“A very addictive read.”
“Make sure you have your box of tissues available.”
“So very emotional, yet so powerful.”
“Loved every freaking word.”
“This book just about killed me.”
“Stunning … Couldn’t put it down.”
To say I’ve been pleased with the We Still Live reviews would be a massive understatement. I knew this tragic story about the after-effects of a college shooting meant a lot to me; I had no idea it would mean so much to other people … and today, it’s available to all in both paperback and eBook.
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About the book:
Running from a scandal that ruined his life, Isaac Twain accepts a teaching position at Hambden University where, three months prior, Professor John Conlon stopped a campus nightmare by stepping in front of an active shooter.
When John and Isaac become faculty advisors for the school’s literary magazine, their professional relationship evolves. Despite the strict code of conduct forbidding faculty fraternization, they delve into a secret affair—until Simon arrives.
Isaac’s violent ex threatens not only their careers, but also John’s life. His PTSD triggered, John must come to terms with that bloody day on College Green while Isaac must accept the heartbreak his secrets have wrought.
***WE STILL LIVE is a standalone M/M friends-to-lovers romance featuring detailed adult content, graphic violence, hurt/comfort, and mental illness.***
Some things of note:
- If you’ve ever been to Athens, Ohio, the home of my alma mater, Ohio University, you’re going to recognize this setting.
- If you’re familiar with young actor Timothee Chalamet, you’ll know the inspiration for John Conlon.
- If you like music, you’re welcome to listen to the We Still Live theme song, “I Found” by Amber Run.
- A lot of the mental health issues in this book are autobiographical, especially the anxiety. My symptoms increase with every new shooting in America. Despite this, like John, I’m doing my best to thrive with the help of the people I love.
- There’s a lot of heavy stuff in this book, but there’s sexy-sex time between John and Isaac, too, so please do enjoy those scorching moments. I know I do (wink).
A quick excerpt!!
“You look like I feel.”
“And how do you feel?” Isaac asked.
“Like I want to bury my head in a hole. Or get messy drunk.” John lifted his glass in an unreciprocated toast and drank.
“This is going to sound really insensitive, but can I ask you a question?”
John coughed once, quickly. A loud laugh from the hallway made him startle and look over his shoulder.
Isaac could have backpedaled—should have, based on the way his coworker now resembled a spooked deer—but in for a penny. “Do you mind me asking what happened?”
John stared at him for a long moment before his mouth curved into something like a smile. The intelligent scrutiny of his gaze disappeared in a haze of what Isaac assumed was memory. Then he said, “You don’t know,” with an abundance of relief.
“I know it’s very ignorant of me, and possibly callous, but no.”
John traced his pale finger along the edge of the bookcase. “It was on College Green last June. The College of Arts and Sciences award ceremony. One of our students started shooting, and he eventually shot himself.”
“You were there?”
John laughed, which seemed sorely out of place. “Yeah, I was there. All of us were there.” He leaned closer, so close Isaac smelled bourbon on his breath. “A word of advice: don’t ask anyone else about it unless you’re really good with tears.”
Isaac shifted from one foot to the other. “You’re not crying.”
“No.” He finished his glass and spun around. “I need more alcohol.” It felt like a brush-off, an escape.
“John. I didn’t mean to upset you.”
“You didn’t.” He tapped his palm on the doorframe and looked back. “You know, you don’t have to stay here hiding. It’s painful watching introverts try to acclimate in social situations.”
Isaac smirked. “How do you know I’m an introvert?”
“We recognize our own kind, man. Every day of my life, my mantra is ‘Don’t be awkward.’”
“How’s that working for you?”
“Not well.” John smiled, rows of white teeth on display, and Isaac felt like the sun shined on his face. “Nice meeting you, Isaac. Now, go the fuck home.”
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