Isn’t it fab? *pets it*
This was the photo from the prompt I selected:
And the “Dear Author” letter itself:
He told me it’d be forever, a forever I had permanently inked into my skin. I thought I’d always want the reminder of a love as incredibly perfect as we had together. The passion and our connection was overpowering, but apparently his idea of forever and mine were two different things. Yet, no matter how painful it is I haven’t been able to let go of the memory of him in my heart. I’m trying to live my life again, trying to find a rhythm in a world that doesn’t seem to balance for me anymore. I’ve covered more and more of my body in the tattoos of a life lived, but somehow even though I’ve surrounded it with other images, I can’t quite make myself cover up and paint over that one word.
Note: I love reformed bad boys, more than a little snark, and a HEA is definitely a necessity. Everything else is up for grabs and have some fun. I can’t wait to see what you come up with!
I’m working on the story now, a little belatedly because of a couple of back-to-back deadlines I had, but it’s in progress and I have it all planned out. I really like these guys, and I hope people will enjoy this one when it’s released by the M/M Romance Group this summer! ♥
Hello, peeps! 😀 Just a quick announcement today. I have a new freebie out, written for the M/M Romance Group’s “Love Has No Boundaries” event. Check out the blurb and cover below! You can either read it at the group or download it free in multiple formats from my website or ARe.
Hope you enjoy it! 🙂
After the death of his aunt, Phillip Wynne is left adrift. He isn’t sure how to mourn the woman who raised him with so little affection. His only solace is his childhood friend, Ryan.
Ryan has always been the one bright thing in Phillip’s life, but while Ryan lives out and proud, Phillip is terrified by the feelings Ryan inspires in him. For years he’s kept them locked away, but when Ryan suddenly confesses his love, Phillip discovers that denying his own feelings might be the only thing scarier than finally owning up to them.