Finally! It’s coming!
Arrows Through Archer, a story I’ve been working on all year, finally has a release date. It’ll be coming out June 14, 2017 and I couldn’t be more excited. ATA is my first self-published full-length novel. No pre-order this time round.
And to celebrate, I’ve decided to do the cover reveal now, just a few weeks out. So here it is!
After the loss of his parents, Archer Hart is consumed by grief. Each day, he struggles his way through classes, parties, and trying to put on a good front for the sake of his best friend. But at night, he falls asleep to the sound of gunshots ringing in his ears.
Mallory is a man fighting a war of emotions all his own. When his son invites his best friend back home to Banff over a college break, he’s happy for the company.
Some time during the late-night talks, subtle smiles, and long, long silences, the two men begin to find solace in one another.
But love isn’t always easy, especially when it strikes you straight through the heart.
Arrows Through Archer is a slow-burn romance with an age difference, first times, a happy ending, and no cliff-hanger.
Tags: May/December, Angst, Hurt Comfort, First Time, Slow Burn, Family
And here’s a little snippet from the story!
“What does she like?”
Mallory’s sigh was heavier than the collapse of a nation. “White wine. Reading biographies. Jazz music. Pasta primavera. Laughing. Swimming in the summer, skiing in the winter. My shirt.”
“All good things to like.”
He stopped speaking. It wasn’t one of those comfortable silences full of hope and contemplation. The silence felt toxic.
“So,” Mallory said eventually. “So, I don’t know. You like puzzles and whiskey. And you listen to classic rock with me, although I’m painfully aware you don’t like it. And you love those chocolate cupcakes I brought home from the bakery last week, but you hate the bran muffins I make. And you like running and guns and silence, and Sarah doesn’t like any of those things.”
It was obvious now to see and hear how much he’d drunk.
“She doesn’t like puzzles.” Finally, Mallory turned to me, his eyes alight. “I want to be with a woman who likes puzzles.”
“I don’t understand.”
“You look so damn happy sitting at the kitchen table, puzzle pieces scattered around.”
I closed my eyes. “You should go to bed.”
“I know,” he said quietly.
I stood. “Are you coming in?”
He ignored my question as he stared down at his now-empty glass. “Puzzles make you happy, don’t they?”
Sharpshooter by nature, my instincts told me to go in for the kill. “It’s not the puzzles that make me happy, Mallory.”
Immediately, his eyes locked with mine. “Don’t do this to me, Archer.”
Alone, I left the workshop, while Mallory remained behind.