Love Can't Conquer
(Love Can't series, Bk #1)
by Kim Fielding
Blurb:
Bullied as a child in small-town Kansas, Jeremy Cox ultimately escaped to Portland, Oregon. Now in his forties, he’s an urban park ranger who does his best to rescue runaways and other street people. His ex-boyfriend, Donny—lost to drinking and drugs six years earlier—appears on his doorstep and inadvertently drags Jeremy into danger. As if dealing with Donny’s issues doesn’t cause enough turmoil, Jeremy meets a fascinating but enigmatic man who carries more than his fair share of problems.
Qayin Hill has almost nothing but skeletons in his closet and demons in his head. A former addict who struggles with anxiety and depression, Qay doesn’t know which of his secrets to reveal to Jeremy—or how to react when Jeremy wants to save him from himself.
Despite the pasts that continue to haunt them, Jeremy and Qay find passion, friendship, and a tentative hope for the future. Now they need to decide whether love is truly a powerful thing or if, despite the old adage, love can’t conquer all.
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Excerpt
Night had fallen some time ago, and the black sky spit
cold, stinging raindrops, making Qay shiver as he descended from the loading
bay onto the street. He had to walk a couple of blocks to his first bus; he’d
be soaked and miserable by then. Wouldn’t it be nice if someday he could afford
a car? Although he’d always lusted after muscle cars, he’d be happy with even
the most basic little econobox as long as it ran and kept him dry. He certainly
didn’t need anything as burly as the dark SUV parked a few yards away.
Just as he realized that he recognized the SUV, the
driver’s door opened and a big man in a green uniform slid out. Qay froze in
place. The man walked over until he was just out of arm’s reach, and then he
stopped.
“You worked late,” Jeremy said.
“What… what are you doing here?”
“Waiting for you.”
“But…. Why…. How did you…?” As usual, Qay was eloquent
when flustered.
Jeremy’s grin was small and tight, but it was there.
“We’re getting soaked. Can we have this conversation in my car? I’ll crank the
heat.”
Not trusting himself with words, Qay simply nodded. When
Jeremy held the passenger door open, something lively fluttered in Qay’s chest.
They sat silently in the SUV for a long time, fogging the
inside of the windshield. The radio was off, but the fan blew full blast. Qay
watched rain droplets fall from his hair onto his lap. They left little circles
of darker blue on the denim.
“Stuart is an asshole,” Qay finally said.
“Your supervisor?”
“Yeah. That’s why I worked late.” He snuck a peek at Jeremy
from the corner of his eye. “Have you been here since five?”
“Four thirty, actually. And I’ve had to pee for at least
half an hour.”
“I could probably talk the security guard into letting
you into the factory. The bathroom’s pristine. I just cleaned it.”
“I guess I can hold it a little longer.”
Qay nodded. He glanced at Jeremy’s right hand, which lay
on the console between them, and saw that the knuckles were scabbed and
slightly swollen. “What happened?” Qay asked.
“Stupidity.”
They were quiet again, the pause dragging on long past
awkward. Then Jeremy cleared his throat. “How did the exam go?”
Qay couldn’t stop a wide smile. “I aced it. The prof even
kept me after class to tell me I’m brilliant.”
Jeremy looked as happy about this news as Qay felt. “Hell
yeah, you’re sharp as broken glass.”
“Appropriate comparison.”
“I tried.”
A little of the tension between them eased. Qay picked at
a thread on his slightly frayed jeans, then stopped himself and drummed on the
armrest instead. “Why are you here?” he asked, looking through his window into
blankness. “And how?”
“I used to be a cop, remember? You told me you work at a
window factory in Northwest, which narrowed it down. I made some phone calls.”
He snorted a laugh. “Didn’t want to get you in trouble or let you know what I
was up to, but I remembered Stuart’s name and asked for him. I found him
yesterday. Pretended I was a bill collector when he came to the phone. He was
just about in tears—kept insisting he’d paid what was due on his credit card.”
The thought of Stuart nearly crying over an imaginary
unpaid debt cheered Qay more than it should have. “So that’s the how. What’s
the why?”
“I have… questions. And an apology, if I can man up
enough to spit it out.”
“Apology? For what?”
Jeremy gave him a long look. “Let’s go somewhere, okay? I
can piss and we can eat and… and we can talk.”
Maybe he was courting disaster, but Qay nodded. “All
right.”
About The Author
Kim Fielding is the bestselling, award-winning author of numerous m/m romance novels, novellas, and short stories. Like Kim herself, her work is eclectic, spanning genres such as contemporary, fantasy, paranormal, and historical. Her stories are set in alternate worlds, in 15th century Bosnia, in modern-day Oregon. Her heroes are hipster architect werewolves, housekeepers, maimed giants, and conflicted graduate students. They’re usually flawed, they often encounter terrible obstacles, but they always find love.
After having migrated back and forth across the western two-thirds of the United States, Kim calls the boring part of California home. She lives there with her husband, her two daughters, and her day job as a university professor, but escapes as often as possible via car, train, plane, or boat. This may explain why her characters often seem to be in transit as well. She dreams of traveling and writing full-time.
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