Book Name: Whispers of Home
Number: Book one.
Author Name: April Kelley
Born and raised in Southwest Michigan, April lives with her husband and two kids. She has been an avid reader for several years. Writing her first story at the age of ten, the characters in her head still won’t stop telling their stories. If April isn’t reading or writing she can be found outside playing with a farm full of animals or taking a long walk in the woods.
Q&A with April
Q: Ok…Pickleville is an interesting town name. Where did you get that name? Is there a town that was the inspiration for this town?
A: I picked Pickleville because it sounds whimsical and funny. While most of the stories in this series have some serious subject matter, some of the people in the town are just funny to me. I wanted to name the town something that captured the character’s silliness.
At first, I didn’t model the town after any real place. It’s completely made up in my own imagination.
Q: Which of your characters is your favorite? Which was the most challenging to write?
A: Brad Flynn his my favorite because he’s more complex than other characters I’ve written. In book one he takes on the bad guy persona but by book two we start to understand why he acts the way he does. I can’t more than that without giving to much away but I will say his story is in book four.
The most challenging character to write is Neil, a farm hand at the Heath farm. He has some sort of brain trauma that leaves him challenged in a lot of areas in his life. I had to make sure I was constantly in his head when I wrote from his POV because he was so unique.
Q: Who is a must read author for you?
A: Charlie Richards all the way. She is such a great storyteller that lets me escape while I read her books.
Q: Do you have any works in progress you want to share with us?
A: I have a new series I’m working on right now called Lakehouse Security. Book One will be out May 1st. The series is about these four brothers who own a security company. They’re hired to find these missing men who get kidnapped by a cult. Needless to say the brothers are all really hot, so it’s fun to write so far.
Q: What is your favorite place to write and time of day are you most productive?
A: I’m most productive in the morning. My favorite place to write is this next to this little pond a short walk from my house. Very pretty in the spring, summer, and fall. Winter not so much.
Where to find the author:
If you wish to contact her please email mailto:[email protected].
You can also find her on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/april.ott.12?fref=ts
Publisher: eXtasy Books
Cover Artist: Carmen Waters
All Jaron McAllister wanted to do was get out of the small town where he grew up. After being bullied all his life for being gay, that’s exactly what he does. He loses all contact with everyone in the town of Pickleville, including his emotionally distant mother and the only true friend he ever had.
When his best friend and mother of the child they share, get murdered he knows he must ask for help in the one place he thought he would never go back to. Coming back home isn’t easy and finding himself attracted to the town man-slut spells disaster. Travis Heath isn’t at all what his reputation suggests though.
Categories: Contemporary, Erotica, Gay Fiction, M/M Romance
Jaron looked through the window of the diner from across the street. His mother’s hands gripped a mug, probably full of coffee. Jaron thought he was meeting Brian but apparently Brian had other plans. Brian always did think he knew best, the bastard. Jaron was fully aware his oldest friend had set this up, probably getting in touch with Gloria McAllister right after Jaron had called the first time, telling her when Jaron would be here. Brian had never understood that the relationship Jaron and Gloria had wasn’t like the relationship Brian had with his own father.
Looking at his mom through the glass was like watching a movie of her. He had never felt the connection with his mom that he thought he should, even as a small child. Maybe that had been his fault. That he wasn’t quite what she wanted in a son and therefore kept just enough distance to make it seem like miles. Which was why he was confused she had come instead of Brian.
When he was eighteen years old he had thought he left because of a burning desire to fit in somewhere, because he certainly hadn’t fit in very well in Pickleville. He needed that connection to another human being, that knowing he was so important to another human being they just couldn’t live without him. Ironically, it was a five year old boy he felt unconditionally connected too. Now that he knew the unconditional love a parent felt for their child, he wondered at his mother’s parental instincts.
He stood on the sidewalk in front of what used to be a place called the Hobbyist’s Dream but was now an Asian market. He noticed the place was empty when he had arrived but his back was turned now, his complete attention on the woman in the window. He thought the Asian place probably wouldn’t have lasted long back in the day. Who knows now? The diner was the only one in town, or was until they put in a McDonald’s by the highway. Jaron hadn’t realized that things in this town could change until the bus passed by the fast food restaurant. Somehow he expected everything to be the same, as if time would stand still just because he didn’t feel any different now that he was here.
Standing here, he felt that maybe he left to put the physical miles between himself and the only parent he had ever known. He had never fit in with her either.
He felt a tug on his hand and looked down at sweet blue eyes. This small boy was as dependent on the next few minutes and the woman in the window as he was. “I’m thirsty,” Bobby said, around the thumb in his mouth.
“Me too. Let’s go.” Jaron stepped off the curb and onto the street, gripping onto Bobby’s hand just a little tighter, pausing for a car, and then continuing until he came within inches of his mother, the glass the only barrier now. She looked directly at him, showing more emotion in those few seconds than he had ever seen from her during his entire childhood. He looked away and walked through the door of the restaurant.
Pages or Words: 44,597 words
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