Book Title: EXHALE
(London Love 1.5)
Cover Artist: Christina
Release Date: October 25,
Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance
Tropes: Instalove, First Date
Themes: Fairytale sweetness
Heat Rating: 4
Length: 29 000
It is a standalone story, but
best enjoyed if you have read Breathe first.
Buy Links for EXHALE – Available in Kindle
A sweet tale of figuring
out that the future isn’t always straight.
What do you do when your relationship falls apart? Well,
you bury yourself in a deep hole of grief, one you have so carelessly dug for yourself. Jamie
Walters needs to find a way out of the mess his life has become, but the way forward is not
as straight as he thought it would have been. What’s the point anyway? Women are off the
menu but Jamie still wants the entire textbook fairy-tale. The romantic dates and the
flowers and holding hands in the dark, and Grindr certainly isn’t the place to find your
happily ever after..
Catch up with Jamie and the rest of the Walters
family in this sweet little insta-love fairy-tale where Jamie finally gets his happily ever after,
Originally published as part of the Love is All Anthology, Exhale has been reedited and extended to the quirky little
fairy-tale it was always meant to be.
Exhale is a standalone novella but is best
enjoyed after reading Breathe.
Trigger warnings: Brief mention of pregnancy
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Also Available in Kindle Unlimited
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Releasing on November 1, 2021
Excerpt from EXHALE
“No, no, I’m not a virgin.” I dug my hands into my pockets.
“I mean, I’ve hooked up with people before. I’ve had sex. It’s just, it never leads
And I was off again, jabbering so fast the cigarette flew
from my lips and almost rolled off the platform. I didn’t know where to look as my mouth
kept blurting more nonsense. I couldn’t look at him. Fuck. Talk about embarrassing. How did
people do this? How did they get over themselves? I couldn’t. I just couldn’t.
“…either they never call again, or they leave before we
even get our clothes off. I’m just…hopeless at everything, apparently.” I rounded up my little
Ted Talk, picked up the cigarette, then stood there not knowing what to do with it. I didn’t
want to put the damn thing back in my mouth. There was no bin. Fuck my life.
Why the hell had I told him all that? Really, Leo?
Leo, Leo mon enfant terrible. I could hear my mother’s voice in my head, scolding me for my
stupidity, although she’d probably have been laughing too much to tell me off. She’d moved
back to France a few years ago, taken a lover, and then another. She was the queen of
hook-ups. I had no idea where she met these men, but they were a new constant in her
life—something she didn’t have when I was growing up. It had been just her and me back
then, and we’d lived well. Stable. I’d had a good childhood, I honestly couldn’t complain. But
there had been no one in my mother’s life and she’d obviously been lonely. Now she wasn’t.
She was happily shagging around like a teenager, and secretly, I loved that she did. I loved
that she was having fun. At least one of us was.
“Why am I intimidating?” he asked, shuffling his feet. “I
don’t mean to be. We don’t have to do anything. We can just go for a coffee if you
“I don’t like coffee,” I muttered like a petulant child. “Look,
I’m French, and obviously wired wrong because I’m both lactose and gluten intolerant and I
don’t like coffee. So, all that bread and cheese shit is out—”
“You don’t sound French.”
“Grew up here, didn’t I?”
“Yeah. That’s why I have a crap name. Leo Jacques
“I think your name’s great.”
“Try spelling it every time you give it to someone on the
phone. It’s annoying.”
“Hmm.” He was staring at me again, like he had the world
at his booted feet. Doc Martens, for fuck’s sake. All polished up and fully visible below his
too-short, chequered trousers. He had some ripped, multicoloured rock band T-shirt
showing underneath a knitted cardigan, the look completed by a super-cool, vintage long
coat. Like some emo. Or not. He wasn’t wearing black but a mixture of beiges and reds. And
a bright-blue rucksack. Nothing matched, yet… Yeah. Vogue called. They want their cover model back. The pretty one with the weird
He was talking again, and I’d totally zoned out.
“…and I said to myself, life is too short. So, I want to do this
if you’re still up for it. But maybe do it right, kind of just hang out and get to know each
“I want to have sex,” I stated. Why couldn’t I ever control
“I’m totally up for that.” He grinned from under his curls.
“That’s the whole point of this, isn’t it? But we’ve been standing here talking for a bit, and
it’s nice, and you’re nice, and I’m sure Costa Coffee over there do gluten-free biscuits, and
I’ll buy you a bottle of water or whatever your poison is. I just need to sit down and get my
head in gear because this is kind of freaky. I’ve never done anything like this before. To be
honest, I’m a little weirded out, and now here I am—”
“On some dodgy council estate, meeting up with a dude
who’s probably a drug dealer and will have you beaten up in a minute.”
“I hope not!” He laughed, and the world became a little
brighter. “Are you a drug dealer?”
“No,” I giggled back. “I promise you. I’m a dull uni student,
and I live in a tiny student flat. I haven’t got much to show for myself, but perhaps one day,
I’ll have a nice job and a better place to live. That’s my plan. I want to teach French. Or
perhaps move to Paris for a while, find my roots.”
“Don’t move to Paris. I’ll never see you again.”
I couldn’t tell if he was serious, so I joked, “You might not
want to once you’ve seen me naked.”
He blushed, and it was the cutest thing ever.
“You’re desperate for this coffee thing, huh?”
“Just to clear my head,” he said again. He sounded a little
defeated, but I was grateful for a plan that didn’t involve taking him home. I wasn’t sure I
could deal with that right now, however much I liked the idea of seeing him naked.
“Come on. Let’s go get you a large coffee—”
“I prefer espresso.”
“You sound like one of those posh kids,” I teased. I couldn’t
“Maybe once upon a time, I was posh. Not anymore. I still
live at home with my siblings in a rundown council terrace in Thorpeton Green, and not the
posh part. Like, backstreet-dump Thorpeton, near the industrial estate under the
“Working-class posh,” I blabbed on. “You look posh, you
talk posh, and you look like you just stepped out of a fashion shoot.”
I regretted it even before I finished speaking because now
he really looked freaked out, my beautiful, gorgeous man. I wondered how people survived
having a partner who looked like him. I mean, he would be with someone amazing one day.
Probably some big, rich, muscle bear of a man who would love him and spoil him, while I
would be stuck alone in my dingy flat, dreaming of him. I was already jealous of the
imaginary rich boyfriend, the one he would love forever.
“You’re deranged,” he said, smirking at me. I sighed,
fiddling with my fingers. I’d heard that one before. Then he reached out and grabbed my
sleeve. Tugged at me. Smiled as he led me down the steps towards the road. I followed him,
thinking at that moment, I would have followed him anywhere. Blindly, desperately and, I
think, a little bit in love.
About the Author
Sophia Soames should be old
enough to know better but has barely grown up. She has been known to fangirl over TV
shows, has fallen in and out of love with more popstars than she dares to remember, and
has a ridiculously high-flying (un-)glamourous real-life job.
Her long-suffering husband
just laughs at her antics. Their children are feral. The Au Pair just sighs.
She lives in a creaky old
house in rural London, although her heart is still in Scandinavia.
Discovering that the stories in
her head make sense when written down has been part of the most hilarious midlife crisis
ever, and she hopes it may long continue.
Find me on social media
@sophiasoames on all platforms
Christina Stern is a
Russian based artist. Quick sketches and portraits drawn in pencil are what she likes to do
the most. Her work can be found on @christinastern on Instagram
Aurelia Morris is a
cover artist, photographer, Photoshop wiz and eternal fangirl. She works in many mediums
under more aliases that she can keep track of.
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