Title:
Godsend
Author:
Sloan Johnson
Genre:
Adult, Gay Romance
Release
Date: February 4, 2015
You can’t choose who you fall in love with. Despite knowing from a
young age that he was gay, Scott Murphy couldn’t imagine life without Shelly.
He threw away the labels and had eleven amazing years with her, but now, he
feels even more lost trying to figure out how to move on after Shelly’s death.
After nearly a year of watching Scott fade away, Shelly’s father forces him to
start living again.
As much as Chris loathes the idea of attending a bereavement group
week after week, it’s one of the only places he can go in this town, other than
the bar, to not feel so alone. When there’s nothing to distract him or dull his
senses, he spends too much time obsessing over how he should have been able to
help his sister. When Scott shows up at his group session, Chris decides that
maybe some good can come out of his sister’s death.
There’s no denying that Chris is the first man to catch Scott’s
attention in a long time, but how can he move on when just thinking of Shelly
sends him to his dark place?
The road to recovery won’t be an easy one, but Chris is determined
to help Scott see that life is still worth living. But before Scott can allow
himself to admit what he feels for Chris, he knows he has to reveal the full
truth about Shelly’s death.
I promised Ma that I wouldn’t drink my dinner every night, but some
days, it’s impossible to keep that promise. I tell myself that it’s different
on days like today because I’m not drinking to forget how much I miss Jill, I’m
drinking to forget how miserable some people choose to make one another. Today,
I just about lost it and told one couple that there’s no point in them even
trying to get along. Unfortunately, my partner frowns upon me telling couples
that sometimes two people just aren’t meant to be together, as was this case
with this pair.
It takes a minute for my eyes to adjust to the dark atmosphere of
Brewster’s after walking around for thirty minutes trying to tell myself I
didn’t need a drink. I find an empty seat at the end of the bar and signal the
bartender for my usual. Okay, so maybe Ma had a point since he simply nods and
has a tall whiskey sour sitting in front of me in less than a minute.
I look around, the same way I do every night, wondering if this town
will ever start to feel like home. It’s a nice enough place, but there’s a
definite divide between those who are from here and those who move here at some
point in their lives.
I sit a bit straighter when I see Scott, the quiet, broody guy from
group, sitting at one of the high top tables in the center of the room. He
looks absolutely miserable. When I catch a glimpse of his date for the evening,
Adrian the annoying twink who thinks he’s God’s gift to all gay men in town,
the annoyance radiating off Scott is understandable.
I nurse the first drink, rather than down it as quickly as possible.
I’ve wanted to talk to Scott the past few weeks, but he’s ducked out as soon as
the official meeting ends, even though Jim hangs around for a while. I’ve
considered following him when he leaves, to see if I can talk to him, but then
I tell myself that he must have his reasons for not wanting to deal with people
and I have to respect that.
I feel like a creep, watching Adrian and Scott eating dinner, but I
can’t help it. A few times, I’ve thought Scott was checking me out the same way
I have been him and this is the first confirmation I have that I might be
right. Scott excuses himself from the table and Adrian reaches out for him as
he walks away. I laugh when Scott practically jumps back to keep from being
part of an awkward and unwelcome embrace.
Once he’s in the restroom, I order another drink before putting a
five-dollar bill in the jukebox. I don’t give a shit about the music, but it’s
the closest I can get to Scott without following him into the bathroom, which
is a level of creepy that I can’t imagine stooping to.
Sloan Johnson is a big city girl trapped in a country girl’s life.
While she longs for the hustle and bustle of New York City or Las Vegas, she
hasn’t yet figured out how to sit on the deck with her morning coffee, watching
the deer and wild turkeys in the fields while surrounded by concrete and
glass.
When she was three, her parents received their first call from the
principal asking them to pick her up from school. Apparently, if you aren’t
enrolled, you can’t attend classes, even in Kindergarten. The next week, she
was in preschool and started plotting her first story soon after.
Later in life, her parents needed to do something to help their
socially awkward, uncoordinated child come out of her shell and figured there
was no better place than a bar on Wednesday nights. It’s a good thing they did
because this is where she found her love of reading and writing. Who needs
socialization when you can sit alone in your bedroom with a good
book?
Now, Sloan is a tattooed mom with a mohawk and two kids. She’s been
kicked out of the PTA in two school districts and is no longer asked to help
with fundraisers because she’s been known to lose herself with a good book and
forget she has somewhere to be.
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