Recovery: Book TwoLove is a fragile thing, and it can slip through your fingers if you don’t hold on tight….
When Zack Jung’s AA sponsor and friend commits suicide, he’s desperate to hold it together, and there’s only one place he can turn. He calls Josh and Kris, and they take him back to their ranch outside Santa Fe.
A cowboy to the bone, Cimarron Duran cherishes his orderly life and routine. He likes his neighbors, Kris and Josh, but he has less than no interest in the hipster personal trainer who comes to stay with them—or at least, he plans to fight his interest in favor of his solitary life and his art.
But some things are as inevitable as the weather, and when Zack and Cimarron finally come together, they find they don’t want to let go. It won’t be easy, though, for two men with pasts like theirs to forge a happy future together.
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Cat gives this one 4 Meows with a 5 Purr heat index...
Slip is book 2 in the recovery series and do recommend you read the first book as those characters are mentioned a lot in this book. Without knowledge of knowing them, you may find yourself a little lost at times.
Zack is in AA and Josh's sponsor. When Zack finds his best friend and sponsor killed himself he breaks down and calls Josh for help.
Cimmeron is Josh and Kris' neighbor in New Mexico where they take Zack to so he can get back on his feet. He is a loner, OCD, very set in his ways and likes it like that. He does like Kris and they have set nights to visit and share a beer. But when Zack shows up everything changes.
I read the first book and loved it so I was anxious for this one and not let down. The characters are all amazing, the storyline good and the romance steamy. It is also a very emotional story in so many ways so I recommend a tissue at hand.
I had one tiny issue and that was how Cimmeron (I loved this name) took a sudden 180 from being OCD refusing veggies, not wanting the company to having Zack cook for him and even staying with him... Now having said that...I also thought the scene where this turnabout happens was scorching hot.
I adore cowboys and fell immediately in love with Cimmeron. I could relate to him in so many ways. If you love cowboys, artists, personal trainers, addiction, recovery, and very steamy man-sex you will love this!
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Prologue
“IT’S CRACKED,” Cypress whispered, “right down the center.”
Sort of like him. Sort of like everyone.
“I want to fix it, patch it, but I’m frightened to.” Cypress took a deep breath, held it for a second, waiting for something to happen, but it didn’t. He let it out, knowing he was going to be laughed at.
The laughter never came, so he went on. “If I use slip, it might survive, but what if I get the consistency wrong?”
He could hear the sigh behind him.
“I know, I know, you’re right. I’ve nothing to lose. Nothing at all.”
The silence reigned, and he rolled his head on his neck. “I wish you were a little more forthcoming sometimes. I’m lonely.”
He held the pieces in his hands. Sometimes you couldn’t mend what was broken. Sometimes you simply had to start again.
“Who are you talking to, Cy?” Josh came into the studio, a spark of life and color. “I’ve been hunting you. I want to go play.”
“Play?” He placed the pieces in a shallow crate on his workbench.
“I’m bored. Come out with me. Let’s bubble and invent something wonderful.” Josh took his hand, kissed the corner of his mouth. “Please.”
“Sure.” Bubbles were always good. He had Josh to thank for the hot tub, anyway.
He walked outside, the sun like a spotlight, burning away the ghost of his Lonan. The two of them were like planets in orbit. Passing but never touching.
He stretched, feeling his bones loosen up.
“There you are. I’ve missed you.”
Cypress blinked at Josh. “Where have I been?”
“In your head.” And Josh got that, he knew.
“Ah. Sorry.” They muscled the cover off the hot tub, then fired up the bubbles. “What do you want to drink?”
“I brought strawberry banana smoothies.”
“Nice.” He did like a nice fruity smoothie, and Josh had learned all these recipes from his friend Zack, who was a personal trainer.
He pushed away the thought of the crate with the broken pieces. He’d explore that later. Maybe he’d fix it; maybe he wouldn’t.
Maybe it would return to the earth.
“IT’S CRACKED,” Cypress whispered, “right down the center.”
Sort of like him. Sort of like everyone.
“I want to fix it, patch it, but I’m frightened to.” Cypress took a deep breath, held it for a second, waiting for something to happen, but it didn’t. He let it out, knowing he was going to be laughed at.
The laughter never came, so he went on. “If I use slip, it might survive, but what if I get the consistency wrong?”
He could hear the sigh behind him.
“I know, I know, you’re right. I’ve nothing to lose. Nothing at all.”
The silence reigned, and he rolled his head on his neck. “I wish you were a little more forthcoming sometimes. I’m lonely.”
He held the pieces in his hands. Sometimes you couldn’t mend what was broken. Sometimes you simply had to start again.
“Who are you talking to, Cy?” Josh came into the studio, a spark of life and color. “I’ve been hunting you. I want to go play.”
“Play?” He placed the pieces in a shallow crate on his workbench.
“I’m bored. Come out with me. Let’s bubble and invent something wonderful.” Josh took his hand, kissed the corner of his mouth. “Please.”
“Sure.” Bubbles were always good. He had Josh to thank for the hot tub, anyway.
He walked outside, the sun like a spotlight, burning away the ghost of his Lonan. The two of them were like planets in orbit. Passing but never touching.
He stretched, feeling his bones loosen up.
“There you are. I’ve missed you.”
Cypress blinked at Josh. “Where have I been?”
“In your head.” And Josh got that, he knew.
“Ah. Sorry.” They muscled the cover off the hot tub, then fired up the bubbles. “What do you want to drink?”
“I brought strawberry banana smoothies.”
“Nice.” He did like a nice fruity smoothie, and Josh had learned all these recipes from his friend Zack, who was a personal trainer.
He pushed away the thought of the crate with the broken pieces. He’d explore that later. Maybe he’d fix it; maybe he wouldn’t.
Maybe it would return to the earth.
Texan to the bone and an unrepentant Daddy's Girl, BA spends her days with her basset hounds, getting tattooed, texting her sisters, and eating Mexican food. When she's not doing that, she's writing. She spends her days off watching rodeo, knitting and surfing Pinterest in the name of research. BA's personal saviors include her wife, Julia, her best friend, Sean, and coffee. Lots of good coffee. Y'all know that song, The Happiest Girl in the Whole USA? That's me, down to the bone.
Having written everything from fist-fighting rednecks to hard-core cowboys to werewolves, BA does her damnedest to tell the stories of her heart, which was raised in Northeast Texas, but has heard the call of the high desert and now lives the good life in the Sandias. With books ranging from hard-hitting GLBT romance, to fiery menages, to the most traditional of love stories, BA refuses to be pigeon-holed by anyone but the voices in her head.
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Thank you for the excerpt and review! It sounds like an interesting read.
ReplyDeleteloved the excerpt and congrats BA
ReplyDeleteThis does sound very emotional.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the review & excerpt!
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