Alyssa, thank you for the opportunity to guest
blog on your space!
Before I go on with my new book, Release Me from Evernight Publishing, I want
to talk a bit about my friend who first introduced me to the reading world. We
were friends at the elementary school. We and another friend always played
together when we were on grades 1 to 3. (I moved out of town on grade 4.) We
often went to each other’s house to play and when I went to her house one day,
she showed me a red velvet treasure box (with a key!) She opened it and I was,
like, ooh! It wasn’t gold or silver or toys or dolls inside it. No. They were
books! I don’t remember all of their
titles but if I’m not mistaken most of them were books by Enid Blyton, such as
Famous Five, Secret Seven, and Malory Towers. I fell in love immediately with
the Famous Five and begged my mom to buy me the complete series. I guess those
books really made me love reading so much, and end up with writing as well. I
owe my friend for that!
Blurb:
Taking
a break from dealing with his father’s clients on legal matters, Nicholas
Haynes went out to the sea on his yacht—only to find a man floating in the
water. The man was still alive, much to Nicholas’s relief.
Gregory
Phillips was a private investigator and his last job almost turned him into
fish food if not for Nicholas. Little did he know that the main suspect in his
case was one of Nicholas’ father’s clients. When Nicholas insisted on taking
care of Gregory after the incident that almost killed him, can he trust
Nicholas enough with his life?
Excerpts:
Stanley Haynes threw the newspaper, and it
landed with a slap on Nicholas's plate. The headlines blared at Nicholas as
though his father had shouted at him.
Heir to US Banking Chain Wedded?
"You ever plan to tell us about this,
Nicholas?"
Nicholas glanced briefly at his mother sitting
across from him, but she kept stirring the cooling coffee in her cup. Nicholas
could see a smile flicker in her eyes. He shrugged.
“Come on, Dad. You know it was impossible for me
to talk about it before everything was done.”
“Are you saying you don’t trust me, or your
mom—” Stanley threw a glance at his wife, and his eyes widened. “You knew about this?”
She threw her hands up.
“God, no, honey. I wouldn’t lie to you.”
“All right, all right.” Stanley took a deep
breath, trying to calm himself. “Is it that Phillips guy?”
“Of course. Who else?” Nicholas grinned.
His mother went back to stirring her coffee. Her
voice was calm when she asked, “When was it, Nicholas? How come both of us
didn’t know anything about it?”
“A moment after Greg was released from the
hospital.”
“Wow. That fast?”
Nicholas chuckled. “Yeah. Now you can’t accuse
me of being a playboy anymore.”
“That’s good, dear.” His mother took his hand,
and Nicholas squeezed hers gently. “So those journalists—they just found out
the other day?”
“They’ve just seen this ring, that’s all.”
Nicholas lifted his left hand and eyed the simple platinum band around his ring
finger. Gregory had exactly the same
kind of ring around his finger.
****
A
month earlier
It was the lulling sounds of the waves and the
gentle breeze above the vast, boundless ocean that Nicholas loved most. He
could spend days, even weeks, drifting seemingly without any course and purpose
on his boat, all by himself. After months dealing with his father’s clients
about legal matters, he was always desperate for some time alone. Sometimes he
just couldn’t understand why he had to work twice as hard as the other
employees in his father’s bank when he was his only son. However, most of the
time, he just couldn’t see it any other way. His father was not the type to
want to spoil his family. Everyone had to earn what life had given to them.
Nobody was allowed to simply ask and receive.
Today, though, he ended up not alone.
BUY LINK:
A little about me:
Hi!
I'm Iyana Jenna and you can call me Iyana. I like writing, romance,
and man love so as you can see on this site, you're mostly going to find m/m
stories whether they are for adults or young adults. They are not going to be
too heavy on explicit sex, though, as many say that my stories are considered sweet romance.
When I don't write, I teach English to children, teens, and adults.
I also work in the curriculum and materials department in an institution. Among
my responsibilities are writing books and tests.
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