Every year my family goes out on my sister’s birthday to walk around downtown to give away money to homeless individuals in need to honor my sister’s memory. She would have been 37 today. I dedicated Lost in the Fire to her:
To my sister, Elisa Joy, who was a beautiful and phenomenal person who fought addiction. She may have lost the battle, but those who remember her hold memories of a kind woman who changed many lives for the better and was an amazing friend.
To honor that dedication and the beauty of sharing I will be giving away books on my blog. It will be readers’ choice on the e-book you wish to have, please come comment and let me know what you love. The giveaway will run through the weekend. Also a percentage of my royalties (everyday, not just today) of Lost in the Fire will be donated to the local LGBTQ Youth Community. Joy and happiness to everyone on this day~ Draven.
Blurb: Lost in the Fire
Aaron Evans embodies every complication Wren Tucker knows he doesn’t need. The tempting go-go dancer refuses to leave him alone and his attempts to get into Wren’s bunker pants don’t stop at the club–even the walls of the Firehouse aren’t safe. Wren’s control is only so strong, and his desire for Aaron is turning into a clawing need that’s digging through the many reasons keeping Aaron at bay.
Aaron is two cold showers away from hypothermia if the hot fireman of his dreams won’t give in to the lust he sees blazing in Wren’s eyes. The only issue is, Wren is a forever man, and Aaron doesn’t have that in him to give, not with so many secrets locked behind the glitter and gold of his beautiful world.
As Wren begins to cave to Aaron’s delicious demands, he gets a deeper view of the tarnished landscape Aaron exists in. A murky pit of drug addiction that’s slowly dragging Aaron under, and Wren is going to have to fight like hell to save Aaron from it, to even have a chance at a new beginning with the man who brought him out of the shadows.
A hoodie two or three sizes too big covered his upper body. The hood concealed the majority of his face. All Wren could make out was the man’s lower jaw and the way he was biting into his lower lip.
“Hello,” Wren said uncertainly. “Umm…”
The guy’s shoulders rose and fell on a deep breath as he twisted his hands together in front of him. Something familiar about him tickled the back of Wren’s brain. The way he fidgeted, maybe? Who did he remind him of?
“Do you need something?” The silence was a bit unnerving, and Wren wasn’t going to slam the door on the guy, but still.
With trembling hands, the guy pushed his hood back. Soft, silky black locks with dark blue tips, no longer red, fell in disarray around Aaron’s face. Shocked, Wren clutched the door frame to keep from reaching out to him. Aaron’s eyes were downcast, but Wren could see he wore no makeup. Never in all the time he’d known Aaron had he seen the man so unadorned.
“Aaron?” Wren didn’t know what to say beyond that. The last time they’d talked, things had ended so badly, and now here he stood.
Aaron chose that moment to gaze at him. His beautiful eyes shimmered. “I need help,” he whispered before his face crumpled, and tears tracked down his cheeks.
Wren’s chest constricted painfully and he drew Aaron into his arms, tucking him close, resting his chin on Aaron’s head.