In Safe Arms

Author: Ann Grech
Title: In Safe Arms
Series: My Truth, Book 2
Genre: M/M Contemporary
Release Date: September 21, 2019

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People deserve a second chance, right? How about a third or fourth?

But what if I can’t even admit to myself who I am? I was truthful once before. I came out to one other person, and he left me broken and scarred. He destroyed the boy I was. I don’t even use the same name anymore; I go by Trent now. But I survived the streets. I got lucky and I made something of myself. I’m happy, sort of.

It’s Angelo who lights up my life. He’s my world. My rock and my family. He’s always there for me. But I keep hurting him. I say stupid things, and I always keep him at a distance. Still, he knows me better than anyone.

And I want him. But I can’t let myself go there. Not again.

I’ve lived in denial for so long and it’s killing me. In my weakest moments, I reach for Angelo and when he slips into my arms, I can breathe. He’s my solace. Selflessly, he’s there and he never expects anything in return. No judgment, not even an explanation. Having him in my arms is everything, and it’s getting harder to push him away. I’m not sure I want to anymore.

He doesn’t date, but he deserves to be loved. Cherished. Then he drops a bombshell—he’s found The One. I wish he’d fallen for me. I need that second chance to tell him. I need to risk it all because in his arms, I’m safe. I’m me.

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I stumbled through the door and closed it as quietly as I could. I had no idea what time it was, but it was late. There were no lights on in any of the houses I’d passed, and even the barking dogs were fast asleep. I wasn’t sure if I’d blacked out or not, but I didn’t remember getting tossed down the front steps of Ryan’s house. When I’d woken up, my head throbbed like a bitch and every muscle in my body ached. I was cold, my shivering so bad that my teeth were chattering. I couldn’t feel my fingers or toes. I was sticky, from what I wasn’t sure but at least some of it was my own blood—my nose? My eyebrow? There were other places I couldn’t think about that were sticky too. My skin crawled. I wanted nothing more than to scrub myself down with a steel brush, to remove every particle, every cell of his off me. I shuddered.
I was dirty. Exposed. Weak.
After I’d woken, I had to get out of there. I had to leave before I vomited all over his front lawn, and there was no way I’d let him see how much he’d destroyed by doing that. So I’d crawled along the path to the brick letterbox and used it to pull myself upright. The world spun around me and I’d breathed through my swollen nose, groaning from the pain. Stepping away tentatively, I’d stumbled down the street. I fell, grazing my hands and knees on the pebbled drives and the tarmac roads. It was hard to keep upright but the fences helped. The streetlights had hurt my eyes. I’d shied away from them.
I was numb. Distant. Far away.
The walls supported my weight as I stumbled through the house to the bathroom. Leaving the light off, I closed and locked the door, propping the washing basket behind it—as if that would stop anyone getting in there. I looked in the mirror, but it was dark enough that I couldn’t see myself. Thank God. I reached behind the curtain and turned the hot water on, not even bothering with the cold. My socks were wet. Did they get wet when I toed my shoes off outside? I didn’t know why, but it seemed important in that moment. I needed to figure it out, to know exactly what had happened to get them that way. I dropped one in my fumbling and reached down to pick it up. A piercing pain sliced through my head, fireworks lighting up behind my eyelids. The throb behind my eyes pounded. My head swam, the pain so visceral that my stomach heaved. My knees hit the floor, and I reached for the lid on the toilet. I retched into the bowl, over and over until I was spent, purging myself of everything I’d eaten. If only I could do the same to my memories. To my body.

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By day Ann Grech lives in the corporate world and can be found sitting behind a desk typing away at reports and papers or lecturing to a room full of students. She graduated with a PhD in 2016 and is now an over-qualified nerd. Glasses, briefcase, high heels and a pencil skirt, she’s got the librarian look nailed too. If only they knew! She swears like a sailor, so that’s got to be a hint. The other one was “the look” from her tattoo artist when she told him that she wanted her kids initials “B” and “J” tattooed on her foot. It took a second to register that it might be a bad idea.
She’s never entirely fit in and loves escaping into a book—whether it’s reading or writing one. But she’s found her tribe now and loves her MM book world family. She dislikes cooking, but loves eating, can’t figure out technology, but is addicted to it, and her guilty pleasure is Byron Bay Cookies. Oh and shoes. And lingerie. And maybe handbags too. Well, if we’re being honest, we’d probably have to add her library too given the state of her credit card every month (what can she say, she’s a bookworm at heart)!

Love from Amanda to Zoey

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Everything comes easy for Zach Johnston. Only 24 years old, he’s got it all– the girl, the high paying tech job, and the rent-controlled apartment in the Village. But when his best friend overdoses and his girlfriend leaves him, his inability to connect with other people overwhelms him.

Desperate to hide his pain from Amanda, the ex who met “11 out of 13 criteria” on his friend’s most important checklist, Zach plasters on a smile as he rejoins his single friends chasing girls at seedy bars and grungy apartments, hoping the emptiness inside him will disappear if he pretends it doesn’t exist. As he descends into a haze of weed, booze, and hallucinogens, Zach recognizes his remaining friendships for what they are— partnerships of convenience, forged long ago simply on the shared desire to get high and get laid, continuing to this day because the effort required to replace them is too great. He also turns his judgmental lens inwards and begins to understand the consequences of his one night stands and shameless flirting, and the perils of assuming everyone he meets is dumber than he is.

At the peak of this crisis of confidence, Zach meets Zoey Mclemore, the beautiful, intelligent woman he has always told himself he could love and marry. Eating caramels sober with her is better than being drunk or high with anyone else. But when Zoey finds Zach drunk and alone with Amanda, he knows he must show Zoey he is ready to be an adult, or face never watching Spongebob with her again.

Equal parts whimsical romantic comedy and cynical literary fiction, LOVE FROM AMANDA TO ZOEY is the story of a successful man who doesn’t feel like he’s successful or a man, and his struggle to understand the meanings of life and Zoey’s latest text.

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While I walked to the Italian restaurant that I had picked out (Zoey had told me the onus was on me after she had managed to find the only caramel place in the Tri-state area for our first meeting), I rehearsed my opening lines. I rehearsed a few anecdotes that I could share. I rehearsed laughing at her spontaneous and relevant anecdotes that I was sure she would have regardless of the subject matter.

I saw her seated at a table in the corner when I got there. It was a small place, consisting of two “rooms” that were only separated by a frame that came down from the ceiling for a foot or so and than receded. She was seated in the back, near the bar. The bar had a white marble countertop and high black chairs crafted out of thin metal. The tables were a similar style, with thin twisting metal covered by burgundy tablecloths. She waved. Her hair was down, and she was wearing an olive blouse that was more revealing than what she had worn for caramels. Her jeans were a deep dark blue, almost black. I pretended not to see her, and had a waiter lead me over. He was a suave Italian man who spoke with a thick accent. It sounded too strong to be real. I figured it was supposed to contribute to the illusion that we were dining in Florence or Rome rather than SoHo. I thanked him and looked at Zoey. She frowned. I stuck out a hand.

“I’m Zach. It’s nice to finally meet you.” She didn’t laugh.

“Oh, don’t do that. You can come up with something better, can’t you?” I sat down.

“Well, then. There goes all the lines I rehearsed.” I sighed. She laughed.

“See? That was funny. Not that cheesy pretend this is our first date all over again stuff. You’re funny when you stop thinking about what you say.”

“Thank you? I think?” I took off my coat and folded it over the back of my chair.

“That was a compliment.” She picked up the menu. “Let’s get drinks. I’ve had a long day.”

“I’ll focus on the positive parts of it. And yeah, me too.” I signaled over the waiter. I opened my mouth.

“Can we get a bottle of the house Pinot Grigio?” The words didn’t come from me. Zoey smiled at me as the waiter wrote down her order and took the wine list. “I hope you don’t mind, I’ve always wanted to do that.”

“It’s fine. But if we’re smashing the patriarchy, you better pick up the check.” She smiled wider.

“Well, I’m not completely opposed to chauvinism.” I snorted. I looked over the menu.

“So if I’m not allowed to pretend this is our first date, I assume I can’t ask again what you do for a living?” I looked at her over the edge of my menu.

“Well you wouldn’t, except you never asked me that last time.” She didn’t look up from her menu.

“I didn’t?” I put down the menu.

“It’s okay, you were just concerned with making sure I understood anti-humor.” I groaned and she laughed. “I’m a grad student at Columbia.” I stood up.

“Well then, I think I better be going.” Her eyebrows raised and her mouth opened.

“What, why?”

“Us NYU Bobcats don’t mix with you highbrow types.” I sat back down. We giggled. Our wine arrived. I poured us each a glass. “What are you studying?”

“Particle physics.” I looked up. A little wine spilled on the table. She studied my reaction carefully.

“Wow, that’s impressive. There aren’t many women in physics, are there?”

“No, but there are probably more than there are in computer science.” She took a sip of her wine. “Mmm, that’s good. I love wine.”

“Touché,” I said. I racked my brain for what I remembered about particle physics from the one class I had taken sophomore year. “So, string theory?”

“Is a thing in physics, yes. Let’s not do that, though.”

“Do what?” I went back to the menu.

“I’ll promise not to pretend to know how to program if you promise not to make me explain the universe to you.” She leaned down and blew out the candles that were sitting on the table. I frowned.

“What did you do that for?” The waiter, I think his name was Marco, brought over fresh bread. I ripped a piece and Zoey passed me a pat of butter.

“I don’t like the flame, it worries me.” I spread the butter on the bread.

“Really?”

“There’s a scenario I see playing out where the candle is knocked over, the tablecloth catches fire, and the whole place burns down in a fiery inferno. We escape, barely, but they expect us to pay for all the damages.” She said all this quickly, then looked at me to see how I reacted. She was showing me her weird side way earlier than she was supposed to.

“That’s all right, I’m paying for dinner, remember?” She smiled and I continued, “So that includes any fire-related charges.” I bit into the warm bread. “You have to try this bread, it’s the reason I come here.”

“You bring all the girls here?” She took a piece of bread and bit into it.

“Just the ones my mother sets me up with. By the way, if we’re sharing strange things we do in restaurants-”

“It’s not strange to dislike fire.”

“No, but it’s strange to have a whole scene playing out in your head as a the reason for disliking it.”

“Fair enough, go ahead. What do you do? Eat with your hands? Order only appetizers?” She put down her menu and rested her head on her hands. She was interested, it seemed. “I’m interested.”

“I like to sit facing the door.” She faked being offended.

“Are you really asking me, a lady, to move?”

“I wasn’t asking anything, I was just informing you of a preference I have. Now, if you were to take that information and choose to offer to switch seats with me, I wouldn’t object…” I trailed off and snuck a peek at her cleavage. She noticed. I’m sure she did.

“Well, it just so happens that I also like to sit facing the door. I watch for assassins.”

“Me too! Well, more like I watch for people I don’t like so I can avoid them. But I imagine I wouldn’t like assassins very much.” I finished the bread and reached for another piece.

“I’ll keep an eye out for you, how’s that? If an assassin comes in looking for you, or if your mother were to have just walked in, I’d let you know.”

“Jeez,” I said, laughing, “I don’t know which would be worse, an assassin or my mother.” Zoey’s eyes got wide. She shook her head.

“I certainly do hope you’re kidding.” My mother’s voice was icy. I turned around. She was wearing a purple evening gown and had her arm linked with Edward’s. That smug bastard nodded politely at me.

“Oh, Mom, what’re you doing here?” She looked at me with derision.

“I decided, on my first night in a new city, to try a restaurant that my loving son who would never compare me to an assassin recommended. What’re you doing here, and have you seen my son?”

Author Bio

Ian Mark first dipped his toes into the writing waters as a high school senior when his essay equating college admissions with dating was published in Boston Globe Magazine.

After a string of one-night standard applications he hooked up with NYU and spent the next 3 years immersed in Manhattan (and yes, sigh, occasionally Brooklyn) nightlife.

He graduated Phi Beta Kappa and magna cum laude with a B.A in English and American Literature in 2015.

Forgoing a lucrative career in… uh… Englishonomics maybe?

Ian placed his degree somewhere he cannot remember and absconded to Los Angeles, CA, where he hosts The Pasadonuts Improv Livestream every week and works as an actor in film and television.

His writing has appeared in Hive Magazine, Outrageous Fortune, CelticsBlog, the Newton Tab, and Washington Square News.

He grew up in Newton, MA, where he perfected the art of faking illness to skip school and read novels all day.

After reading a thousand or so he began imagining writing his own.

After a hundred more he jumped in the deep end.

His debut novel Love from Amanda to Zoey was published by Simon & Schuste/Omnific Valentine’s Day 2018.

He has no children or pets.

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Q: When did you first realize you wanted to be a writer?

I never wanted to be a writer. I read tons of novels growing up and I was convinced you had to be insane to write a novel. When I got to NYU I had insomnia, and often the only thing that tired me out enough to fall asleep was writing down the bizarre ideas sprinting through my brain. I write because the words demand to be let out.

Q: How long does it take you to write a book?

I like to spend a few months thinking about the central questions driving the work, baking them in my subconscious oven. I wrote my debut novel Love from Amanda to Zoey over spring break freshman year— 10,000 words a day for six days. My second novel Just a Dream was more ambitious and took about 45 days spread between winter break sophomore year and the summer after. I’ve been baking my third novel for the last 4 years.

Q: What is your work schedule like when you’re writing?

I like to write in chunks of about 2,000 words. For Love from Amanda to Zoey, I did 5 chunks a day— I wrote when I woke up, after I ate breakfast, before and after I ate lunch, and before dinner. During writing Just a Dream, I had other obligations, so I wrote 2,000 words right when I woke up (or after I’d had my coffee). I find that writing by word count makes it so when I finish for the day, I know where I’ll start tomorrow. Then throughout the rest of the day it’ll cross my mind frequently and I’ll think about it differently than during active writing.

Q: What would you say is your interesting writing quirk?

Writing is easy for me. A lot of writer culture fetishizes the struggle of the blank page— the accoutrements and circumstances needed to produce are mind-boggling to me. If writing was as hard for me as so many writers say it is for them, I wouldn’t write. Writing lets me escape— it doesn’t matter what’s going on or where I am, when I start letting the words out the rest of the world drops away.

Q: Where do you get your information or ideas for your books?

My first novel was just an attempt to write a novel— when I started I wasn’t sure I’d finish it. It was inspired by the thousand novels I read growing up. My second was driven by my questions about the nature of reality. Namely, does objective reality exist? Is shared reality necessary to the human experience? If pushing a button could send me to a dream utopia designed just for me, why wouldn’t I push the button?

Q: When did you write your first book and how old were you?

I was 18 when I wrote the first draft of Love from Amanda to Zoey, as mentioned earlier.

Q: What do you like to do when you’re not writing?

I am also an actor, director, and improviser. While I love the solitary creative bliss of crafting a novel, with every word and comma mine and exactly where I want them to be, acting and improv connect me to other people in a way writing does not. Pursuing creative nirvana in those realms requires collaborating, giving up control, allowing myself to live in the moment. Basically, I like to be creative as possible in as many ways as possible. And when I’m done for the day and my mind is turning to mush, I like watching my hometown teams the Pats and the Celtics.

Q: How many books have you written? Which is your favourite?

I’ve written two. My favorite is Just a Dream— I wrote 90,000+ words trying to determine the necessity of reality, and I still can’t figure out if I’d push the button or not.

Q: Do you have any suggestions to help me become a better writer? If so, what are they?

Read a lot. Write a lot. If you’re not doing those things you might as well not try. I read so many books that when I tried to write my brain had thousands of examples of things I like writers doing and things I don’t like writers doing. You have to know what’s been done before you can innovate, or even imitate. Forget what other people like— write things that make you happy to read them. The chief aim should be to fulfill yourself, not to make money or become famous.

Q: Do you hear from your readers much? What kinds of things do they say?

The comment I get over and over again for both novels and other pieces I’ve written is this: “I could really see this as a movie or tv show.” The comparisons I hear most for Just a Dream are Inception and The Matrix. I don’t know if it’s my writing style or the ideas I like to tackle but people across a wide range of demographics seem to want to see my stories come to life on the big screen.

Q: What do you think makes a good story?

I’ve spent many, many hours thinking about this. When we sit down to open a book we’re looking for lots of things: compelling characters, elegant worlds, surprising plot twists, and many more elements. Above all else, I think we’re hoping to be taken on an emotional journey. To me, all satisfying narratives take the reader through a series of ups and downs, emotional variances that play a melody across our heartstrings, each note necessary to make the next one resonate, so that when we reach the final page, we’re ready for the harmony’s resolution, that one final feeling. I won’t care about Zach finding love with Zoey unless I’ve already felt something about each of them. Emotional arcs are more important than anything else. My third novel aims to tell a complete story without time. That is, instead of a beginning, middle, and end linked by a few characters experiencing things within a certain period of time, the same minute will repeat over and over from dozens of povs. I believe that if I play the emotional notes in the right order, when readers finish the book it will feel like a complete story has unfolded, despite no time passing.

Q: As a child, what did you want to do when you grew up?

I spent the vast majority of my time playing football and basketball, watching football and basketball, and playing video game football and basketball. As you might guess, I wanted to play in the NFL or NBA.

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My life was charmed. I had the best friends ever. We were known as the Fab Five and our futures were planned out.

In a flash, everything was taken from me. I don’t know how to live without them. I don’t want to.

I’m broken.

When I go to college, I see him.

Cameron Stone. Mr. Football. Mr. Popular. He’s definitely hot, but on the inside he’s vile. He made my childhood a living nightmare. I don’t know why he hates me or why he’s suddenly being so nice to me. All the sweet talk in the world won’t work. I know better.

So, why am I listening?

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Turns out I’ve got a low tolerance for being ignored.

It was Cam who offered occasional dates.

It was Cam who suggested we be exclusive “bed” buddies.

It was Cam who slowly began to disappear from my life, and I’m tired of feeling like nothing more than a warm body.

I deserve better.

When I find myself spending more time with my friends, it’s Sebastian who’s here for me when I need him most. There’s always been that “something” between us, but with his string of girls and Cameron in the way, I never really entertained the idea.

Enter one ex-girlfriend and another to my list of bullies.

One betrayal changes everything. I’m not settling anymore. I’m not doing what’s best for everyone else this time. No, this time I’m doing what’s best for me.

I’m tired of standing under this umbrella alone.

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The night Heavenly Young gave her innocence to Dr. Kenneth Beckman and Seth Cooper, her world was ripped apart by betrayal and tragedy. She leaves behind everything and everyone to fulfill a deathbed promise and start her life over. But her solitary quest forces her to face her past and question where her future truly lies—alone or in the arms of the two unforgettable men she loves?

After putting his heart on the line—something Seth swore he’d never do again—he’s devastated when Heavenly walks away from him and Beck. Hell-bent on reclaiming her, they chase her down and help her complete her solemn duty. But Heavenly is caught between independence and love, forcing him and Beck to make her a deal. She’ll give them total commitment for eight weeks. If she still wants her freedom after that, they’ll let her go—for good.

After Beck’s reckless mistake implodes the fragile bond he and Seth share with Heavenly, he’s determined to prove they can give her both the adventure she seeks and the devotion she craves. So the men devise a game to break down her barriers and bind her in bliss. But when their dreams are within reach, a demon from Beck’s long-forgotten past returns, bent on revenge that might cost him his life.

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Beside the PI, Beck took the stairs two at a time. They were both out of breath when they entered their suite. The trek up three flights wasn’t the only reason.

Behind them, Seth slammed the door. Beck caught sight of Heavenly and raked his hot stare over her.

She approached, hands outstretched, and settled a palm on each of their chests, her touch like a brand. But when she darted a regretful glance their way, dread gonged in Beck’s brain.

“I want what’s about to happen,” she panted. “I need to get out of my head and feel alive.”

“We can do that for you.” Seth moved in to kiss her.

She dodged him. “Even if it’s just tonight, not a promise of anything more?”

Beck gritted his teeth. The battle for their future might be a one-woman war right now, but he wasn’t giving up without a fight. If she ultimately wanted men in her life who put her first, he and Seth had to not only show her they loved her but tell her. They’d steep her in pleasure until she felt boneless and ecstatic, then drop the L bomb. After that, if she chose to walk away from them for good… Well, he’d be heartbroken, but he’d have no regrets.

“Just tonight it is. Now why don’t you come here, little girl?” And let us change your mind?

About Authors

Shayla Black

Shayla Black is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of more than sixty novels. For nearly twenty years, she’s written contemporary, erotic, paranormal, and historical romances via traditional, independent, foreign, and audio publishers. Her books have sold millions of copies and been published in a dozen languages.

Raised an only child, Shayla occupied herself with lots of daydreaming, much to the chagrin of her teachers. In college, she found her love for reading and realized that she could have a career publishing the stories spinning in her imagination. Though she graduated with a degree in Marketing/Advertising and embarked on a stint in corporate America to pay the bills, her heart has always been with her characters. She’s thrilled that she’s been living her dream as a full-time author for the past eight years.

Shayla currently lives in North Texas with her wonderfully supportive husband, her daughter, and two spoiled tabbies. In her “free” time, she enjoys reality TV, reading, and listening to an eclectic blend of music.

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USA Today Bestselling author Jenna Jacob paints a canvas of passion, romance, and humor as her alpha men and the feisty women who love them unravel their souls, heal their scars, and find a happy-ever-after kind of love. Heart-tugging, captivating, and steamy, Jenna’s books will surely leave you breathless and craving more.

A mom of four grown children, Jenna and her alpha-hunk husband live in Kansas. She loves reading, getting away from the city on the back of a Harley, music, camping, and cooking.

Meet her wild and wicked fictional family in Jenna’s sultry series: The Doms of Genesis. Become spellbound by searing triple love connections in her continuing saga: The Doms of Her Life (co-written with the amazing Shayla Black and Isabella LaPearl). Journey with couples struggling to resolve their pasts and heal their scars to discover unbridled love and devotion in her contemporary series: Passionate Hearts. Or laugh along as Jenna lets her zany sense of humor and lack of filter run free in the romantic comedy series: Hotties of Haven.

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Isabella LaPearl is a USA Today bestselling author known for her collaboration with Shayla Black & Jenna Jacob for the Doms of Her Life Series. She enjoys writing sexy, erotic romance. A wife, mother, writer, reader and a love for riding motorcycles.

To say it’s been an extraordinary journey thus far would be an understatement… what a rush! What a thrill to realize dreams and see them go from a seed to fruition. So for all you aspiring Authors, who like me, have a fire inside that burns brightly and demands to be sated by writing… Never give up.

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