Title: Blood & Milk
Author: N.R. Walker
Genre: M/M Romance
Release: June 23, 2016
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/29825932-blood-milk
Heath Crowley is an Australian man, born with two different coloured eyes and the
gift—or curse—of having premonition dreams. He also has nothing left to live for.
Twelve months after having his life upended, his dreams tell him where he needs to be.
So with nothing and no one to keep him in Sydney, he simply boards a plane for
Tanzania. Not caring if he lives or dies, Heath walks into a tribe of Maasai and asks to
stay. Granted permission, he leaves behind the name and heartbreak of Heath and starts
over with the new Maasai name of Alé.
From the day of his birth, Damu has always been an outcast. The son of the chief and
brother to the great warrior leader, Damu is reminded constantly that he’s not good
enough to be considered a man in the eyes of his people. Ordered to take responsibility
for Alé, Damu shares with him the ways of the Maasai, just as Alé shares with Damu the
world outside the acacia thorn fence. But it’s more than just a cultural exchange. It’s
about trust and acceptance, finding themselves, and a true sense of purpose.
Under the African sky on the plains of the Serengeti, Heath finds more than just a reason
to live. He finds a man like no other, and a reason to love.
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Author Bio:
N.R. Walker is an Australian author, who loves her genre of gay romance.
She loves writing and spends far too much time doing it, but wouldn’t have it any other
way.
She is many things: a mother, a wife, a sister, a writer. She has pretty, pretty boys who
live in her head, who don’t let her sleep at night unless she gives them life with words.
She likes it when they do dirty, dirty things but likes it even more when they fall in
love.
She used to think having people in her head talking to her was weird, until one day she
happened across other writers who told her it was normal.
She’s been writing ever since
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Email: nrwalker2103@gmail.com
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5819370.N_R_Walker
Excerpt:
PROLOGUE
It was twelve months on. A full year had passed, yet my world had stopped completely.
The men who stole my life were charged and would serve time for their crime. No one
called it a hate crime, but that’s what it was. If I was expecting some sort of finality to
come with the court findings, I didn’t get it.
I was still hollow. I was still numb to the world, and I was still alone.
I was also awarded damages, civilian victim and medical.
A nice healthy sum that meant I could pay off my debts after not working for twelve
months, and more. Though no amount of money would make this right. No amount of
money would bring him back.
My mother came along for the final hearing, though I could only guess why. I had barely
spoken two words to her in the last year. Maybe she came so she could vie for the
sympathy card with her friends. Or maybe she thought she could have one last twist of
the knife
“Now it’s all over,” she said, nodding her head like her words were wise and final. “You
can put all this homosexual nonsense behind you.”
I looked at my mother and smiled. I fucking smiled. I raged inside with a fury to burn the
world, and maybe she saw something in my eyes maybe it was a ferocity she’d never
seen before, maybe it was madness and my words were whisper quiet.
“You are a despicable, bitter human being, and you are a disgrace to mothers
everywhere. So, when you go to your church group, instead of praying for my soul, you
should be praying for yours. You have only hate and judgement in your heart, and you
are doomed to an eternity in hell.” I leaned in close and sneered at her. “And I hope you
fucking burn.” I stood up and stared down at her. She was pale and shocked, and I did
not care. “If you think my words are cold and cruel,” I added, “I want you to know I
learned them from you.”
I walked away, for the final time. I knew I’d never see her again, and I had made my
peace with that.
I didn’t care for the money. I didn’t care for anything. I longed for sleep, because in my
dreams, I saw him. And that night, almost one year to the day since he was gone, in our
too-big bed, in our too-quiet flat, in my too-alone life, I dreamed of Jarrod.
He sat on our bed and grinned. I longed to hear his voice, just once. It’d been a year and I
craved the sound of his voice, his touch. But when I reached out for him, even in my
dream, as in my waking nightmares, he was gone. I sat up in our bed, reaching out for
nothing but air. He was gone, really gone.
But in this dream, on the bed were he’d sat, was a plane ticket. Mr Heath Crowley, it said.
One way ticket to Tanzania.
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