Friday 30 January 2015

April's Interlude #2

Hi everyone Bronwyn here for a wee moment. I wanted to first share with you guys the link to April’s own blog, she’s not on there much, but she’s got a cover reveal for her first book that will be releasing in mid Feb.
Anyway, you will most likely learn a lot more about it in the coming week here, but I thought maybe you guys would like to see the cover here, it’s lovely
 
And not onto the short story she’s giving us a look at today, be warned it’s m/m/m and NSFW
 
Being Neighborly
 
Isaac held the final notice in his hand, the words rolling in his head.  The word foreclosure seemed to take up most of the page, drowning all other words out.  The sting of tears came to his eyes, uncontrollably.  They clogged up his throat and squeezed his chest like it was being slowly crushed by one of his steer’s hooves.  He had tried everything to make the little ranch he bought five years ago profitable.  Every penny of the money he inherited from his grandfather, the only person who didn’t disown him after he came out, went into the ranch.  Now there was nothing left. 
The rest of the family was beyond pissed that Grandpa left Isaac everything he had, so he wouldn’t ask those money hungry vultures for anything, not that they would give him anything anyway.  They had successfully disowned him so thoroughly they hadn’t even spoken to him at his grandfather’s funeral.  And he hadn’t heard from any of them in all the time since then, not even his own parents.
He had started using social media to sell his grass fed beef and it was proving to be a good move.  People wanted to eat healthier and grass fed beef raised on a pasture was better for the human body than the corn-fed, lot-raised crap a consumer bought in a super market.  His great epiphany happened too late and didn’t generate the money he needed quickly enough.  Oh sure it was coming in and he was gaining more and more of a customer base.  Word of mouth was a beautiful thing.  If he had thought of this a year ago it would have made a difference.  The bank wasn’t giving him any more of the hot commodity that was time. 
He didn’t know what else to do.  He was completely out of options.