Title: Oceans Apart
Author: J.K. Hogan
Publisher: Euphoria Press
Release Date: October 1, 2018
Heat Level: 4 – Lots of Sex
Pairing: Male/Male
Length: 85K words
Genre: Romance, Contemporary, (gay) virgin, first time, coming out
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Synopsis
Bored of with his mundane life, Leo
Takahashi heads to the East Coast to find a new adventure. A series of
unfortunate circumstances leave him in a potentially disastrous predicament: a
gay man stranded in a backwater town of coastal North Carolina.
Takahashi heads to the East Coast to find a new adventure. A series of
unfortunate circumstances leave him in a potentially disastrous predicament: a
gay man stranded in a backwater town of coastal North Carolina.
Sellars Hodge is a farmer from a long
line of farmers who has never left his family’s land. He’s never even seen the
ocean despite living less than ninety miles from the coast. In fact, he’s never
done or seen anything interesting—he’s never even had a date.
line of farmers who has never left his family’s land. He’s never even seen the
ocean despite living less than ninety miles from the coast. In fact, he’s never
done or seen anything interesting—he’s never even had a date.
When a stranded motorist stays at his
house, Sellers gets a glimpse of everything he can never have. Though fear of
his father’s reaction keeps him silent, Sellars’ two deepest secrets won’t stay
hidden. The more time he spends with Leo, the less satisfied he is with the
hand he’s been dealt and the choices he never had.
house, Sellers gets a glimpse of everything he can never have. Though fear of
his father’s reaction keeps him silent, Sellars’ two deepest secrets won’t stay
hidden. The more time he spends with Leo, the less satisfied he is with the
hand he’s been dealt and the choices he never had.
Leo wants to set up a quiet, independent
life on the coast, but he feels pulled toward Sellars. He hates the idea of
leaving such a vibrant, gentle giant behind to waste away on that farm.
life on the coast, but he feels pulled toward Sellars. He hates the idea of
leaving such a vibrant, gentle giant behind to waste away on that farm.
Storms, both figurative and literal,
brew in their lives, and they can only hope those storms clear the path to
self-discovery and, most of all, love.
brew in their lives, and they can only hope those storms clear the path to
self-discovery and, most of all, love.
Excerpt
LEO DISAPPEARED UPSTAIRS TO HOPEFULLY
FIND something suitable to wear. I had followed him into the foyer, but when I
heard my parents’ voices, I returned to hover just outside the kitchen door. If
Mama caught me eavesdropping, she’d smack me upside the head, but somehow, I
knew they’d be talking about Leo, and I wanted to know what was said.
FIND something suitable to wear. I had followed him into the foyer, but when I
heard my parents’ voices, I returned to hover just outside the kitchen door. If
Mama caught me eavesdropping, she’d smack me upside the head, but somehow, I
knew they’d be talking about Leo, and I wanted to know what was said.
“. . . but he’s one of them,” Pop was
saying.
saying.
My stomach clenched with anxiety.
“He’s wearing makeup, for Pete’s sake,
Marla. What people do in the privacy of their own homes is one thing, but I
don’t want my son spending too much time around that behavior.”
Marla. What people do in the privacy of their own homes is one thing, but I
don’t want my son spending too much time around that behavior.”
“That’s ridiculous,” Ma said. “You are
being ridiculous.”
being ridiculous.”
“It isn’t. I just don’t want—”
“It’s not the damn flu. It ain’t
catchin’.”
catchin’.”
“Marla . . .”
“Jim . . .”
I knew that was the beginning of a
stare-down that Mama would eventually win. She always did. At least I knew if
they found out about me, I’d still have one parent on my side. Somehow that
didn’t calm the storm raging in my gut. This was all hitting too close to home.
All I wanted was to run out the back door, hop on my tractor, and get lost in
the fields for the day, but Leo was bounding down the stairs looking pleased as
Punch that he’d found himself some jeans—designer, probably—some Doc
Martens—mint condition—and a T-shirt that said “Not Today, Satan” in bold
letters on the front. I barely suppressed a put-upon sigh.
stare-down that Mama would eventually win. She always did. At least I knew if
they found out about me, I’d still have one parent on my side. Somehow that
didn’t calm the storm raging in my gut. This was all hitting too close to home.
All I wanted was to run out the back door, hop on my tractor, and get lost in
the fields for the day, but Leo was bounding down the stairs looking pleased as
Punch that he’d found himself some jeans—designer, probably—some Doc
Martens—mint condition—and a T-shirt that said “Not Today, Satan” in bold
letters on the front. I barely suppressed a put-upon sigh.
“Ready?” I asked, wondering if a man
like him could ever be ready for a day on the farm.
like him could ever be ready for a day on the farm.
He nodded but chewed nervously on the
side of his fingernail.
side of his fingernail.
“Nothin’ to be afraid of. It’s real
quiet out there. Nothin’ will get you except maybe the honeybees, but as long
as you don’t bother them, they won’t bother you,” I joked as I held the front
door open for him to step out onto the wide porch.
quiet out there. Nothin’ will get you except maybe the honeybees, but as long
as you don’t bother them, they won’t bother you,” I joked as I held the front
door open for him to step out onto the wide porch.
He gave me a small smile. “Is it that
obvious? I’m not very outdoorsy.”
obvious? I’m not very outdoorsy.”
“Only a little.” I grinned. I took him
around the side of the main house, where Mama’s small garden was. We had a
larger one on the east end of our land that fed our roadside stand, but this
one was for our own consumption. “This is where my mother grows her stuff for
cooking. It’s mainly got herbs and summer veggies right now.”
around the side of the main house, where Mama’s small garden was. We had a
larger one on the east end of our land that fed our roadside stand, but this
one was for our own consumption. “This is where my mother grows her stuff for
cooking. It’s mainly got herbs and summer veggies right now.”
“Is everything she cooks grown here?”
“All the vegetables, for sure. There are
a few fruit trees down the way, but we get a lot of our fruit and meats from
the farmers market. Chances are if we don’t grow it or raise it, one of our
neighbors or family members does.”
a few fruit trees down the way, but we get a lot of our fruit and meats from
the farmers market. Chances are if we don’t grow it or raise it, one of our
neighbors or family members does.”
“That’s . . . incredible,” he said. “I
mean, it’s not something I’m used to, being a born and bred city boy, but I bet
the food tastes a lot better.”
mean, it’s not something I’m used to, being a born and bred city boy, but I bet
the food tastes a lot better.”
“I don’t really have much to compare it
to, but it works for us.” I led him past the garden, and we threaded our way
through the boxy white columns that held the beehives and their honey. The
bees’ dull buzzing filled the air, but they paid us no mind. I could tell they
made Leo nervous, but he didn’t complain.
to, but it works for us.” I led him past the garden, and we threaded our way
through the boxy white columns that held the beehives and their honey. The
bees’ dull buzzing filled the air, but they paid us no mind. I could tell they
made Leo nervous, but he didn’t complain.
“Ever had fresh honey?” I asked. “Or . .
. wait, can vegetarians have honey?”
. wait, can vegetarians have honey?”
“I think you’re thinking of vegan—that’s
the one where they don’t eat any animal products. I’m not sure if they eat
honey, but I’m only a vegetarian. So yes, I can eat honey, but no, I probably
have never had fresh honey.”
the one where they don’t eat any animal products. I’m not sure if they eat
honey, but I’m only a vegetarian. So yes, I can eat honey, but no, I probably
have never had fresh honey.”
I opened a small toolbox next to one of
the bee boxes and pulled out a pair of beekeeping gloves. I opened the box and
pulled out one of the frames crawling with bees. Taking my pocketknife off my
belt, I cut out and pried off a tiny corner of honeycomb, then held it out to Leo.
His eyes widened like he didn’t quite know what to do.
the bee boxes and pulled out a pair of beekeeping gloves. I opened the box and
pulled out one of the frames crawling with bees. Taking my pocketknife off my
belt, I cut out and pried off a tiny corner of honeycomb, then held it out to Leo.
His eyes widened like he didn’t quite know what to do.
“Just take it. You can just suck the
honey off if you want, but the comb is edible too.”
honey off if you want, but the comb is edible too.”
He turned red but kept his mouth shut
and took the comb.
and took the comb.
I watched him out of the corner of my
eye as I slid the frame back in, replaced the lid, and put back the gloves. He
didn’t try the honey. He wasn’t even looking at it. He was staring at me.
“What? Don’t like honey?”
eye as I slid the frame back in, replaced the lid, and put back the gloves. He
didn’t try the honey. He wasn’t even looking at it. He was staring at me.
“What? Don’t like honey?”
“No! I mean, honey’s okay I guess, b-but
. . . you just stuck your hand in a beehive like it was nothing.
. . . you just stuck your hand in a beehive like it was nothing.
Who does that?”
I shrugged, uncomfortable with the
attention. “I mean, beekeepers do . . .
All the time.”
attention. “I mean, beekeepers do . . .
All the time.”
“You do have a point. Honey has to come
from somewhere, I guess. Just warn a guy next time. Jesus.”
from somewhere, I guess. Just warn a guy next time. Jesus.”
“Sorry,” I said with a smirk. I wasn’t
actually feeling sorry at all. “Are you going to taste that or what?” He was
staring at the comb like I might stare at a piece of sushi, something I was
sure he’d had plenty of in San Francisco.
actually feeling sorry at all. “Are you going to taste that or what?” He was
staring at the comb like I might stare at a piece of sushi, something I was
sure he’d had plenty of in San Francisco.
“After I take you around, I thought we
might head to . . .” I trailed off as his pink tongue darted out to taste the
honey, and he let out such a lewd moan, I lost my train of thought.
might head to . . .” I trailed off as his pink tongue darted out to taste the
honey, and he let out such a lewd moan, I lost my train of thought.
“Oh my god,” he said, his eyes rolling
back. “I don’t even really like honey that much. But this—this isn’t honey.
This is like . . . ambrosia or something.” He froze mid-lick when he caught
sight of my face.
back. “I don’t even really like honey that much. But this—this isn’t honey.
This is like . . . ambrosia or something.” He froze mid-lick when he caught
sight of my face.
“What?”
I had to force my gaze away from his
glistening lips, but then it landed on the hand that held the comb. I gulped as
sticky honey slowly trickled down his long, elegant fingers. I would’ve given
up my every possession for the chance to lick it off. The sun had barely risen,
but already the humidity had settled on his skin, making it glow. I felt the
fiery blush as it spread over my cheeks, so I attempted to distract him by
handing him a bandana from my pocket for him to clean his hands with—though I’d
happily watch him lick it off for the rest of my life. “N-nothing. Um . . .
let’s keep walking.”
glistening lips, but then it landed on the hand that held the comb. I gulped as
sticky honey slowly trickled down his long, elegant fingers. I would’ve given
up my every possession for the chance to lick it off. The sun had barely risen,
but already the humidity had settled on his skin, making it glow. I felt the
fiery blush as it spread over my cheeks, so I attempted to distract him by
handing him a bandana from my pocket for him to clean his hands with—though I’d
happily watch him lick it off for the rest of my life. “N-nothing. Um . . .
let’s keep walking.”
I kept quiet as I led him between the
hog barn and the blackberry patch, because I couldn’t trust that the next words
out of my mouth wouldn’t be “Please let me worship every inch of you with my
tongue.” It would probably be hard to keep my preferences under wraps after
blurting that out, and after hearing my father’s words that morning, I was even
more wary of giving myself away.
hog barn and the blackberry patch, because I couldn’t trust that the next words
out of my mouth wouldn’t be “Please let me worship every inch of you with my
tongue.” It would probably be hard to keep my preferences under wraps after
blurting that out, and after hearing my father’s words that morning, I was even
more wary of giving myself away.
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Meet the Author
J.K. Hogan has been telling stories for as long as she can remember, beginning with writing cast lists and storylines for her toys growing up. When she finally decided to put pen to paper, magic happened. She is greatly inspired by all kinds of music and often creates a “soundtrack” for her stories as she writes them. J.K. is hoping to one day have a little something for everyone, so she’s branched out from m/f paranormal romance and added m/m contemporary romance. Who knows what’s next?
J.K. resides in North Carolina, where she was born and raised. A true southern girl at heart, she lives in the country with her husband and two sons, a cat, and two champion agility dogs. If she isn’t on the agility field, J.K. can often be found chasing waterfalls in the mountains with her husband, or down in front at a blues concert. In addition to writing, she enjoys training and competing in dog sports, spending time with her large southern family, camping, boating and, of course, reading!
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