
All the Colors of Love, my first gay YA science fiction romance with Harmony Ink is coming out this Thursday (Sept. 12) and I'm offering several free copies in exchange for fair reviews on Amazon. Reviews on Goodreads and elsewhere are also appreciated but not required. A turnaround time of one month or less for reviews is preferred.
If you're interested, leave a comment, or email me at jessicafreely at gmail dot com.
Formats available: epub, mobi, pdf, html
Word count: 78,000 words
Blurb: It sucks being the son of a super villain. At home, Harry spends half of his time getting medical treatments and the other half tied up in his father's underwater lair. It was different when his mother was alive, but she disappeared when Harry was six. He can't seem to stay out of trouble at school, and his new roommate, Antonin, thinks he’s a spaz, but somehow Harry has to find a way to stop his father's evil plans.
Antonin Karganilla wants to become a comic book artist, but other than that, being gay is the most normal thing about him. His uncle is an aquatic plant man, his aunt is a molecular biologist back from the dead, and his mom is an overprotective pain in the butt. Antonin's in boarding school and it's starting to look like he and this Harry kid might have a lot in common... and that means a whole new set of problems.
Content warnings: sex, violence, profanity, child abuse
Excerpt: - HARRY awoke from a dream of smothering darkness, his heart pounding from the effort of escape.
Where was he?
He sat up. He was in a bunk bed. Captain Invincible grinned down at him from the springs of the upper bunk.
The new school. He was still at the new school.
His heartbeat slowed. His sweat-slick skin grew clammy. He shivered. He lay back again and pulled the blanket up under his chin. He retrieved Captain Invincible and held him against his chest.
He wasn’t in the dark. Moonlight filtered in through the blinds on the window, casting pale blue shadows on the walls. And he wasn’t alone. Antonin slept in the bunk above him, his breath slow, soft, and even, like waves on a beach. Harry sighed and snuggled deeper into his pillow, soaking in the comfort of these facts.
Antonin grunted gently in sleep and flung one hand over the edge of his bunk. Harry stared at that hand: fingers delicately curled and limned in moonlight. mild<spoiler> In the dim quiet of the night, he allowed himself to experience a rush of wonder at the memory of Antonin, his skinny back straight and rigid as he placed himself between Harry and Marcus. He’d never seen anyone at once so fragile and so brave.
It was too much to try to think about why Antonin had helped him. Enough to know that he had done it, and more than enough to let the soft glow of that knowledge warm him through and through. </spoiler>
When he had good feelings like this, Harry tried to pay attention so he could remember them later. He breathed deep, noting carefully the silver moonlight, the steady sound of Antonin’s breathing, the softness of the blanket under his chin, and the faint smell of damp laundry from the open door of the bathroom.
It was like sleeping on the beach back home. Harry’s eyes closed, and his mind drifted to a memory so old it was really a whole bunch of memories laid one over the other.
His green memory. Full to brimming with sunshine and the smell of clipped grass. Her blue eyes shining and her arms warm and encompassing and her smile all for him. How she used to pick him up around the middle and run around the yard with him and he’d stretch out his arms like he was flying. Then they’d swoop down to the grass and she’d tickle him and hug him and kiss him.
Baby stuff, sure, but no one had to know how much he missed it.
Harry sighed and tucked this new silver memory next to the green one, curled himself around them both, and went to sleep.
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