What happened? I wrote the book. I wrote the blurb. I edited the book. I edited the blurb. Those steps happened far enough apart (and with other books/blurbs in the interim) that I made a pretty glaring oversight. Namely, the blurb says Sailo and Greg have a twenty-year age gap, but in the book, it's ten years. Originally, they were twenty years apart, but I changed it in the book...and completely overlooked the blurb.
Yep. I screwed up. And by the time I noticed it, the book was out, in print, etc.
Sooooooo egg on mah author face. The publisher has been notified, and hopefully we can get the blurb tweaked on future editions, but there's no point in pretending the error isn't out there now or that it's anyone's fault but mine.
Mea culpa. >.<
With that being said, TO LIVE AGAIN is now available from Samhain!
The heart doesn’t take requests. It calls the tune.
The Distance Between Us, Book 6
Greg Douglas’s wife surprised him with an early 25th anniversary gift: a divorce. Staying with friends Ethan and Rhett seems like a good idea, just until he gets back on his feet. The guys have an even better idea to take his mind off his troubles—take him out to explore the other half of his bisexuality.
After a quarter century suppressing his hidden desires, he’s not waiting any longer. Especially not after laying eyes on the gorgeous deejay at Wilde’s.
Deejay and single dad Sailo Isaia isn’t looking for anything serious. He’s definitely not out to be a sexual teacher, never mind to a man almost two decades his senior. But as Greg gets the hang of having a male lover, Sailo can’t help himself. They both keep coming back for more. And more. And more.
But a few nagging questions hold Sailo back from giving his whole heart. Is this just Greg’s midlife crisis and rebound fling? Or a chance to fill that empty space—forever—for both Sailo and his beloved son?
Warning: Contains an older guy who’s waited half his life for this, a younger guy who didn’t realize how lonely he was, and some very hot visits to the upstairs VIP lounge at Wilde’s. Author is not responsible for readers who can no longer look at a leather booth the same way again.