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June 17, 2016
Love Can't Conquer
(Love Can't series, Bk #1)
by Kim Fielding
Blurb:
Bullied as a child in small-town Kansas, Jeremy Cox ultimately escaped to Portland, Oregon. Now in his forties, he’s an urban park ranger who does his best to rescue runaways and other street people. His ex-boyfriend, Donny—lost to drinking and drugs six years earlier—appears on his doorstep and inadvertently drags Jeremy into danger. As if dealing with Donny’s issues doesn’t cause enough turmoil, Jeremy meets a fascinating but enigmatic man who carries more than his fair share of problems.
Qayin Hill has almost nothing but skeletons in his closet and demons in his head. A former addict who struggles with anxiety and depression, Qay doesn’t know which of his secrets to reveal to Jeremy—or how to react when Jeremy wants to save him from himself.
Despite the pasts that continue to haunt them, Jeremy and Qay find passion, friendship, and a tentative hope for the future. Now they need to decide whether love is truly a powerful thing or if, despite the old adage, love can’t conquer all.
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Excerpts
Oh God. Jeremy tasted like chocolate and berries. His
lips were soft, and firm hands cradled
Qay’s skull. He thrust his tongue into Qay’s mouth, but he wasn’t one of those
assholes who needed to prove their manhood by drilling his tonsils. Jeremy had
an agile and playful tongue, teasing Qay’s tongue and nuzzling his teeth. Qay
felt dizzy, as if he were balanced at the top of the world, so he wrapped his
arms around Jeremy for balance. And Jeremy must have approved, because even
though he didn’t break the kiss, he managed a groan from deep in his chest.
Qay had no idea how long Jeremy’s dry spell had been, but
his own had lasted eons. A beautiful man—a good
man—touching him, wanting him, was almost more than Qay could bear. He’d
expected so little from life, had received so little, but how could he have
thought he could survive without human contact? Jeremy’s kiss sparked all the
synapses that had once responded so eagerly to drugs. Qay’s mind sang, and as his cock filled and he felt
Jeremy’s answering hardness pressed against him, Qay very nearly started
ripping at their clothes.
But goddammit if the one little bit of his brain that was
sane and responsible didn’t choose that moment to speak up. Don’t fuck him over, those bastard cells
scolded. Don’t be Donny.
With his biggest show of willpower since he’d kicked
drugs, Qay pulled out of Jeremy’s grip. The light was poor, so he squinted to
get Jeremy into focus. He saw a muscular, handsome ex-cop with kiss-swollen
lips—but he also saw the ghost of a shy little boy and the vulnerability of a
man whose lovers had hurt him. And now one of those lovers was dead.
Qay had made a shitload of mistakes in his life. Lying to
Jeremy Cox didn’t have to be added to that list.
“I have to tell you something,” he said.
He heard Jeremy’s breath catch. “Nothing good has ever
come after that statement,” he said.
“I know.” Jeremy was going to abandon him here at the top
of the West Hills once the words were out. Qay would never be able to go to
P-Town again, which meant he’d lose his favorite coffeehouse and Rhoda, who was
becoming a friend. All Qay would have would be the memory of a nice dinner, a
pretty drive, and one earthshaking kiss.
No, that wasn’t true. He’d also have a little more
self-respect because he’d know he’d done the right thing. Even if it hurt.
Oh God. Jeremy tasted like chocolate and berries. His
lips were soft, and firm hands cradled
Qay’s skull. He thrust his tongue into Qay’s mouth, but he wasn’t one of those
assholes who needed to prove their manhood by drilling his tonsils. Jeremy had
an agile and playful tongue, teasing Qay’s tongue and nuzzling his teeth. Qay
felt dizzy, as if he were balanced at the top of the world, so he wrapped his
arms around Jeremy for balance. And Jeremy must have approved, because even
though he didn’t break the kiss, he managed a groan from deep in his chest.
Qay had no idea how long Jeremy’s dry spell had been, but
his own had lasted eons. A beautiful man—a good
man—touching him, wanting him, was almost more than Qay could bear. He’d
expected so little from life, had received so little, but how could he have
thought he could survive without human contact? Jeremy’s kiss sparked all the
synapses that had once responded so eagerly to drugs. Qay’s mind sang, and as his cock filled and he felt
Jeremy’s answering hardness pressed against him, Qay very nearly started
ripping at their clothes.
But goddammit if the one little bit of his brain that was
sane and responsible didn’t choose that moment to speak up. Don’t fuck him over, those bastard cells
scolded. Don’t be Donny.
With his biggest show of willpower since he’d kicked
drugs, Qay pulled out of Jeremy’s grip. The light was poor, so he squinted to
get Jeremy into focus. He saw a muscular, handsome ex-cop with kiss-swollen
lips—but he also saw the ghost of a shy little boy and the vulnerability of a
man whose lovers had hurt him. And now one of those lovers was dead.
Qay had made a shitload of mistakes in his life. Lying to
Jeremy Cox didn’t have to be added to that list.
“I have to tell you something,” he said.
He heard Jeremy’s breath catch. “Nothing good has ever
come after that statement,” he said.
“I know.” Jeremy was going to abandon him here at the top
of the West Hills once the words were out. Qay would never be able to go to
P-Town again, which meant he’d lose his favorite coffeehouse and Rhoda, who was
becoming a friend. All Qay would have would be the memory of a nice dinner, a
pretty drive, and one earthshaking kiss.
No, that wasn’t true. He’d also have a little more
self-respect because he’d know he’d done the right thing. Even if it hurt.
About The Author
Kim Fielding is the bestselling, award-winning author of numerous m/m romance novels, novellas, and short stories. Like Kim herself, her work is eclectic, spanning genres such as contemporary, fantasy, paranormal, and historical. Her stories are set in alternate worlds, in 15th century Bosnia, in modern-day Oregon. Her heroes are hipster architect werewolves, housekeepers, maimed giants, and conflicted graduate students. They’re usually flawed, they often encounter terrible obstacles, but they always find love.
After having migrated back and forth across the western two-thirds of the United States, Kim calls the boring part of California home. She lives there with her husband, her two daughters, and her day job as a university professor, but escapes as often as possible via car, train, plane, or boat. This may explain why her characters often seem to be in transit as well. She dreams of traveling and writing full-time.
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