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Texas Wedding makes finalists list for Prism Book Alliance, 2015

Texas Wedding made it to the finalist list for Prism Book Alliance for 2015.

YAY!

Sometimes Riley and Jack have to be the ones to fight other people's battles and stand up for what is right.
With the life changing prospect of a yes vote from SCOTUS on the issue of same sex marriage, Riley and Jack realise they have decisions to make. Add in some distressing family news and the very real possibility that old secrets may resurface, and this last book in the Texas series pulls together as many threads as the boys can manage to handle.

But through all the ups and the downs, children, family events, laughter, and tears, there is nothing as special as the forever love between these two men.

The full book list:


Book 1 - The Heart of Texas
Book 2 - Texas Winter
Book 3 - Texas Heat
Book 4 - Texas Family
Book 5 - Texas Christmas
Book 6 - Texas Fall
Book 7 - Texas Wedding

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Reviews

Crystal's Many Reviewers - 5/5 - "...Texas Wedding was the perfect way to wrap up the series, with tears and laughter and lots of love, but I won’t lie – I would happily read more about the Jack and Riley and the rest of Campbell-Hayes family."

Guilty Indulgence - 4/5 - "...I have said from the beginning that this series reads like an episode of Dallas in the best possible way. Well this final book in the Texas series could have been a whole season. There is just so much going on and at such a fast pace that I was done with the book before I wanted to be."

Boy Meets Boy Reviews - 4/5 - "...This series is like coming home to me.  I never had a doubt when I picked up any book in the series that I would not like it.  No, they aren’t literary masterpieces but they are a great comfort to me.  I love all the drama that goes on in these pages.  I love the family dynamics.  I love watching both Jack and Riley grow as individuals and as a family.  I just flat out love everything about them."

Rainbow Book Reviews - "...This final volume of the Campbell-Hayes saga was as spectacular as the first, but in a very different way. Where Jack and Riley started out as enemies who couldn’t imagine liking each other if they were the two last men on Earth, by the end of this extraordinary seven-book saga neither of them can imagine living without the other. Ever! They have grown into not just amazing lovers who are still so hot together that they need to flee into the famous old barn every now and then, they have also become a true team in life. Tension still exists when they argue or disagree or deal with everything their four children throw at them, but they deal with those problems relying on their underlying love."

Sexy Erotic Xciting - 5/5 - "....Ms. Scott delivered an ending that left me completely satisfied, yet raw. The emotions radiated through her characterization of each MC, and Haley’s testimonial stole the show. I am in awe of Ms. Scott’s ability to capture the essence of true family and allow it to be presented through the eyes of a babe.

RJ Scott’s attention to detail is first and foremost in her writing; whether she traverses the Texas sky or the difficulties and joys of raising a child with autism; realism is sure to be found. No sugar-coating here~ life can throw you curve balls, but it’s what you do when you catch them that is the crux of the series. Ms. Scott demonstrated that with steps backwards, great success are achieved.

Team Riley or Team Jack? Not for this reader. I’ll take the loving couple of Team Campbell-Hayes!

Family and friends, old and new, add panache to Texas Wedding. I laughed at old antics flaring up again, and cried as Riley and Jack delivered new promises to each other and their family, at their wedding.

A beautiful ending to a new beginning, Texas Wedding was the cream of the crop....."

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Multitaskingmommas Book Reviews - 5/5 - "....I'm sorry, I can't help but tear up thinking this is the last time I will get to read about a day in the lives of Jack and Riley. Someone once asked, which among RJ Scott's men did I love the most and hands down, without question, it's these two. There is just something so grand about the way their fairy-tale romance began. With the succeeding books, we got to see the evolution of their romance turn to an uncompromising, unconditional love for each other and eventually their children. We saw their characters develop and instead of grating on readers' nerves due to familiarity breeding a bit of contempt, we just fell more in love and fascination with these two....

.... This is the final book, so far. I am saying so far for I am still holding on to a little bit of hope we don't see the last of these two.

Grudgingly, I recommend this. Why? Because its a beautiful read that gives us fans full closure. It is also painful to realise, this is the end.

Until we meet again, Jack and Riley...."

Rainbow Gold Book Reviews - 10/10 - "....I can not even begin to explain how much I loved this book.  RJ is a fantastic story teller, I love all of her books but this series holds a special place in my heart.  I have gone back and re-read books 1-3 so many times I lost count.  I have re-read 4,5, & 6 twice now.  They are a comfort read for me. If I am feeling down or don’t know what I want to read, I go back to Jack and Riley.  This one was no less spectacular.  It was amazing, a perfect way to say good by to characters that feel so real to me, like we are real life friends.  Wow, I am tearing up now just thinking that they got their ULTIMATE happy ever after....

Scatteredthoughtsandroguewords - 5/5 - "....In Texas Wedding, RJ Scott brings all the characters we have grown to love together to celebrate the lives of Riley and Jack Campbell-Hayes, their children and to tie up loose ends....

....That final ceremony had me in tears.  It was the perfect ceremony to end this book and the series.  So many different things included here and all perfectly balanced with RJ Scott’s warm scripted narrative, full of heart and intelligence....

....We have seven books to remind us how much we love these two men and their story and we can revisit them as much as we want.  Start at  the beginning and continue on.  It only gets better.  Meet up at Texas Wedding!  Its an ending you will treasure!   I highly recommend them all...."

....RJ is a brilliant author and I can not recommend this book, this series, highly enough.  I perfect ending to a perfect love story...."

Padmes Library - 5/5 - "....This book had me in tears, both from laughing and tenderness, had me fanning myself from hotness, simply put Texas Wedding had me in a jumble of emotion.  I don't really know what to say about Jack and Reily that I haven't already said throughout the series....


....Texas will always be my absolute favorite series in the M/M genre, not only because it was the first I read but because it is superbly written with characters that are interesting, intriguing, and real.  RJ Scott has given us a true gem when she created the world of Jack and Reily Campbell-Hayes...."


Excerpt - Adult content


Chapter One

Jack slid his arms around Riley from behind and pressed his cheek to the space between broad shoulders. He couldn’t stop himself from moving his hands under the soft T-shirt material and caressing the warm skin. Touching Riley was an addiction.

“You all done?” he asked.

Riley turned in Jack’s hold, the laundry in his hands crushing between them.

“It’s like these tiny T-shirts multiply,” Riley groused. “I turn my back for one minute and suddenly there’s another ten of the damn things.”

Jack smiled up at his husband, at the narrowing of his beautiful hazel eyes and the stubborn set of his mouth. Then he released his hold of his waist and instead cradled his face.

“It was your idea to sort out the twins’ old clothes,” he reminded Riley.

“I wanted to box it away….”

“We can do it together at the weekend.”

“I want to do it today—”

“It’s a Tuesday.” Jack interrupted Riley’s reasons why. “I thought you said you had that report to read from Tom?”

Riley huffed a little. “I can’t concentrate.”

“So, you’re sorting clothes?”

“Is that a bad thing?” Riley sounded so defensive.

Jack sighed. “What are you avoiding?”

Riley raised an eyebrow, and Jack couldn’t help but press a kiss to his lips. After all this time together, he had learned these weird domestic chores Riley undertook were usually a way of avoiding things he didn’t want to do. Whether it was Riley’s way of thinking about things, or pure procrastination, Jack didn’t know.

“I have a shareholder meeting the first week of February.” Riley finally said.

“I know. I got the same letter, but I wasn’t planning on going. Why will this be different from any other meeting?” Jack was confused. Hayes Oil meetings were dry and boring, and he’d survived the only two he’d attended by slouching back in a chair directly opposite Riley. He would eat as many of the complimentary mints as he could manage and gently disrupt the meeting by rustling the wrappers. This never failed to make Riley smile. Mostly Jack conned Josh into going, or gave Riley his proxy. Still, when he did go, he loved nothing better than insolently lazing around and being all cowboy in the room full of suits. Inevitably, this led to hot sex with Riley, who couldn’t keep his eyes off Jack throughout the entire meeting.

“I have something to admit,” Riley said with a sigh. He eased himself away from Jack and leaned back against the cabinet. “Dad has appointed this new manager to the team, and we have a history.”

Jack huffed a laugh. “Riley, you have a history with so many people, I lost count.”

Riley looked affronted for a second, but that emotion didn’t slip into a ready smile, so Jack realized this was serious. Jack stood next to Riley and waited for the man he loved, to admit what the hell was going on. In fact, Riley had been weird for a few days: less quick to smile, less easy to poke at, in a hurry to go find a quiet space away from everyone.

“Not like that,” Riley said. “The woman’s name is Charlotte Harrold, and her dad is Josiah.”

Jack nodded. He and Josiah had their own kind of history, one where Josiah had tried courting Donna and failed, where Josiah looked down at Jack, and where Jack refused to give a rat’s ass. The fucker had blocked Hayes Oil on several occasions and didn’t have a high opinion of Riley, nor of Riley and Jack. Add to that, Tom, Riley’s right-hand man at work, had unfortunately had a run-in with Josiah Jr., Charlotte’s brother. Too much history between the Hayes and Harrold families.

“Why would Jim hire her, then?” Jack paused to think about what he knew concerning Charlotte. “I remember her being a bitch with daddy issues.”

Riley shrugged. “I don’t know. I mean, I asked him, and he said she’s good at what she does, and that she’s changed, whatever that means. Oh, and I should give her as much of a chance as people gave me.”

“Cryptic. So you think she’s going to cause trouble.”

Riley looked at Jack sharply. “Hell no. I know her work, and she’ll be an asset. It’s only….”

Jack tensed. “You slept with her.”

“Jesus, Jack,” Riley said instantly. “No way. She was Jeff’s. I mean she and Jeff were having an affair. He called her Charlie, and I damn well walked in on them once. The wedding photos were still wet at the printer’s, and there he was, fucking around on Lisa.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, oh. And we’re going to be in the same room as her. All I can remember is that Jeff was balls-deep in Charlie, and he had his hands—” Riley demonstrated with his hands in front of him in a ring. “—around her neck.”

Jack immediately realized what the problem was. The joined families, whether Campbell or Hayes, had quietly consigned Jeff and everything he had done to something never to be talked about. Riley never shared cute childhood stories where he, Eden, and Jeff were friends; no tales of brotherly misadventures. To Jack’s mind, Jeff had been born a sadistic bastard, and likely there were a lot of stories Riley hadn’t told him about the kind of things Jeff had done to both Riley and Eden.

“Seeing her makes you face what he did,” Jack said. He reached over and held Riley’s hand, lacing their fingers together and squeezing. This was what he did best. He was there for Riley, supporting him, holding him up, knowing as much as he needed to know, and still being there for the man who was his other half.

Riley sighed and bumped shoulders with Jack. “Yeah,” he whispered.

“So your dad doesn’t know that Jeff and Charlie were…?”

“No. I’m sure I’m the only one.”

“Lisa didn’t know?”

Riley squeezed back. “She always knew he was unfaithful, but with Charlie, no, I don’t think so.”

For a second, Jack allowed the words to settle. Lisa was damaged by much more than physical pain. She had a world of hurt where her dead husband was concerned, not least of which was the end result of what he did to her. The secret she carried with her was too awful for Jack to contemplate knowing how she lived with it.

“We don’t see enough of Lisa and the kids,” he said.

That was true. Lisa hadn’t visited in a while. Although to be fair, whenever Jack and Riley organized a family gathering of any sort, they always invited her. She’d moved to San Antonio with her fiancé, Ed, and was building a place for herself and the kids well away from the life she’d had here. Luke was sixteen, Annabelle coming up for nineteen. They weren’t at the ranch as often as Josh’s kids. They had lives of their own, but still, Jack was all about family.

“We’ll get them over, or maybe we’ll go visit them,” Jack said. He wasn’t going to let Riley focus on this one thing to distract himself from the central issue. “Back to the meeting. When you sit there, it will be all business, and if she comes over to talk to you, you smile, nod, and put on the best goddamn Riley act you can.”

“You’re not planning on being there.”

“I hate them,” Jack said, then he felt guilty. Riley was clearly concerned about the meeting, and he should make the effort. “I can try.”

“Don’t say that.” Riley smiled at Jack. “As much as I like it when you do that ‘I don’t care, I’m a hot, dusty cowboy’ thing, I seriously think you should stay away.”

“Yeah?”

Riley looked at him again. This time, the shadows had disappeared from his eyes. “It’s like torture for you.”

“Tell me more about how you like the cowboy thing,” Jack growled.

Riley grinned. “When you push the chair back and you kind of sprawl there, with your thumbs in your belt. You smile and nod when you need to and all I want to do is crawl over the table and ride you right there in the meeting.”

Jack’s cock swelled and pressed against his jeans. Riley’s voice was husky and low and sent every molecule of blood south.

“Jesus, Riley.”

“Sometimes you unwrap those stupid little mints, and you press one to your lips, and then you suck it in.”

“I like the mints.”

“All I can imagine is my cock in your mouth, and I’m so freaking hard I can’t concentrate on the numbers.”

Jack wriggled to get comfortable, and he had to press his free hand to his zip to ease some of the pressure. “Like it’s easy for me,” he muttered. “You in your suit, and those ties you wear, and all I can imagine is ripping it all off, tying you down and fucking you into tomorrow. That’s the only reason I go.”

Riley moved so quickly Jack didn’t have time to draw breath. He straddled Jack and pushed him back on the bed.

“Carol.” Jack mentioned their nanny’s name with the last remaining moments of having the presence of mind. “People…,” he added as a warning, as Riley stole his words with the deepest, dirtiest, messiest kiss he’d had since the last time they’d been in the barn.

Riley pulled back enough so Jack could look into his eyes. “Barn,” Riley said. “Now.”

Riley scrambled up and away, unbuttoning his jeans and adjusting himself. “Now,” he repeated.

With determination, they made it out of the house. Hayley was at school, Max out with Robbie and the horses, the twins were happy with Carol, so they had nothing to stop them. It didn’t matter it was ten in the morning, this was happening.

“Hey, boss,” Robbie called as Jack stepped outside.

Jack stopped so suddenly that Riley had to do some nifty footwork to try not to walk into the back of him. He didn’t quite manage it, and instead they met in a slam of limbs.

“Fuck,” Riley muttered.

“Hi, Robbie,” Jack said. He needed to cover the fact that he was hard and thanked the heavens that Riley had tugged out his shirt.

“Starting on the porch today,” Robbie said. He was carrying a box full of tools. “Lumber got delivered at the ass crack of dawn.” He gestured toward Jack and Riley’s barn, at the wood piled in front of the door.

Fuck. Whose idea was it to get a porch added to the main house?

Yours, you idiot.

Liam was next to him, a saw in one hand and a bucket of nails in the other. Liam didn’t seem to want to stand still, restlessly moving his weight from one foot to the other. Liam still wasn’t entirely comfortable talking to Jack one-on-one, but Jack didn’t have time to think about that now. He’d forgotten that today the lumber was arriving. Jesus. Fuck.

“Good. Riley and I are… inspecting… stuff.” Way to go with the lack of the English language.

“Stuff,” Riley repeated.

Robbie tilted his head a little and damn it if there wasn’t a slight smile on his face. “Okay, boss,” he said, then he and Liam carried on to the old barn and the woodpile.

Jack thought for a moment, then grabbed Riley’s hand, and in the space of a few minutes, they were leaving the ranch house and heading out on horseback. People were around; people were here: visitors to the riding center, people working. Along with kids, nannies, moms, dads, siblings. Hoping to find peace, Jack deliberately turned Solo to the east and into the parts of the ranch he knew Riley hadn’t seen, the rougher parts of the acreage that were fenced off.

Riley followed. Alex was a little skittish this morning until they were in a smooth canter and heading up into the thick, lush grassland to the east of the ranch. Ten minutes of riding, with no talking, and they reached a stand of trees. A small tributary from the main water supply to the Double D house carved through the coppice. It was a typically cool, fresh January day.

Jack dismounted and tied Solo off, grabbing Riley’s hand as soon as Riley had secured Alex. He tugged Riley into the trees, to the one place that Jack knew they would get privacy. In his pocket, his tight pocket, he had lube. He was stripping before they stopped walking, and by the time they reached the smooth grassed area in the shade, he was naked and a trail of clothes lay behind them. Jack hoped to hell there were no armadillos in hiding or snakes waiting to pounce.

Jack attempted to lay out the blanket he’d grabbed as he saddled Solo, but a naked Riley jumped him and tackled him to the ground, and he knew this wasn’t going to be gentle lovemaking. This was going to be raw, and Jack needed the connection like he needed his next breath. He always did.

Riley covered him, pressing him into the grass and the rucked-up blanket, and kissed him. The kisses were more of the same—hot, messy, deep, with no words. This was heat and fire, and Jack rolled so he was on top. He needed something; he wanted Riley in the worst way.

“I want you to fuck me,” Riley demanded.

Jack nearly lost it there and then. Riley asking him to push inside and—

Jack kissed and bit Riley’s nipples, laving them as they pebbled, sucking marks of possession into Riley’s tan skin. In answer, Riley arched up into Jack and, with his nails, dug biting crescents into Jack’s back. They were nothing but sensation, and Jack wanted to claw his way inside Riley.

He swallowed Riley’s cock with no finesse, no gentle licks, nothing soft and slow. Only when Riley slapped at him with a protest that he was close did Jack release the sucking. Without hesitation, he pressed his lubed finger against Riley.

“Tight,” he ordered.

Riley clenched, then released. They’d worked this out—that clenching the muscle was enough for it to loosen. They knew each other that well. Jack pushed in the first finger, letting Riley adjust, waiting until Riley rocked against it, and he never moved it once. More lube, a second finger, a third, and Riley was begging now. Jack swallowed his cock again, as deep as he could, pinning Riley to his fingers and scraping his teeth gently against Riley’s soft skin. Riley pushed him up, forced him away, and curled his spine. Jack went to his knees, using his thighs to position Riley, then pushed inside his lover. The sight of Riley near slamming his head back on the grass and wool, exposing his neck with a groan of pain and need leaving his mouth, was almost too much.

“Riley, fuck,” Jack gasped. He thrust inside, walking a little closer on his knees, stones pressing into his skin. He didn’t care. He was the other part of Riley; they fit like they were meant to be. He didn’t move again but let Riley press, move and writhe and Jack stole kisses all the time. “I love you, I fucking love you. Riley… shit….”

Riley reached up above his head and grasped at tussocks of grass, holding his upper half still, forcing himself down on Jack’s cock his eyes open and intensely focused. “Touch me,” Riley begged when it was obvious he was close.

Jack balanced himself on one arm, reaching for Riley’s cock. The tightening of Riley’s muscles, the ebb and flow of pressure, and Jack was fucking into Riley’s heaving body with a shout of completion. He stilled as Riley groaned, cursed and shot white stripes over his chest.

“I love you, Jack,” Riley forced past his kiss-bitten lips. “Love you.”

They stayed joined, kissing and exchanging heated words of love, until Jack softened enough to pull free. He used his discarded boxers to wipe at the come, knowing that Riley would need more than that after Jack had come inside him. Riley wouldn’t be comfortable, but it didn’t look like he cared for now. He was blissed-out, flat on the ground, half on the twisted blanket and half on the grass.

“I needed that,” Jack murmured. He flopped to lie next to Riley, tugging at the blanket so they were at least both on it. He held Riley’s hand, “You think it will ever stop?”

“What? This?” Riley gestured with his free hand. “Making love under the blue sky in the middle of the morning?”

“No,” Jack said thoughtfully.

Riley turned his head to look at him. “Then what?”

“The burning. To be with you, to want you, to look at you. Think we’ll ever stop?”

Riley smiled, and the smile reached his eyes, which were more green than brown today. “It burns in me as well.”

“Always?”

“Yeah. All the time. It isn’t only making love. It’s sleeping next to you, looking at you, seeing our kids. It’s everything.”

Jack squeezed Riley’s hand. “Hetboy, you’re my everything.”

“Back at ya, cowboy.”



Chapter Two


They lay there for maybe thirty minutes, then laughed and joked as they collected the trail of clothes. It was only as they got dressed that Jack recalled something he’d meant to do before. They could do that something, seeing as they were this side of the ranch.

“Can I show you something?”

Riley twisted his hands around Jack’s neck and locked them in place. “You already did,” he smirked. “Wanna go again?”

“I’m not sixteen anymore,” Jack said, but he kissed Riley and enjoyed the feeling of holding and kissing.

“So what did you want to show me?” Riley finally asked.

Jack climbed onto Solo’s back, and Riley followed suit onto Alex. Together the two men left their little haven of loud sex, and Jack joined a trail up and over to the acres beyond. They came to the stone building quite suddenly. Over a rise in the ground, nestled in a grassy hollow, was the house Jack had called the Ghost House when he was young. He’d done that to freak out Beth, and only because Josh had done the same thing to him, but the Ghost House was what it remained.

“What is it?” Riley looked left and right. “This is still DD land, right?”

Jack tied off Solo. “Yep, all ours.” He waited for Riley to dismount. “Let’s go look.”

The house looked as solid as Jack remembered. “It has its own access road of sorts,” Jack explained with a wave to an overgrown area to the front of the house. “It was the original ranch, or so we think. I’m pulling the records to find out for sure, but it would be way back before the land belonged to my family. Me ’n’ Josh called it the Ghost House.”

“Does it have a resident ghost, then?” Riley teased. “A grizzly old cowboy with chewing tobacco and a six-shooter?”

“We only did it to tease Beth. Didn’t want her up in all our boy’s business when she was little.”

Riley huffed a laugh. “Seriously? Poor Beth.” He stepped closer to the nearest wall and examined the stones. “Seems to me this would be exactly the right place for a ghost.” He looked through the space where there had been a window. “It’s kind of spooky.” He wiggled his fingers at Jack and let out a ghostly wooh, edged with laughter. Jack couldn’t help himself, he immediately pulled Riley close and held him tight. When Riley laughed and teased, Jack fell more in love with his husband.

Riley got with the plan, closing his arms around Jack and holding tight. They stood that way in the place for the longest time until Riley released his tight grip and kissed Jack deeply. They kissed and hugged, and Jack relaxed into Riley’s embrace.

“You okay?” Riley murmured.

Jack nodded. “Just an awful lot of memories in this place, y’know. Sometimes Dad would come out to find us, back when we were real tiny, and he’d play cowboys with us. I remember those days as happy.”

“Before he….”

“Yeah,” Jack finished. “Before the Hayes shit got inside his head and wouldn’t leave him.” Riley stiffened next to him and Jack immediately regretted his words. “I didn’t mean to say that.”

“Yeah,” Riley began softly. “You did, and it’s true. I wish there could be a way I could rewind everything and make it right.”

Jack frowned. What he and Riley had? That was making it right. All of it.

“Riley, we made it right the minute you said you loved me.”

Riley said nothing for the longest time, but when he finally spoke, his words were filled with emotion.

“If there had never been a Hayes-Campbell feud, we wouldn’t be together.”

They kissed again, and this time Jack pushed Riley back against the solid wall and made the kiss mean way more than I love you. He pressed his weight against Riley and felt the exhalation of Riley’s satisfied sigh against his lips. When they finally separated, Jack was so hard, it was like they hadn’t just made love under the trees. He wanted more, and it seemed like Riley did too, judging by how hard he was.

“I can never get enough of you,” Jack said.

Riley cradled Jack’s face. “And I can’t get enough of you.” He looked down at the ground around them. “We could….”

Jack grimaced. “I like the idea of a mattress this time.”

Riley snorted a laugh. “Thank fuck. I was wondering how my knees would survive.”

Jack kissed the laughter from Riley’s lips, then with reluctance he pulled back.

“So tell me about the place,” Riley asked.

“Don’t think it had a dramatic past. Nothing more than it got too small for the family, or they decided they wanted the flatland by where the ranch house is now.”

Riley pressed a hand to the stone. “But it’s old?”

“Yeah. But built to last.” They stepped farther inside, and Jack could see the sky where the roof had long since disintegrated into piles of kindling on the floor. “A new roof, utilities—we could make something of this.”

Riley leaned against an internal doorjamb where once there would have been a door hanging. “Make something of it? You mean us moving here?”

Riley sounded intrigued rather than concerned.

“Not exactly.”

“Tell me what’s on your mind.”

Jack worried at his lip. He’d been having thoughts about this building for a long time. Niggling thoughts that wouldn’t leave him alone. “It’s difficult to explain. Well, not difficult, but it would need investment, maybe more than the riding school, even.”

Riley didn’t appear worried by that. “Go on.”

“You remember when I was in Laredo for the court case?”

“Yeah, of course.” Riley looked puzzled as well he should. Jack was starting this story a long way back.

“I met three men there. Actually one was still a boy. They were the witnesses that were in the dock with Liam in the case against Hank Castille. I put some finances in place, started myself down the road for helping them. Only, it didn’t happen.” This was the difficult part. How would Riley react to what he said next? Jack had dropped the ball because he’d been so wrapped up in Riley and the kidnapping; so much so that everything had gone cold and he’d lost contact with two of the boys.

“Because you had me to worry about.” Riley’s insight into what had happened meant Jack didn’t need to explain. Riley didn’t sound pissed or guilty or any one of a million emotions Jack had considered. He should have had faith in his husband, known that Riley would be above all that now.

“Some,” Jack said.

“I get that. So what do you want to do now?”

“I can’t stop thinking about them. About why, when they were thrown out of their own homes, did they end up at the Triple K? Why had they been drawn to a ranch, then put in such a vulnerable position with Hank Castille, when they were just kids?” He took off his Stetson and ran his hands through his hair. It needed a cut; it was long and ever so slightly irritating. “Clearly they wanted to work on a ranch, and okay, it may have been because ranches have casual help, I get that. But, those three men and Liam, they loved the ranch. So I’m not saying I can fix the whole damn world, but I thought we could offer them a place here.”

Actually that was what he’d been thinking for a long time. Sitting in that courtroom had scarred him. Hank’s abuse of those young men had left a legacy in each of them that had to be so hard. Thankfully Hank had been found guilty and was serving his time. Jack never once hoped that Hank had it easy in prison because he’d grown fond of Liam, the fourth boy he knew had been hurt by Hank. Liam was working on the ranch now, and surely the other three could have work here if they wanted.

“The three men from the trial? There’s always room for more at the D,” Riley said.

Jack nodded. Sometimes he felt like Riley could read his thoughts.

“Maybe those three,” Jack said. “Maybe others. I haven’t thought this through as much as I should have.”

“You mean you want somewhere for kids who have nowhere else to go. A place like the one Steve works at.”

Jack glanced at Riley, saw the thoughtful expression in his hazel eyes. He could do this without Riley because he felt that strongly, but having him backing this play would make Jack’s life a lot easier. No, that wasn’t right. Having Riley love him and support him was what Jack craved.

“I thought we could maybe work with Steve, offer places. I know we give money, but that’s easy for us. I want to do something more proactive and concrete.”

Jack stopped. He thought that maybe he sounded like a bit of an idiot, as if voicing the proactive stuff made it seem like what he could do would make a difference? Kinda arrogant, actually. Doubt crept into his thoughts, and Riley would pick up on that. So he forged ahead positively.

“I got the impression from their testimony that all three wanted to work on the ranch, that’s why it was so easy for Hank to take advantage. They thought they’d landed on their feet, and look at them all now, scarred by what happened to them.” Jack could remember the three witnesses. The oldest, with the ill-fitting clothes, who’d had to be helped from the stand; the middle guy in a designer suit; and the kid who left with Family Services, his expression bleak.

“I don’t know how they survived,” Riley began.

“I’m not sure any of them have. The oldest, Kyle, is working minimum wage, living in this tiny pay-for-the-night room. He won’t take any money, and he won’t talk to me. The other two have disappeared entirely. I only have an address for Kyle.” He shrugged. Gabriel was evading all searches, and Danny went off the grid as soon as he turned eighteen a couple of weeks back.

“Okay, I’m not going to pretend I don’t worry. Have you thought about talking to Steve at the shelter? Maybe get him to use his contacts?”

“Already done. I asked for his help tracing the three of them, and he gave me the name of a couple of PIs, and also put feelers out. They have so many resources already in place.”

“What did Steve think of your ideas?”

Riley still sounded wary. “He calmed me down a lot, talked me out of an all-singing, all-dancing place with answers for everyone. He said to start small and keep him in the loop.”

“So that takes some of the pressure off you?”

“Yes. Off me and off us as a family, but I can’t promise it won’t swallow some of my time.” Jack had to be brutally honest. Otherwise, he’d be trapping Riley into an agreement on something he didn’t really want.

“Okay,” Riley began, “we start by finding the first of your victims.” He frowned as he said that, clearly uncomfortable with the word. “Then we talk to planners and get this place sorted? Or maybe we should do that first?”

Relief filled Jack. Riley was using the we word, and that was good. In fact, Riley was making it sound easy.

“There is one thing, though,” Riley warned. “Not thing, exactly… more person, or people.”

“Liam and Darren,” Jack said.

“Yeah, you need to talk to them about this. They’re part of the ranch now. Liam was another victim, and this is connected to Darren’s fucker of a brother, and Darren’s the first person to want to take the blame on himself….”

Riley knew what it was like to have a bastard for a brother. Unspoken was that Liam was important to them, and Liam was happy with Marcus and would probably want the past left where it was.

“I’ll talk to Liam and Darren,” Jack said. “But just between us here, you’re okay with this?”

Riley looked at him, puzzled. “You sound like you’re asking my permission?” He sounded as confused as he looked.

Jack couldn’t look Riley in the eye. “We already have the kids, and the horses, and the riding school.”

Riley crossed to Jack and held him close.

“I don’t think this will be easy at all. But you have such a big heart, and there’s room for so much more. We’ll manage to juggle it all, somehow.”

Jack hugged him back. “Really?”

“Hell, yeah. So where do we start?”

With that, Riley made everything right.





PRG Award 2015

I was so pleased to be nominated and the good news hit the stands today :)

M/M Contemporary Romance Series 1st place winner

Bodyguards Inc. - R.J. Scott

M/M Romance Novella 1st place winner

For a Rainy Afternoon - R.J. Scott

M/M Contemporary Romance Novel 2nd place winner

Texas Wedding - R.J. Scott (in an Andrew Grey sandwich!)


Thank you to all the wonderful people that voted :) XXXX









Jesse's Christmas is a Recommended Read from December

Prism Book Alliance - 5/5 & a Recommended Read

"Finally, the thing that connected with me the most was the ending. The story was so well written ... I loved their vows of forever. This is how the instant love connection is done right and in a way that is utterly believable and satisfying. And how did the author pull that off you wonder? She made it so the reader participated in the HEA. She allowed Jesse to admit he was scared and that he needed Gabriel’s help in finding and sustaining forever. She allowed the reader to add his or her own take on what that means. She allowed me to add that bit of realism into the ending myself because we all know that forever is not perfect, and this forever admits to that."

Read more about Jesse's Christmas including excerpts, buy links and reviews.

The Decisions We Make

Cover Art by Meredith Russell

The Book

Daniel Keyes is an orphan, fostered by the Walker’s. The product of a lonely childhood, he is thrown into the chaos of the Walker family and into the life of his new foster brother Jamie.

This story is the journey of Daniel and Jamie finding their place in the world. Through Jamie being a victim of hate crime to coming out to family and friends, there are many decisions the boys have to make before they become men.

"....RJ Scott delivers the goods one more time in this quietly stunning beauty. She grabbed my attention on page one and my heart on page two. And never let either one go...."

"....If The Decisions We Make has done anything, it’s proven to me that RJ Scott has definitely found her place in the YA LGBT genre..."

Buy Links - eBook

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Buy Links - Print Book

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Reviews:

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Top 2 Bottom Reviews 4/5 - "....If The Decisions We Make has done anything, it’s proven to me that RJ Scott has definitely found her place in the YA LGBT genre. All the angst, agony, and emotion that make their way into her adult M/M romances translate beautifully with her teenage characters as they struggle to find a place to belong and build a path to happiness on the often turbulent journey to adulthood...."

Rainbow Book Reviews - "....If you like angst-y stories, if the task of growing up in today's world baffles you but you’re curious about the way kids deal with it, and if you think you can survive one heck of an emotional roller coaster ride, then give this book a chance. I don’t think you'll regret it - I certainly didn’t!...." 

A Bear on Books -"....RJ Scott delivers the goods one more time in this quietly stunning beauty.  She grabbed my attention on page one and my heart on page two.  And never let either one go...."

Hearts on Fire Review - 3.5/5 - "....At the end of the story, it left me with a satisfied feeling of Jamie and Daniel’s relationship. It was sweet and resolute. I liked RJ Scott’s writing and will read more from this author in the future...."

Blogger Girls - ""....I thoroughly enjoyed this sweet story of young adulthood and definitely recommned for those who like the sweetness of young discovery.

Overall Impression: I really liked it!...."

Excerpt

"Do you think he loves Star Wars or crappy Transformers like Mark?" Sue Walker looked down at her middle child and smiled at his question. His bright blue eyes shone with excitement, and he hopped from foot to foot. Jamie never actually sat still for anything longer than ten minutes in any one go. Not even when he played video games; he was constantly on the move in his seat.

Jamie was the most laid-back of her children. Nothing ever appeared to faze him. He was comfortable in his own skin—athletic, above average bright, and just a very happy open child. Sue had wanted more children after Megan, he youngest, but an emergency operation after her daughter was born meant no more children for her. That didn’t mean her heart had stopped wanting more though, and when Megan turned two, Jamie nine, and Mark thirteen, that was when she’d spoken to Don about fostering. He agreed immediately. They were financially secure, and Sue wasn’t alone in wanting a large family.

She and Don, her husband of twenty years, had sat all three kids down and explained they wanted to put themselves forward as a foster family. There was no sense in agreeing to care for a new child if her own family was hesitant. Sue was honest with them all, and one by one, her family told her it was a wonderful idea. She couldn’t have been prouder of a single one of them. Mark, her eldest, who asked if they could get a girl with boobs. Her middle boy, Jamie, who needed reassurance he wouldn’t have to share his room. Lastly, her youngest, Megan, who was just worried it would be yet another boy. All three were excited in different ways to add to their family.

So today, it was happening. Their first foster placement would be here soon, and his name was Daniel Keyes. The authorities had explained he was quiet, shy, and a gifted child, one who needed love and attention to make him blossom as a child. Sue had patience and love to spare. She was determined Daniel would be safe here.

"He's only four months younger than you, so I'm sure he will love Star Wars." Wasn’t that what most nine year olds liked at the moment? It was certainly what Jamie loved.

Jamie took the news in stride, and she loved him for it. Feeling secure was never an issue for Jamie Alexander Walker.

"An' he's not staying forever?"

"No. Fostering means he will stay just as long as he needs to until a new family is found for him."

"And I really don't have to share my room?"

"No. Dad is setting up a bed in the spare room."

The wide grin that Jamie gave her was confirmation enough he was happy about that situation. She only hoped her other two were as easy to win over. Daniel, the boy they were going to be given, was an orphan. He’d lost his father to cancer and his mother to apparent suicide. He was going to be more than a little lost and lonely nine-year-old, and it would be Jamie's good nature that took the brunt of any emotional problems Daniel might have. Being the same age meant the same class at school and similar interests.

"So the only thing he'll use is the den?" Jamie looked up at her. The den was Jamie's domain, where Vader battled with Luke and Han flew to the rescue. Sue nodded and then dropped to her knees in front of Jamie. The den had been taken over by the arrival yesterday of a piano.

"Daniel plays a piano, and apparently, he is very good at playing it. It will be good for him to have something he can have here that is his." She subsided into thought at the worry of just how damaged Daniel might be by everything he had seen in his short life.

"I'm really excited about him coming. Please don’t be sad," Jamie offered gently. Sue realized her son had picked up on her sudden quiet mood, and she hugged him tight. He might be a bundle of excitable drama, but under it all, he really was the most sensitive of her kids.

"I'm fine, sweetie. Are you going to meet him at the door with me?"

"How long is it gonna be?"

"Ten minute’s time."

"'Kay, Mom. I'm going to check his room has make sure it has some more good stuff in it."

Mark was away at football practice, and Megan was at a party for a friend. It was just her and Don and Jamie. Jamie was back at her side, peering out through the frosted glass of the front door. He couldn’t keep still and was again hopping from foot to foot with excitement.

"Calm down, sweetie; Daniel is kind of shy," she warned him.

"Okay, Mom, I’ll try." If Jamie had any faults, it was that he had an overabundance of confidence, enthusiasm, and general all round hyperactivity. They weren’t a family that could be labeled as quiet by any stretch of the imagination. They were a boisterous crowd, but social services said that would be good for Daniel, and when Sue was handed Daniel’s file, her heart just melted.

The car pulled up, and a short boy, dark hair flopping over his eyes, a bag clutched in long fingers, stepped out of the car and stood uncertainly, looking up at his new house. He spotted Sue, and a small smile crossed his face, then he turned, exchanging words with his companion, before nodding and holding onto her hand. He lowered his head as he neared the door, not lifting it even as Sue welcomed his placement officer and him in. He just scuffed his feet on the doormat.

"Hello, Daniel," Sue said brightly. She noticing her son had stopped hopping from foot to foot and instead was staring at the new visitor. She could feel him visibly bristling with excitement but trying to keep it inside.

"’Lo," came the soft reply, still no eye contact.

"Why don’t you let Jamie show you your room, Daniel?" Daniel lifted his gaze, his gray eyes filled with an expression of fear. Sue wanted to say something clever to dispel the young boy's fears, but Jamie interrupted in his usual take-no-prisoners fashion.

"Yeah, Daniel, come with me and see. We got like painted bits, and posters, and I didn’t know what you was bringin’, but I put like loadsa books in your room and some Star Wars stuff and some trading cards. I mean they're the ones I have two of, but you know you can always swap ’em if you already have ’em, and I’ve also got like this second controller for you to play with me. Come on. Quick."

Jamie grabbed at Daniel’s arm, just reaching farther as Daniel backed away a bit startled at the touch, and giving him no chance to argue, Jamie dragged him up the stairs.


LASR - 2013 Best Book of the Year Poll

The Case Of The Wicked Wolf, written with Amber Kell, is up for book of the year over at Long and Short Reviews.

So proud that it made it to the final and it's up against some really awesome books.

We're a very small fish in a very big pond in this awards vote but if you enjoyed Hartman and Danjal then please go vote...

http://www.longandshortreviews.com/book-reviews/horror/2013-best-book-of-the-year-poll/

RJ X 

The Book

Naiads, humans, sirens and a challenge for Alpha make up the intricate story in the race to rescue the missing children.

Sam and Bob have more than just the case of one lost child to handle. Not only is Shelby Hartman missing, but other paranormal children have disappeared. The race to rescue the children is hampered by naiads, humans, sirens and a challenge for Alpha.

Hartman Hunter is desperate to find his daughter. He turns to the demon Danjal Naamah for help. The problem is that Danjal is the only person Hartman has ever loved—the man he let go for the sake of the pack…

Click here for reviews, buy links and excerpt.


Love Romance Cafe Award Announcements

I was just so happy to be nominated in three categories in amongst so many wonderful authors and books. I am doubly stoked to have won the following:

Category: Best Western Book


Runner Up: RJ Scott’s Crooked Tree Ranch (Totally Bound)

Read more about Crooked Tree Ranch (Montana, Book 1)

Category: Best Couple in a Book

Honorable Mention: Jack & Riley from RJ Scott’s Texas Family

Read more about Texas Family (Texas #4)


LR Cafe's 'Best of 2013' Award -Voting now open

Voting is now open:

LoveRomancesCafe/polls/poll/2487918

You have to be a member to vote but it's easy to sign up. There are lots of MM books in there to vote for!

* * * * *

I have been nominated in three categories in the LR Cafe's 'Best of 2013' Award... *dances and thank you for whoever nominated me...*

Voting will run from January 20th to 24th, 2014. It runs from midnight to midnight est (USA) time.
Announcement of Winners will be on January 28th 2014 at Noon pm est (USA) on the LR Cafe Yahoo Group and on the LR Cafe Facebook Group. 

Best Western Book nominees (Vote here):
  • RJ Scott’s Crooked Tree Ranch (Totally Bound)
  • Amanda McIntyre’s Rugged Hearts (Decadent Publishing)
  • LB Shire’s The Damned (Breathless Press)
  • Cathryn Fox’s A Cowboy’s Way (Entangled Publishing)
  • Sandy Sullivan’s Trouble with a Cowboy (Secret Cravings Publishing)
Best Cowboy in a book (Reader's Choice) Nominees (Vote Here):
  • Jack from RJ Scott's Texas Heat
  • Kade Dalton, Her Uniform Cowboy, Donna Michaels
  • Chase Tamara Hoffa Chasing love
  • Chase Grayson in THE CHASE by Erin O’Quinn
  • Bodie from Mr Unlucky by BA Tortuga at Resplendence
  • Boone Gallagher from Jean Brashear’s Texas Secrets
  • Will, Chaps and Hopes by Bailey Bradford
  • Trace Rooks in Becky McGraw's Trouble with the Law
  • Raphael - Eternal Lovers - Sekhmet's Guardians Book 1 - V.S. Nelson
  • Joel Young, Make Mine a Cowboy
  • Cody McBride from Cheyenne McCray's Hot for You
  • Cord Dixon in Santa Wore Spurs, from Hope for Christmas by Becky McGraw
  • Wade Hawkins in Shanghaied Bride by L.B Shire
Best Couple in a book (Reader's Choice) Nominees (Vote Here):
  • Jack and Riley from Rj Scott's Texas family 
  • Commander Thane Austen and Kayla Banks of Code Name: Ghost by Natasza Waters (SCP)
  • Mike Cross Emma Brody (Emma's Alpha Amanda Clark) (SCP)
  • Michael McCree and Simon Hart, Heart to Hart (The Gaslight Mysteries), Erin O’Quinn
  • Taylor O'Brian and Robb Van Horn in POINTS ON A CURVE by Diane Nelson
  • Bodie and Addie in Mr Unlucky by BA Tortuga
  • Bob and Jane from The Vril Codex by Ben Manning
  • Royce O’ Bannon and Cleantha Arnaud from Dorothy Bell’s The Reprobate
  • Joe and Olly, Reaching the Edge by L M Somerton
  • Heather and Storm from Hesitant Desire by Barbara Donlon Bradley (Phaze)
  • Jake and Graceann in A GROOM FOR CHRISTMAS by Cara Marsi
  • Aron and Libby McCoy from I'll Remember You by Sable Hunter
  • Nick and Devon from SEAL the Deal by Sharon Hamilton
  • Reed Savage and Kara Sinclair of Christmas in Savage Bay by Ann Lawrence
  • Chaz Duncan and Megan Davis from If I Loved You by Jean C. Joachim (SCP)

LASR Best Book of 2013 poll - The Case Of the Wicked Wolf



Mine and Amber's book, The Case of the Wicked Wolf received a "BEST BOOK" rated review last year and earned a spot in the LASR Best Book of 2013 poll.



The voting will run from February 1 through 14, ending at midnight Eastern time on February 14.

So excited. I will post links when they are ready...






Mrs Condit Author of December 2013 - Finalist

I have been nominated for the Author of the month award over at Mrs Condit & Friends and I found out today that I made the final... *dances*

I am so pleased to be on the list with some awesome names, even more so when this award is reader voted.

Thanks guys for putting me through to the final. Go see and vote for whoever your favourite is...

http://mrsconditreadsbooks.com/index.php/?p=16991

Finalists:
  • Rj Scott for "Texas Heat", "The Heart of Texas", and "Texas Christmas"
  • The Pulp Friction crew: Havan Fellows, Lee Brazil, Laura Harner, Tom Webb for Odd Man Out.
  • Rhys Ford for Fish and Ghosts.
  • Andrew Grey for "A Lion in Tails"
  • B.g. Thomas for "Grumble Monkey and the Department Store Elf"
  • Shira Anthony for "Encore"
  • Richard Natale for "The Muscle House"
  • Sandrine Gasq Dion for "A Marked Man"
  • Posy Roberts for "Fusion"
  • Josh Lanyon for "Kickstart"
Edited to show it is 2013 NOT 2012... thanks Jens for pointing that out... ROFL... :)


Paranormal Romance Guild 2013 Reviewer's Choice Awards - five nominations...

Link to vote: 2013 Reviewers Choice Awards

Voting now open:

I am so pleased to announce that some of my books have made the Reviewer's Choice finals with the Paranormal Romance Guild.

Some are my own books (Ellery/Supernatural Bounty Hunters) the other ones are with Amber Kell.

I am incredibly proud to be included in among so many amazing authors including Chris Quinton whom I adore muchly... :)



Books included in the awards include:

Best M/M Series (Ellery / End Street)
Best Paranormal / Fantasy Romance Novella (Vampire Contract / Cupid Curse)
Best M/M Romance Novella (Carpenter/Actor)

Best M/M Series (Ellery / End Street)

Nominees:

Ellery Mountain - R.J. Scott
End Street Detective Agency - R.J. Scott & Amber Kell

Chances (Pulp Friction) - Lee Brazil
Falling Sky - L.A. Witt
Knight (Pulp Friction) - T.A. Webb
Love Means... - Andrew Grey
Market Garden - L.A. Witt & Aleksandr Voinov
Promised - Amy Lane
Sinners - Rhys Ford
The Good Fight - Andrew Grey
The Renfrew Files - Chris Quinton
Triple Threat (Pulp Friction) - L.E. Harner
Wicked (Pulp Friction) - Havan Fellows

Best Paranormal / Fantasy Romance Novella

Nominees:

Death Dealer - Ashley Robertson
Love's Red Heart - Virginnia de Parte
Soul Mates - Sandy Wolters
The Bodyguard's Vow - Regan Black
The Case of the Cupid Curse - R.J. Scott & Amber Kell
The Vampire Contract - R.J. Scott
Wolf's Fire - Dicey Grenor

Best M/M Romance Novella

Nominees: 

City Mouse - Amy Lane & Aleks Voinov
Covet Thy Neighbor - L.A. Witt
Let's Hear it for the Boy - T.A. Webb
Quid Pro Quo - L.A. Witt & Aleksandr Voinov
Second Chances Are - Lee Brazil
The Broken Road Cafe - T.A Webb
The Carpenter and The Actor - R.J. Scott
Wicked Bindings - Havan Fellows
Wicked Guidance - Havan Fellows

The 2013 PRG Reviewer's Choice Awards will open for public voting today - 1/6/14 and remain open until 5pm (est) Sunday 1/12/14

Winners will be announced Monday 1/13/14

It's not the winning... it's being noticed...


I've been nominated for a few categories over at the MM Goodreads group.

2013 Member's Choice Awards (you have to be a member to view)

I don't really interact over there as I run out of time so it is doubly nice to be remembered by those that do. I am not expecting to win anything but it is the taking part in this case!

I was nominated for things like...

Best Sex Scene Ch 11 of Texas Family, Jack and Riley in the barn

Best Series - Texas

Best Series - Sanctuary

Favorite All Time M/M Romance Book - The Heart Of Texas

Best Cowboys - Texas Family

Best Established Couples - Jack and Riley

Best Medical Professionals - The Paramedic and the Writer

Feels very proud of myself... :)


Top Ten Authors of 2013 at All Romance E-Books


I'm not sure for which book this would be... maybe Texas Family? But, YAY! I made the top ten authors of 2013 list on All Romance. The last time that happened was for The Christmas Throwaway which was the single best selling book on ARe for 2010. I even have a trophy to prove it...

Good to see my friends Amber and Steph on there as well! And also Kim Dare who lives a few hours away from me!

*Snoopy Dance*

[EDIT] I guess it could be for New York Christmas from last year... That came out in December and it may well run from December to December... :)


Winning an award!


An honourable mention to Scott/Brown/Quinton for the Fitzwarren Inheritance from the Paranormal Romance Guild.

I so enjoyed writing book 2... and I think we may do something like this again...

The Texas Series - Awards Nominations


Nominated for the MM Goodreads awards 2012


Favorite All Time M/M Series - Texas by RJ Scott

Favorite All Time M/M Romance Book - The Heart of Texas

Favorite All Time M/M Character(s) - Jack and Riley - The Heart of Texas

VOTING HERE

I am so damn thrilled that The Heart Of Texas, Jack & Riley, and the entire Texas Series have been nominated in three separate categories on the MM Goodreads group.

Thank you to whoever nominated them.

HUGS from the Campbell-Hayes (Jack and his hetboy)

Oh and me, Rj, xxxxx



Nomination - Favourite All Time M/M Author

Nominated for the MM Goodreads awards 2012

VOTING HERE

I am so excited to have been nominated for the Goodreads M/M Romance award for Favourite All Time M/M Author... I look at the list and I am surrounded by the most awesome authors... I can't stop smiling... it's a cliche but I am honoured just to be nominated... thank you to whoever nominated me.

Hugs RJ XXX


5 chocolate dipped strawberries for The Christmas Throwaway


The story is everything that I wanted in my Christmas read. Good people that do good things – nothing over the top – nothing unbelievable just a simple story about an act of kindness from a wonderful family. Huge kudos to RJ for keeping it real – this is a Christmas story first and foremost– not an erotic romance.

The romance comes much later in the story but well worth the wait. If you believe there are good people in the world and you want to read a Christmas story that just leaves you with a happy feeling in your heart then I strongly suggest that you pick RJ Scott’s The Christmas Throwaway.

5 chocolate dipped strawberries!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


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Nominated for seven categories... *dances*


Woke up to the awesome news that I have been nominated in several categories in the Goodreads MM group Member's choice awards... The voting is HERE.

I was nominated in the following categories: 

Favorite All Time M/M Series - Texas by RJ Scott

Favorite All Time M/M Author - RJ Scott

Favorite All Time M/M Romance Book - The Heart of Texas

Favorite All Time M/M Character(s) - Jack and Riley - The Heart of Texas

Best Couple/MCs - Christian and Daniel - New York Christmas

Best Comtemporary Story - A Better Man (with Jaime Reese)

Best Gay/Out for You Story - The Decisions We Make

Festive Holiday Book Of The Year

The Christmas Throwaway has won *Festive Holiday Book Of The Year* at Kelly's Place for Words...

Thank you so much Kelly...

See the full list here

Kelly said - "Total tear jerker, one of the best holiday theme books I've read in a long time."

Buy Link

The Christmas Throwaway

Cover Art by BitterGrace

The Book

Christmas is a time for giving - what do you do when no one gives a damn?

For Zachary Weston Christmas means sleeping on a churchyard bench in the freezing snow with nothing better in his future. Thrown out of his home for being gay, he is left without money or, it seems, anywhere to go. Until a stranger shows him that some people do give a lot more than a damn.

Ben Hamilton is a rookie cop in his small home town. He finds a young throwaway, fresh from the city, sleeping on a bench in the churchyard on a snowy Christmas Eve. Can he be the one to give Zachary his own Christmas miracle?

"....‘The Christmas Throwaway' is a charming, heart warming love story about second chances, overcoming obstacles, and the importance of a loving, supportive family. I'd highly recommend this book to anyone in the mood for a sweet story which will not only leave you feeling good, but will also remind you to count your blessings...."

Buy Links - eBook

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Buy Links - Print Book

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Buy Links - Audio Book

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Reviews

MM Goodbook Reviews  - 5/5 - "....I think this is one of the best Christmas stories I’ve read. Everything about this book screams PERFECT and it really made my day even if the start of the story was horribly sad...."

Bookwenches  - 4.25/5 -  "....Ms. Scott proves to have a deft hand with emotion, and she pulls our hearts into this story. Zach’s sense of abandonment and betrayal by his family, his fear, his moments of panic at feeling trapped lend an almost agonizing sadness. But there are also moments of warmth and joy, of lighthearted sibling rivalry and fugly Christmas sweaters that are sweetly funny. Sexual, or even romantic, tension takes a back seat throughout most of the story, because Zach is a child at the beginning and needs to both heal and grow up before he and Ben can have a relationship...."

Print Book - Click cover to enlarge
The Hope Chest Reviews - 4.5/5 - "....From the moment I first read the synopsis and excerpt of The Christmas Throwaway, I was drawn into the story and wanted to know more. I was almost positive I would enjoy it, even though at the time I had never read a male/male romance, and I have to say it did not disappoint...."

Rainbow Book Reviews  -  "....The Christmas Throwaway' is a charming, heart warming love story about second chances, overcoming obstacles, and the importance of a loving, supportive family. I'd highly recommend this book to anyone in the mood for a sweet story which will not only leave you feeling good, but will also remind you to count your blessings...."

GLBT Bookshelf - 4.25/5 - "....Ms. Scott’s writing style is clear and descriptive. Her characters are believable and interact in a manner that feels quite natural, and her imagery is vivid enough to pull the reader right into the setting. In fact, the scene she sets at the beginning of the story brings the cold to such chilling life that although I was warm and comfortable as I read, I was tempted to shiver along with Zach. I could almost feel the ache in his body from the extreme cold...."

Joyfully Reviewed - "....The Christmas Throwaway is the Happily Ever After tale that everyone wishes for. There is a sense of compassion and hope against overwhelming odds – a teen that’s all but given up, holding on by a thread.  Told with a skilled and delicate touch, The Christmas Throwaway manages to give readers that ‘feel good’ story without falling into overkill or maudlin, unrealistic tripe.  Zach is the real deal with his emotions everywhere at once, while Ben is the knight in shining armor without seeming too good to be true.  The fact that there’s chemistry between them only adds to the tension and it too is tastefully handled here.  The Christmas Throwaway will give you that heartwarming glow, promise.  I Joyfully recommend The Christmas Throwaway!..."

Audio Cover
Mrs Condit & Friends - 5/5 - "....The Christmas Throwaway by RJ Scott is a character driven story that highlights the all-too-common tragedy of kids being thrown out of their homes by their families for being gay. With a smooth plot flow, and a backstory that fills in the gaps, you can’t help but be pulled into this sad, yet ultimately hopeful tale. The author’s style is eloquent, insightful, and concise, and pulls back the curtain on a subject all too many people want to pretend doesn’t exist. This lovely Christmas tale has a HEA ending that I absolutely loved. So if you’re looking for a story that skillfully blends heartache and hope, then I definitely recommend this book to you...."

Boy Meets Boy Reviews - Natasha - 4.5/5 - "....The writing, in my opinion, was terrific. I felt drawn in, brought into a warm, welcoming place, and held there for the few hours I read the book. This isn’t my first R.J. Scott book, and it very likely won’t be my last either...."

The Blogger Girls - Audio Review - 4.5/5 - "....Sean Crisden is a favorite narrator of mine, and he does a nice job with this as well. There are no over-the-top voices, but everyone is nicely differentiated. Sean’s voice allows you to sink into the story, know who is who without reading along, and his “emoting” is always appropriate.

I give the narration 4.5 of 5 stars as well...."

Audio Excerpt of The Christmas Throwaway




Written Excerpt

Chapter 1: The First Christmas

"Hey! You can't sleep here."

Zachary Weston had closed his eyes and let sleep pull him under. The simple fact was that sheer exhaustion meant he couldn't physically stay awake any longer. Sleep came quickly, the sleep of the desperate man, despite the furious aching pain in his lower back. He had pushed on through the pain for the last week. Ironically the ice and frigid temperatures, whilst freezing his extremities, helped ease the aching.

Behind his eyes he saw a crackling fire in an iron grate, the red and gold flames casting a beautiful light throughout a room decorated for Christmas. A tree stood tall in the far corner, its sparkling fairy lights, colored tinsel, and baubles catching and glinting random colors.

"You can't sleep here."

Presents were scattered and piled, haphazard and thoughtless in their arrangement, for there were so many. Books and songs and warm clothes sat in wrapped paper, festooned with silver and gold bows, his name scrawled in gold on a fair share of them.

"Hey, you can't sleep here."

Outside the window it was snowing, not a blizzard, but soft fat flakes, which fell in a mesmerizing dance to join the soft shapes already hiding the mature garden from view. The cold meant the outside of the windows were frosted with creeping white tendrils that drew random patterns on the icy glass and reflected the colored lights from the tree.

"Hey…"

Zach bent down, picking up the first present, looking back at his mom. She was smiling and happy to see her son so excited, sharing nods of understanding with his dad. They both had so much love in their eyes.

"Hey!"

Someone was speaking to him from outside the room, but he couldn't see who. That didn't matter, because if he concentrated hard, he could focus on the gifts. He shivered, cold seeping into him, and unconsciously he moved himself closer to the fire, frowning when, if anything, the heat near him diminished. Stupid fire. He took his next gift, pulled at red and silver paper and uncovered the softest of sweatshirts, thick and warm and smooth, in a startling blue that his momma said matched his eyes. Despite the fire, he was still so damn cold, and quickly he pulled it over his head, the heat of the soft material on his frost-chilled skin comforting and warm. He smiled as he was as wrapped with affection and love and the sparks of a family Christmas as he was with the sweater.

"You can't sleep here."

Zach started. The voice from outside the room was suddenly right in his ear and the last vestiges of his dream nothing more than suggestions in his head. Abruptly, his eyes snapped wide open and, after a second, focused on the source of the words. Zach actually saw very little beyond the sudden blur of a silver badge and the navy blue uniform, and then focused on the speaker's eyes. They were flinty hard in the streetlight, and there were small puffs of white hanging in the air, created by the man's breath. Shit! Somehow someone had seen him and reported him, or the cop had spotted him. He was being moved on again. He pulled at the thin jacket that covered him, a memory of soft blue material flashing into his head and disorientating him momentarily.

Zach had so hoped to avoid the law, cautiously optimistic that the churchyard might be a place of sanctuary on Christmas Eve.

"Sorry," he said quickly, scrambling to his feet as fast as he could manage, which wasn't entirely that fast considering the aching cold that seemed to split his very bones in two. He cursed as his blanket fell from his numb hands and landed in the snow at his feet. That was the only warmth he had, a threadbare piece of material he had stolen from Goodwill when the woman in charge turned her back. And now the damn thing was going to be wet.

Still, there was no time to worry about that; the cop wanted him moved on. He leaned down to pick it up, only to see the ground spinning up to his face at an alarming speed. Strong arms stopped him from face-planting in the snow, but he twisted out of them quickly. The man might be a cop, might wear a badge, but no one touched him. Zach knew what men could want from the child he still was. He wasn't stupid, and he had dodged enough of it in the city.

"How old are you?" the cop asked, looking concerned and very much in authority.

"Eighteen," Zach lied quickly. He took a step back until his thighs hit the back of the bench he had been resting on. The cop stepped with him, looming large despite being a few inches shorter than Zach, his face creased in a frown.

"How old are you really?" the cop persisted, his expression calm, his voice low and curious.

Zach bit his lower lip, feeling the hot blood against his tongue, the shivering inside him starting to manifest in shakes he knew even the cop would see. Carefully Zach lifted the blanket, damp and ice cold, trying to create a barrier between himself and the police officer with the intense gaze.

"Seventeen," Zach finally said, willing his teeth to stop chattering, "but I'll be eighteen in a few days." He added the last bit, giving the cop an out. He wanted to add just leave me alone, I won't hurt anyone.

"Ben Hamilton," the cop said softly, holding his hand out as if he wanted to shake Zach's. Zach was confused, waiting for the glint of cuffs, uncertain, and he dug his hands deeper in the wet blanket he was holding. The cop, this Hamilton, didn't move his hand, just held it firm and steady. Finally Zach thrust his cold hand out, the texture of the officer's leather gloves soft and strange beneath his touch.

"Zach," he introduced himself softly, remembering not to mention his surname. The cop didn't push him on it, just nodded and pulled his hand away.

"So, Zach, what's happened to you? Why are you lying on the bench at the Church of St. Margaret on Christmas Eve?"

The officer wasn't shouting; he was asking quietly, but Zach immediately started to go on the defensive. There was a concerned twist to the cop's mouth, and he had narrowed his eyes as he asked.

"I…" Zach stopped, assessing the lies he could spin, thinking of the stories he had used to persuade people to leave him alone. Nothing crystallized as right for this moment in time. There was something to this cop, a man who seemed not much older than he was, an officer who wasn't a city cop, but a small town cop. He wouldn't be part of the system the same way as the cops in the city who said he should go home. I don't have a home. Maybe… maybe he should tell him the truth?

"I can't be at home right now," he said finally, wincing as the cop's gloved hand traced the bruises over his left eye and down his jaw line.

"Who did this to you, Zach? Did this happen here in this town?" The officer's words spun a safe haven for sharing secrets, soft, insistent and not very cop-like. Zach shied away instantly from the gentle touch, an icy blade of uncertainty pinching his skin as he contemplated being in the dark church grounds on his own with this man. He seemed friendly enough, but what if it was just another act? Cautiously, and trying not reveal his intentions, he looked to his left and then to his right. If he was going to run, he needed a head start and being held or cornered would take that head start away. To the right, dense foliage blocked an exit, to the left was the gate to the churchyard and the shadowy grave stones. That was his best bet. He shifted his weight to his right foot, ready in a moment to push himself away and to vault the gate. His leg shook with the added pressure, and he knew he would probably fall at the first hurdle. Still, any plan offered more hope than no plan.

"I fell," he said firmly, the same line he had used for most of his life, the same line that earned him looks that ranged from pity to doubt. When he had said those words to people from organizers at the soup kitchen, to cops on the corner, to the owner of the homeless hostel, he had been sworn at, propositioned, cried at, or pushed away in disgust. He wasn't expecting much from another man in authority.

"Uh huh." The officer didn't push for any more information, just nodded at the simple statement and took a step back and away. He spoke directly into his radio. "I'm heading home now. It was nothing to worry about at the church." Static broke the calm of the snow-deadened air, and a tinny voice acknowledged the radio message with a series of codes and a single name, Ben. The cop looked back at Zach, and Zach gauged that now the cop was two steps away from him, heading for the gate would be easier. "You can't sleep here. I'll find you a room for tonight, and we'll deal with the rest in the morning."

Zach's eyes widened. He wasn't going anywhere with any stranger, not unless he was under arrest. This cop was going to find him a room? Probably some out of the way no-tell motel. Shit. No way this side of never was that happening. He had barely got away with his life two nights before from a proposal far more wrapped in the suggestion of hope than what the cop was giving him. Zach was so past being gullible.

Pulling himself to his full height, he thinned his lips in determination. He was not swapping one hell for another, not a chance.

"No. Thank you, but, no, I have to… go to the station for the train." He tried not to let hopelessness into his voice, attempted to sound self-assured around the chattering of his teeth. He sounded out the words in his head, and he knew exactly what he was saying. He clearly had some sort of purpose for being on the bench in the snow on Christmas Eve and the cop should respect that. It was a free country.

"Okay, Zach," the cop sighed, "we can do this one of two ways. It's late, and it is the night before Christmas. I really want to go home to be with my family and you are kind of making this all very difficult. Now you can come with me, get a decent meal, a shower and maybe some warmer clothes and then you can sleep for the night in a warm bed. This can be all your own choice, or I can make it official and arrest you, then force you to go."

Zach heard every word, looked around desperately, at the small church, the graveyard, the bench, at the snow, and back at the really young-looking cop in front of him. He was so screwed. The ice beneath his feet had climbed his long limbs, bringing with it insistent pain. The strength in his legs was failing. He had run for so many days, managed to keep ahead of everything and everyone, and he only had two more days until he could stop running. Why was it that his body was choosing now to give up?

"So," the cop continued, "I haven't got all night. I really don't want to spend my Christmas Eve standing over your frozen body and explaining your death to the medical examiner. So your choice is?"

He didn't have a choice. This was a no-choice situation. He knew it, and the cop knew it. He straightened as best he could, the pain in his lower back burning back to its usual level, despite the cold of the bench that had started to numb the tenderness slightly.

"Okay," Zach said quietly. After all this was a cop. How could it be wrong to want to be warm for just one night? "Not a cell?" he asked cautiously.

Officer Hamilton turned on his heel to start walking away from the bench.

"Nope, not a cell."

"You promise?" Damnit! Could he sound more like a kid? Way to come off as a responsible adult who had control of his life. Not.

The cop stopped and looked back at him, pushing his hands into the pockets of his thick jacket. Zach found himself looking at it enviously.

"I promise." He turned, clearly expecting Zach to follow, which he did. He stumbled on the icy path, in the same thin sneakers he had been thrown out with only one week ago. He cursed under his breath that the cop's boots afforded him a grip on the snow and that he had to scrabble to keep up. It was humiliating to stumble-trip his way like a pathetic lost puppy behind the cop. At the same time, Zach admitted to himself that he couldn't outrun the cop if he decided to act on the impulse to just get the hell away from the man in uniform. So he followed as best he could.

They walked in silence for little more than ten minutes on the cold empty streets, past a town square and a clock built into the wall of a small library. It told him the time was eleven-thirty. The cop stopped at the small convenience store with the Closed sign in the door, checking the door and peering into the emptiness inside. Zach just watched, scuffing his sneaker against a ridge of ice on the sidewalk. Then the cop led Zach towards a house at the end of a row of similar houses. The drapes had been left open and Zach could see the tree standing in the window, its Christmas lights welcoming them as they tramped up the cleared pathway. Officer Hamilton let himself in, stamping snow off his boots by the front door and gestured for Zach to follow.

Zach hesitated. He could feel the warmth inside, see the soft lights, the homeliness of a Christmas-trimmed home. Still, this cop was asking him to enter a house. No one would know Zach had gone into the house. With the cop. With a stranger.

"Ben?" The voice was soft, and a woman appeared from somewhere inside the brightly lit hall, stopping at the cop's side. She was small and neat and wore a concerned looked on her face. She reminded him of his own mom, without the whipped, exhausted look she always seemed to carry. "What's wrong?" The cop stripped off his jacket and hung it on a peg, taking off gloves and pulling off heavy boots.

"We have a guest for Christmas, Mom," he replied softly, beckoning Zach through the front door and, as if in a dream, lulled in part by the woman's voice, Zach stepped over the threshold. The warmth against his frozen skin was prickle-hot and painful, and he blinked at the sudden change in his body as the door shut behind them. A momentary twist of fear made his stomach ache. He hadn't been shut inside by doors for a week and being there felt like a prison as quick as you could say cozy interior.

The cop, Ben, guided him into a side room where a fire hissed in the grate, the tree stood near the window, and presents lay in casual disarray at the foot of it. Zach got his first real look at the man who had pulled him in from the churchyard. He was a slight bit shorter than Zach, solid and muscled with dark hair and hazel eyes. His uniform looked good on him, fitted him close and neat. Zach hated uniforms. The cop didn't look official like the security in the city parks or the shadowed doorways he had been sleeping in. He didn't look harried or suspicious or hard. It unnerved Zach to be faced with this contradiction in his mind.

"This is Zach. He needs some clothes and somewhere to sleep tonight." Ben's voice was deep and certain. He didn't make excuses for bringing a stranger to his momma's house, and in return, she didn't seem all that angry. What kind of Stepford soap-opera house was this?

"Hello, Zach." He winced at the soft words from the cop's mom. "Go and clean up and I'll warm up some soup." She didn't wait for his yes or no, but at that point, the thought of a clean bathroom, an actual toilet, and maybe a shower was enough to make Zach weep. "Ben, show Zach to the bathroom, get him a razor and some towels, and maybe dig out some of your sweatpants, dear." She smiled at him then, but Zach was disorientated, exhausted, and in pain. It was all he could do just to stay on his feet, let alone form words or even return the smile.

The next hour was a daze of heat and water in the shower, the door locked against anyone who might attempt to push their way in. The razor scraped away the thin straggly stubble on his face. He hadn't used a toothbrush in a week, and the new toothpaste and brush cleaned up his teeth as he stared into the small fogged mirror over the sink. Zach finally felt sanitary for the first time in at least seven days.

The last time he had managed to clean himself up was two days ago in the bus station waiting room, and the water in the basin had been suspiciously brown. He'd had a ticket out of the city in his pocket, as far as his eighteen dollars and twenty cents would take him. For his own safety, he had needed to get out of Harrisonburg. God knows where the road would take him, but as he had traced a finger along the I81 on the large map on the wall, he had hoped that he could maybe get as far as Winchester. That is where his second cousins lived, and maybe they would take him in until after New Year's.

The assistant behind the glass hadn't actually laughed at him, but she made it clear he would be lucky to get halfway in that casual way only adults selling tickets could manage. He had taken what he could get. Ended up here in God-knows-where, Virginia, halfway to safety.

He stared at himself dispassionately in the full-length mirror on the back of the bathroom door. His body always verged on too skinny, as he grew tall so quickly, but now his frame was just gaunt. His tired eyes and gray-tinged skin made the thinness even more noticeable. At least his hair was clean, the blond dark with water and combed back away from his face. His blue eyes seemed to be popping out of his face. They were bloodshot and smudged underneath with gray, and the purpling bruises along the edge of the sockets didn't help matters. He looked pathetic. He felt pathetic.

The cop had left him sweats that were a little short for his long thin frame, but they were warm, dry, and felt wash-worn and soft on his clean skin. He pulled on a t-shirt, then a sweatshirt over his towel-dried hair and finally looked back again at the mirror in the bathroom, tears unbidden in his eyes. For the first time in days, Zach was really seeing himself in something other than a shop window. He knew he had lost a lot of weight, could feel it in jeans that refused to sit right, but in the mirror he saw a shadow of himself, beaten, exhausted, and so damn skinny.

He looked like a stereotypical street kid, and it scared him that in such a short time he had gone from normal teenager struggling with studying to this broken image in front of him.

He knew he had to go and face the cop and the cop's mom because he sure as hell couldn't stay in the bathroom forever. Cautiously he opened the bathroom door, some small part of him expecting the cop to be standing outside waiting with cuffs. He wasn't there, but it didn't make Zach feel any less nervous. He picked his way down the hall, following the voices in the kitchen. Apparently they had been talking about him, because when he walked into the room, the silence was immediate and somewhat uncomfortable. The cop was sitting at the table, a mug in his hands, looking impossibly young for a cop in the bright light of the kitchen. His —Ben's— mom stood at the stove stirring something in a pan. Her clear hazel eyes warmed as she looked over at him, her lips curving in a smile. He would have to be careful here, measure his words, not give too much of himself away.

"Chicken soup okay with you, honey?" she asked him gently, carefully.

"God yes," Zach said quickly, wincing at his loss of control and then realizing what he'd said. He may have turned away from God for leaving him to be beaten and rejected by his father, but it didn't mean that others didn't have belief. He should watch his mouth. "'M sorry, ma'am," he blurted quickly, "I mean, yes, I would like some soup."

The cop snorted his amusement, and his mom smacked at her son's shoulder with her hand, admonishing him for his inappropriate sniggering. She poured what smelled like heaven into a bowl, telling Zach to sit and then proceeding to watch him like a hawk as he ate. He couldn't bring himself to care that she watched him or that the cop hadn't moved from his seat and still looked at him. In fact they were probably both sitting and judging him for how he looked and where the cop had found him.

"Ben, dear, are you off shift now?"

"Until tomorrow."

"Go change out of your uniform. There are still some of your clothes upstairs from last weekend. Maybe you can give me and young Zach here time to talk." Zach lifted his head at this, bread halfway to his mouth. The talk. Shit. He was so screwed.

"Back in ten," Ben said clear and firm, and Zach looked at him, at the warning in the cop's face — Don't mess with my momma. He nodded slightly to let Ben know he got the message, watching as the broad-shouldered man left the kitchen.

"So, Zach, I'm guessing you aren't here by choice?" She started innocently enough, pouring another helping of soup in his bowl and passing him more bread. She watched him intently. He wondered what she saw when she looked at him and he was ashamed. The old and new bruises on his face, half covered by still damp blond hair he had pulled down to hide them. He knew he looked younger than his near eighteen and could be easily mistaken for much younger. Zach was aware of every little sensation in his body, the warmth, the peace, the quiet, the acceptance, but it was all so wrong at the moment. He didn't deserve this, and he didn't know quite how to handle it.

"No, ma'am," he finally said, biting into bread so crusty that crumbs sprinkled his soup as he ate. If he had a mouthful of food, maybe he could get away with not saying anything at all. He had listened to enough lectures in his life to be able to tune them out.

"Ben tells me you're nearly eighteen, but that he knows nothing except your first name."

Damn. His surname, she wanted to know his surname. He guessed it didn't matter much now, as there was no way he was going home. There were only two more days until he turned eighteen. It was too late for the cop's mom to track down his family. He swallowed the mouthful of bread and soup and wiped at his face with the back of his hand, caught up in the reassurance in the woman's eyes.

"Zachary Weston, ma'am," he finally offered. "I'm eighteen on the twenty-seventh of December." She nodded thoughtfully, and he quickly scooped up another spoonful of soup, the heat of it sliding down his throat velvety warm. She didn't speak straight away, just looked at the mug between her hands before asking the next question.

"Can you tell me why you're not at home with your family?" She hesitated, tilting her head to one side. "I guess I shouldn't be assuming you have a family."

"No, ma'am, I have a family. A mom, dad, and a sister. They —my dad— didn't want me in the house any more."

"What did you do to deserve that? Was it the wrong crowd? Drugs? Drink?"

Pain shot through him at the options she was giving him. The reasons why young people were generally homeless. She thought he was an addict? He had never even touched a cigarette, let alone drugs, and as for drink… He closed his eyes briefly. Why wouldn't she think he was at fault? He knew he looked ill enough for people to suppose he was on something that was harming him. He averted his gaze, as if fascinated by his soup, his hair falling again to hide from her far too perceptive gaze. Should he tell her the whole story? Would she want to hear all the real details? Other people had asked but they didn't really want to hear.

Should he give her the details of the strict ex-army father who felt lessons were learnt through corporal punishment? Or of the home schooling and the fact he had no friends? Maybe he should just go for the easy option, the truth at the base of what had happened to him. He didn't want to lie to her. It wasn't in him to lie. He looked up and directly at her, the soup unsteady on his stomach.

"It happened because I'm gay," he said simply and so softly she had to lean forward to hear, then she frowned as he pushed the chair back from the table.

"And you ran away?" she asked simply.

"No!" Zach's reaction was instant. "They tried to fix me, but it didn't work. I didn't want it to work. They told me to go."

"I see," was all she said. He didn't hear disgust in her voice, but it wasn't like she immediately jumped up and gathered the gay throwaway in a hug.

"Thank you for the soup, ma'am. I appreciate your help, and your son's." He stumbled to stand, pins and needles in his legs, and moved into the hall, only stopping because the officer was blocking his way. The man was fresh from the shower with his dark hair spiky and his hazel eyes focused intently, looking less like a cop and more like a normal guy.

"Where do you think you're going?" he asked, his head tilted in question. Zach saw the puzzled look in the guy's eyes then looked deeper, to a compassion such as he hadn't seen in a long time.

"I'm leaving, Mr… Officer. Look, thanks for your help. I'm sorry." Zach's words were shaky, but he made sure his intent was obvious. He was determined to leave. They wouldn't want him under their roof either now. At least he'd gotten a hot meal in his belly, and he was damned if he was going to give back the warm clothes. He only had to find his shoes, and he would be gone. He could probably outrun the cop if he had a good enough head start since the other man was standing in the hallway with bare feet. Zach lowered his gaze and shuffled to move past, but he was stopped by a strong grip on his arm.

"Momma? Did he do something? Are you okay?" Ben ignored Zach, who was nearly hopping from foot to foot trying to loosen Ben's grasp, anxiety and panic building inside him. He hadn't done anything to the cop's momma; he wouldn't. Weakly he pulled his arm, but the damn cop had a grip of freaking steel.

"It seems Zach's parents threw him out because he's gay," she offered simply. Zach yanked away to gain maneuvering room. Ben's face suddenly twisted in anger. Shit, Zach thought immediately, here it comes, and as the cop brought up a hand, Zach found himself cowering from the imminent hit. Instead, the cop laid his hand gently on Zach's shoulder and appeared to choose to ignore the fact that Zach had slunk back in fear.

"That happens a lot," the cop said simply, his face clear of any kind of telling expression, "but in this house, it isn't a problem. Momma has a straight son, married with two kids, and a daughter with two boyfriends at any one time." He paused, clearly letting the first part sink in. "Then she has me, her gay cop son."

"Oh," was all Zach could say, rubbing the arm Ben had grabbed to relieve the pain.

"You being gay isn't going to be one of the things that might affect your stay with us. Okay?"

Zach twisted to look at Ben's momma, still sitting at the table. She was nodding in agreement. It felt odd. It was some kind of surreal afternoon chick flick with exceptionally pretty people being nice to extremely lonely young throwaways. He blinked, eyes then widening as it all sank in, too good to be true, but somehow very real.

"I'm going to go to bed, Ben. Why not sit a while with Zach, and then maybe show him to Jamie's old room. There's fresh linen in the closet." She rose gracefully, placing bowls in the sink and crossing to pull her son into a hug, "Ellie will be in by two. She promised. So keep an eye out for her for me."