Crossroads: a point at which a crucial decision must be made that will have far-reaching consequences
Clete Deveraux is a little old Southern boy a long way from
home, drifting the highways with his abusive boyfriend, Vern. Tal Clark is
newly graduated from the University of Missouri in Columbia, but his plans for
a carefree summer have just been derailed and he’s not sure what he’s going to
do.
Things happen for a
reason…
Clete and Tal’s lives intersect at a rest stop in central
Missouri, but sometimes first impressions aren’t the best. And finding the
right path isn’t always easy.
Clete and Tal have reached a crossroads… and now they have
to decide which way they want to go. And who they want to go with.
Excerpt:
As he rounded the corner, he stopped dead in his tracks, his
thought not only unfinished, but completely slammed from his head by the sight
before him. A figure stood in front of one of the vending machines, slender
legs encased in tight blue jeans that led to the most gorgeous ass Tal thought
he’d ever seen in his life, a notion that was seconded by his dick, which twitched
its agreement.
Genie who?
The girl had fine blonde hair, so pale it seemed almost
white, but maybe that was just due to the harshness of the lights. Tal’s heart
was beating a staccato tattoo inside his chest at the way she shifted her
weight from one leg to the next. His imagination began to run rampant, as he
pictured himself placing his hands on those dainty hips, drawing her to him as
he nibbled on her neck. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this
turned on. A little voice inside his head rejoiced. Genie was wrong—he wasn’t
what she’d said he was, and this was proof positive of that. It was all her
fault if he found more pleasure in a book than in her bed. See? The proof of
his sexuality was here, staring him in the face. Well, her ass, his face.
And then she turned, and in the next moment all his
illusions shattered around him.
She... was... a he.
Just damn.
This guy was pretty enough to be a girl, easily, Tal’s
confused libido tried to make amends. He wore small hoop earrings in one ear
that jingled lightly when he turned his head. His eyes were a blue so pale they
almost disappeared into his face, his smooth skin lightly tanned, which only
brought out the pinkness of his pretty lips.
Pretty lips? Where had that come from?
Julie Lynn Hayes first began publishing short stories and
poetry in the 1990’s, when it was a different ballgame altogether, and Ebooks
hadn’t been dreamed of yet. That changed in 2010 with the acceptance of her
first romance novel. She’s come a long way since that first book appeared, and
is finding the journey a very educational one.
She lives in St. Louis with her daughter Sarah and her cat
Ramesses. She often writes of two men finding true love and happiness in one
another’s arms, and is a great believer in the happily ever after. She likes to
write in different genres, to stretch herself in order to see what is possible.
Her great challenge is to be told something can’t be done—she feels compelled
to do it.
When she isn’t writing, she enjoys crafts, such as
crocheting and cross stitch, needlepoint
and knitting, and she loves to cook, spending time watching the Food Network.
Her favorite chef is Geoffrey Zakarian. Her family thinks she’s a bit off, but
she doesn’t mind. Marching to the beat of one’s own drummer is a good thing,
after all. Her published works can be found at Dreamspinner Press, eXtasy
Books, and Amber Quill Press.
Author Links:
Twitter @Shelley_runyon
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