Pre-Order Love Without Knowing It

Hi everyone, I was going to wait a few weeks before I got into this, so this is just a quick look into show you that pre-order is up, and maybe get you a little excited about the book.

The story behind the story

This story is about prostate cancer, but don’t worry, it’s a Happily Ever After. In all honesty, it’s more about the sudden realisation of love in a man’s scared of commitment and so it’s from his point of very, the caregivers. It’s also a very small window in time, the beginning, along with the fact that I put in only the medical information that I had to in order to get the story moving along, and being a little more real. I have, however, tried to stay away from that for the most part, as I wanted this story to be about the emotions of one, if not both men.

I wrote this book when I was stressed, not only because I knew my first book was about to be published, but me family had just been made aware of my mother and the fact that she had breast cancer. I was having a bit of a meltdown because I went into my first writer’s block (which would turn out to be a first, with a number to follow). An author on facebook, I want to say Chris Quinton (and yeah I had a bit of a fan moment as it was the first author to talk to me) who truly helped me out, because I changed tactics and I started researching.

This became a problem as time went on as I got excited and frustrated and excited and nervous about this one little book as the months went on, but clearly I’ve made it, I’m at pre-order stage and I’m bussing and nervous all over again.

Hell, I’m shit scared, but let’s not let that get out.

The Series

I chose November for a series name, and yeah I’m going all random, because I can. I had a plan to call this the Movember series, but the damn name is trademarked and I didn’t really feel right asking them if I could use it. Or if I had any actual rights in the first place. So I ended up making it easier on myself, especially if they ended up deciding, in years to come that they didn’t want me to use it, then where would I be.

I plan on writing one book a year for this series, the size and story will depend on itself, as the series will be a standalone and I’ll be doing different male health issues and different moments.

This one, I believe I’ve said, is about prostate cancer. Book 2 will be testicular cancer. I have a plan for steroid use, body image, suicide. Along with breast cancer, and Alzheimer’s

I want to show a better side to the diseases, a more hopeful tale then a lot of people write about because for me it’s more about being awareness. I want to write something hopeful that brings a light at the end of the tunnel. Or shows you that there are ways to over comes, and to get help.

It’s a hope.

The Cover Art

I love the picture I choose to use. The moment I saw it, I was hooked, only it has taken me a long time to get it right. Really, this last one I created, the one that will be on the sold book, I created last week, because there was something missing, always something that didn’t work for me. Mostly my name.

Now it’s done, finally cover art that I am proud of. Book loaded onto each site, though I plan on putting a few more on ARe, but I’m done, all we have to do is wait.

When everything Paul had ever known turned upside down, suddenly he needs to man up and fight for the love he’s always feared.

Paul’s life was set. He had what he needed and what he was comfortable with. Then a night with one of his regular lovers pulls him into the drama of sickness, love, and death.

In the end, Paul needs to work a few things out first: Is he strong enough to fall in love with a man that may need more than he’s able to give, or will he fall into old habits and run when the relationship gets too complicated?

 

Love Without Knowing It by Bronwyn Heeley

(November 1)

Publish 1 November 2014 by Bony Dee

Contemporary Romance

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Note: though the month of November 2014 all profits from this book will be donated to the Movember charity

                  Excerpt

Early the next morning Paul met Matt out the front of his apartment block. He’d been lucky to get there early or he would have missed Matt completely.

They walked to the doctor’s in a weird sort of silence, emotion dancing around them; no need for words, or gratitude, or small talk. Shifting his eyes to Matt, they shared a look and a bump or two of their shoulders as they went towards the scariest building Paul had ever seen.

The thing was, he wished more than anything they were not here at all. He wished they were still both home curled up in bed together, in their morning glory.

The waiting room was like every other one Paul had ever sat in. He tried to appear perfectly calm as he sat next to Matt, waiting. Waiting. Fucking waiting for a name, one name in particular, but when Matt’s name was called out, he suddenly wanted to grab him up and run like crazy. His heart didn’t want to be doing this, all he wanted was for Matt and him to run so fast none of this could catch up with them.

The waiting fear was so consuming he had trouble sitting still. His legs kept shifting nervously. He couldn’t stop looking at all the other sick people in the room. Why were they here? What would it be like if he was in Matt's shoes? Would he be as calm, or would he have started to rant and rave? Hell, knowing himself, Paul would have been on his deathbed before he came to any doctor.

There was definitely no beauty pageant happening in this doctor’s surgery. Why were these people here, what was wrong with them? They didn’t look like they had been run over by a truck or anything, so what was wrong with them? Were any of them dying of cancer and you just couldn’t see it?

Leaning back in his chair, Paul pushed the thought away while fear of the unknown settled to the bottom of his stomach.

He tried to pick something to read, finally settling on an old magazine that had seen better days. Realistically, it probably held more germs than if he’d decided to lick a handrail. He couldn’t concentrate worth shit. What was wrong with the minute hand on the clock? It ticked by, slowly—so fucking slowly.

Then suddenly time was up. Matt walked out.

Paul didn’t need to ask Matt how it went with the doctor. He could see it in his face as soon as he walked out from the back of the surgery and up to the counter to pay. Something was definitely wrong. All Paul could see was his pale-as-shit face. Everything inside him froze. He took a deep calming breath, stood up, and unknowingly became Matt’s rock.

Paul took his time crossing the room as Matt finished paying and making another appointment. It seemed as if Matt was holding on by the skin of his teeth, and the last thing he needed was Paul going up to him, standing there, commenting on something he was clearly trying to hide.

They met at the door. Paul arrived first, silently opening it for him. Matt smiled, not saying anything, just fiddling with the papers in his hands, so many unspoken emotions running across his shocked face.

The door clicked shut. Paul blinked in surprise at the sounds of the world speeding by, as if everything was still normal, still working. “So…?”

“So?” Matt echoed, as if he didn’t know what Paul was talking about. As if Paul wasn’t dying—pun not intended—to know what was happening, what was wrong.

“What next?” he asked instead.

Matt cleared his throat as he looked down at his hands, but Paul saw the sad smile tilting the side of his mouth. He tried not to see fear in Matt’s eyes and he defiantly clamped down his jaw and didn’t ask any questions. He couldn’t push, mostly because he didn’t have any right to know what the doctor had said. If he had, he would have been in the room with Matt…

“Blood test,” he said lifting up the paper to emphasise.

“Okay, do you need an appointment, or can we just go?”

Matt shrugged. “Doc said if I went right away there shouldn’t be any problems.”

He was right, of course. This early in the morning, there was only an elderly lady and a pregnant sheila who had an overly excited toddler she was trying to keep quiet. The thing was, no one there cared about the rowdy little girl. To him it was distracting. It took his mind off what they were there for, or rather, what Matt was there for. She giggled and laughed, asking silly question he could barely understand, but couldn’t help smiling with the answers.

“Can you come in with me?” Matt asked unexpectedly, nervously licking his lips. When Paul got to his eyes he saw a look of pure fear staring back at him, the kind that was normally reserved to having a spider crawl up your neck.

Paul swallowed back a laugh. “Sure.”

Matt’s relief was a little too much to bear. “Thanks,” he sighed, “I really hate needles.”

“Hate?” Paul smiled, because the description Matt was looking for was scared as all fuck.

“Yeah,” Matt nodded, smiled. It lightened the mood for a moment even if it wasn’t really funny, but more relief at not being left alone while he was being stabbed with needles.

Paul felt this weird little lift in his shoulders, a pride at being let in without having to ask.

“He said that this should tell if it’s cancer or not,” Matt said softly after a long pause.

“That it? You don’t have to get cut up or nothing?”

Matt shrugged. “Apparently a blood test will tell us if it’s cancer or not.”

“Really?” It was asked as fact more than a question. “So that’s it then, just a blood test?”

“Well, for the moment. Because of the amount of swelling, and the fact that it hasn’t quite stopped me pissing yet—oh, and I’m young. He said it could be an infection, but…”

Yeah…, He’d never actually known anyone with prostate cancer, but from what he’d gathered it was the go-to disease, especially for men with a prostate the size of a plum. He hoped he was wrong, but his imagination was already running riot, and he couldn’t shake off the feeling that they were dealing with the worst.

“Yeah,” Matt sighed, a little calmer from sitting beside Paul, even if the death grip on Paul’s thigh gave him away…

They stayed sitting liked that as the elderly woman and then the mother went in and had their blood taken. They stayed connected that way as other people came and went. It seemed to take forever for their turn, and yet when Matt’s name finally got called it was as if only moments had passed.

Matt tensed up like a plank, and Paul tried not to laugh as he took his baby in to get his blood taken.