodstories.blogspot.co.uk/">here</a><br />Twitter: <a href="http://www.twitter.com/WhitlockWood">here</a><br />Goodreads: <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18216549-la-cala">here</a> <i>(Signed paperback giveaway on until August 3rd)</i><br /><div><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;">******</div>

Author Interview - N. Wood

What inspires you? Pretty much anything fills me with inspiration for a new story. I could be driving along and the lyrics of a song give me...

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RJ Scott - Preparing a document for Smashwords

I thought I would just list the types of things i do to a file before I submit it to Smashwords. I use Smashwords because they upload to Barnes & Noble, Kobo, Apple... etc<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKJwuDbK1H6-2BZ22LAp7_Q50jy1FnqnMY5exYA7dRXFTIAo_l12TU3S3yKfiswHxUZxbGf7KSkg-QSO1FgYHcv-Zz6XaWlbSH0TDRK1Zqk9iWAWzUwU21Z8MS8XB56vjkL9X3RQ8KCK4/s1600/Image1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKJwuDbK1H6-2BZ22LAp7_Q50jy1FnqnMY5exYA7dRXFTIAo_l12TU3S3yKfiswHxUZxbGf7KSkg-QSO1FgYHcv-Zz6XaWlbSH0TDRK1Zqk9iWAWzUwU21Z8MS8XB56vjkL9X3RQ8KCK4/s1600/Image1.jpg" /></a></div><br /><b>For an example file for layout please click here... <a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?wcqtvwe6sa2i14s">http://www.mediafire.com/?wcqtvwe6sa2i14s</a></b><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKJwuDbK1H6-2BZ22LAp7_Q50jy1FnqnMY5exYA7dRXFTIAo_l12TU3S3yKfiswHxUZxbGf7KSkg-QSO1FgYHcv-Zz6XaWlbSH0TDRK1Zqk9iWAWzUwU21Z8MS8XB56vjkL9X3RQ8KCK4/s1600/Image1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKJwuDbK1H6-2BZ22LAp7_Q50jy1FnqnMY5exYA7dRXFTIAo_l12TU3S3yKfiswHxUZxbGf7KSkg-QSO1FgYHcv-Zz6XaWlbSH0TDRK1Zqk9iWAWzUwU21Z8MS8XB56vjkL9X3RQ8KCK4/s1600/Image1.jpg" /></a></div><br />They have a long list of things that the author needs to do and you will sometimes see <b>AutoVetter</b> errors. The most common AutoVetter error is not having *Smashwords Edition* in the copyright part... simple I know!<br /><br />So here is how I prepare a document for uploading to Smashwords.<br /><br />[NOTE - I use the same file to create my Kindle, ePub and PDF files in Calibre]<br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Make sure you use H1 and Normal as you write.</b></span><br /><br />Normal is what your main writing will be. You can set the attributes of Normal very simply. Get a paragraph looking how you want it to, with the right font, font size, indents, line spacing and paragraph sizing  then simply highlight a row of writing and right click on Normal and you will see the selection 'Update Normal to match selection'.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF8H7WukClB40g-3LbRPC5gWIujd4aKfKdh7Fp7pS1q8ahewMHwCDLUs_Foiu9N1MFHmF8McceOl3MM2SCO1wyW69UMgGPLLItGmLBj7KEAMjpxKt2euOd-kCc3XzV6bAeTBgmzWKJdtw/s1600/1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF8H7WukClB40g-3LbRPC5gWIujd4aKfKdh7Fp7pS1q8ahewMHwCDLUs_Foiu9N1MFHmF8McceOl3MM2SCO1wyW69UMgGPLLItGmLBj7KEAMjpxKt2euOd-kCc3XzV6bAeTBgmzWKJdtw/s1600/1.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><a name="more"></a>Each chapter heading should be made H1. This is used by Smashwords to indicate a new page in your book.<br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Create a Contents Page</b></span><br /><br /><span style="color: red;"><b>WARNING - do not use Word tools to auto create this. You must do the following:</b></span><br /><br />Create a bookmark just before the word Chapter on each of your chapter headings<br />Type a list on your contents page of your chapters<br /><br /><span style="color: red;"><b>WARNING - make sure you have a space after the chapter number, this stops strange code appearing in your converted files</b>.</span><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVv2xXfMnzvpESz3Ip-13haJxY_IrQWVejcTcOThwIptiGd5ziCy32dHrqIhN-I-LchSfFlKtiGUDWlUUvUE1sRfDIkLIVI9uxw-hOO0HgBEZd4roDag1640n8OfPLNXrZC5_vbBCFVMc/s1600/2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVv2xXfMnzvpESz3Ip-13haJxY_IrQWVejcTcOThwIptiGd5ziCy32dHrqIhN-I-LchSfFlKtiGUDWlUUvUE1sRfDIkLIVI9uxw-hOO0HgBEZd4roDag1640n8OfPLNXrZC5_vbBCFVMc/s1600/2.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Use Hyperlinks to link each of these to the correct chapter bookmarks.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">A useful video of how to do this in Word 2010 is here: <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oNPGVgwGnN4">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oNPGVgwGnN4</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Lastly the following needs to be on page 1. </b></span><br /><br />No fancy writing, no images, nothing, just the following: [] indicates font format of the line<br /><br />Title of book [H1]<br /><div>Series Name [Normal]<br /><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">Author [Normal]<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">Smashwords Edition<o:p></o:p></span> [Normal]</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">Edition XX Copyright 20XX Author Name<o:p></o:p></span> [Normal]</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">Previous Edition details Copyright 20XX Author Name<o:p></o:p></span> [Normal]</div><br /><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">Cover Art - Artist Name</span> [Normal]</div><div class="MsoNormal">Editing - Editors Name</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">So for example:</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="diane"><span lang="EN-GB"><b>Still Waters </b><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="diane"><span lang="EN-GB">Sanctuary 4<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="diane"><span lang="EN-GB">RJ Scott<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="diane"><span lang="EN-GB">Copyright 2012 by RJ Scott<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="diane"><span lang="EN-GB">This edition May 2013<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="diane"><span lang="EN-GB">Cover design by BitterGrace Art<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"></div><div class="diane"><span lang="EN-GB">Edited by Editors Name<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="diane"><span lang="EN-GB"><br /></span></div><div class="diane"><span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Do not mix</b></span></span></div><div class="diane"><span lang="EN-GB"><br /></span></div><div class="diane"><span lang="EN-GB">Indents on line one in paragraphs AND setting spaces before and after paragraphs are not accepted by Smashwords.</span></div><div class="diane"><span lang="EN-GB"><br /></span></div><div class="diane"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>In conclusion</b></span></div><div class="diane"><br /></div><div class="diane">I am not saying this is a definitive way BUT it works for me and I have all my books in the Smashwords Premium catalogue feeding to B&N, Kobo, Apple etc.</div><br /><br /></div>

RJ Scott - Preparing a document for Smashwords

I thought I would just list the types of things i do to a file before I submit it to Smashwords. I use Smashwords because they upload to Bar...

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Crooked Tree Ranch, Montana - Book 1 - Big Sky

<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfAPG9ig-EcYWuyn4KnEQwCoAN7HBCoaRUHmaUt7BZmGjNKE_c72qkhEyNqb2TRkWgxN9goWZe4fYT-uOa_Ak2ovmlq1-ylUMxwf6oifHG-stmIBW1wSX0-Wl2Zu7ZS2nX0Wb4zMiIMlg/s1600/bigstock-Cowboy-Silhouette-2351852.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfAPG9ig-EcYWuyn4KnEQwCoAN7HBCoaRUHmaUt7BZmGjNKE_c72qkhEyNqb2TRkWgxN9goWZe4fYT-uOa_Ak2ovmlq1-ylUMxwf6oifHG-stmIBW1wSX0-Wl2Zu7ZS2nX0Wb4zMiIMlg/s400/bigstock-Cowboy-Silhouette-2351852.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div>Book 1 in the <b>Crooked Tree Ranch, Montana</b> series</div><div><br /></div><div><i>Series written for Total E-Bound</i></div><div><br /></div>On the spur of the moment with his life collapsing around him Jayden Sullivan answers an ad for a marketing expert on a dude ranch in Jedburgh, Montana.<br /><br />With his sister, Ashley, niece, Kirsten and nephew, Josh, in tow, he moves lock stock and barrel from New York to Montana to start a new life on Crooked Tree Ranch.<br /><br /><div>Foreman and part owner of the ranch, ex rodeo star Nathaniel 'Nate' Todd has been running the dude ranch, for five years ever since his mentor Marcus Allen became ill. His brothers convince him that he needs to get an expert in to help the business grow. He knows things have to change and but when the new guy turns up, with a troubled family in tow - he just isn't prepared for how much.<br /><br /><b>Dates for publishing:</b><br /><br />Crooked Tree Ranch, Montana #1 'Untitled' - <a href="http://www.total-e-bound.com/authordetail.asp?A_ID=272" target="_blank">Total E-Bound VIP</a> (4 October)<br />Crooked Tree Ranch, Montana #2 'Untitled' - <a href="http://www.total-e-bound.com/authordetail.asp?A_ID=272" target="_blank">Total E-Bound VIP</a> (27 December)<br />Crooked Tree Ranch, Montana #3 'Untitled' - <a href="http://www.total-e-bound.com/authordetail.asp?A_ID=272" target="_blank">Total E-Bound VIP</a> (21 March)</div>

Crooked Tree Ranch, Montana - Book 1 - Big Sky

Book 1 in the Crooked Tree Ranch, Montana series Series written for Total E-Bound On the spur of the moment with his life collapsing around...

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