It’s Jacky boy, baby!
Hey, Gang! I’m hard at work, yes, really, on PSC #4. But as I was putzing around on FB this morning, I had a sudden surge of awesome, and Jack’s blurb revealed itself. Remember, it’ll be the Loose Ends Trilogy. First is Patel and Dutch, and then it’s Jack’s turn. And finally Vince.
If you’re in Brooklyn this Sunday, I’ll be at the Brooklyn Book Fair downtown BK (209 Joralemon. Borough Hall and Plaza) Not as a participant, but as a spectator. I’ll be reading and talking at the Brooklyn Public Library’s Clarendon branch, Nov 12th. 6 PM. I know a lot of you aren’t even remotely close, but I do have at least two of my peeps in BK, so y’all better show the hell up! Else it’d just be me, all by meself. All alone. And sad. And Poor-Me-One.
We don’t like a sad Av.
K, enough messing around. Here’s Jacky boy’s blurb. I will not begin to write this until AFTER I’ve written Sinners #5. So hold your horses.
Battle Scars [Loose Ends Trilogy #2]
He’s empty. Hidden in a dark closet, the barrel of a gun in his mouth, Ashe has given up. Scarred by his own hand and a jilted lover’s bullet, he sees nothing positive in waking from a coma. As his exterior changes to fit his interior, the very people who should love him scatter. Feeling worthless, seconds from pulling the trigger, the face of the man who rescued him flashes before his eyes. All he has is a name on a business card, but Ashe decides to find his savior. The why eludes him, until they meet.
Jack Wellington has shut himself off from the world. Nursing a broken heart, his career as a DEA agent long decimated, Jack is running on fumes and whiskey. A knock on his door brings a man with a familiar story and even more familiar eyes, but Jack recalls saving a young woman from the clutches of a crazed ex, not a man. Ashe Novak’s battle-worn façade hides an even more ravaged soul, trapped and torn by society, family, and memories. Lost and in need of anchor, Jack has to buck his fixed notions of what love should be, and Ashe, well…fate isn’t done with him yet.