Book Title: Reigniting Chase
Author: Jeanne St.
Publisher: Double-J Romance,
Cover Artist: Golden Czermak
Release Date: July 30,
Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance
Tropes: Gay, mature (both characters over 40), small town,
Themes: Dealing with loss, new beginnings
Heat Rating: 4
It is a standalone story with
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An unexpected collaboration between two authors that’s
hot enough to spark a fire…
After an excruciating loss, I’m desperate for a fresh
Away from the painful memories.
Away from everyone I know and anyone who knows my
That’s how I end up in Eagle’s Landing,
As a bestselling author, my main reason for moving to a
remote mountain cabin is to overcome the writer’s block that crushed my creativity for the
past two years. My hope is to rediscover my words in the quiet, small town where no one
knows me. Or my past.
A place where I can blend in enough that I become
Even though Chase, one of my favorite authors, insists he
wants to be left alone, I refuse to let him wallow in whatever’s drowning him.
As a local bookstore owner and author myself, I’m intrigued
by the man who’s a master of the written word. Unfortunately, his social skills could use a lot
Even so, I’m determined to pull the irritable and frustrating
man out of the dark pit he’s fallen into and back to the surface, no matter how hard he fights
it. I only hope dragging Chase down that fiery path just might reignite his spark and that I
don’t get burned in the process.
Note: Please check the content warning before reading
or purchasing. It can be found at the beginning of the book (accessible by Amazon’s “look
inside” feature or by downloading the sample) as well as on my website. This standalone gay
romance has a guaranteed HEA, no cheating and no cliffhanger.
I paused my fork halfway to my mouth. I had only made a
small dent in the diner’s belly-busting breakfast special so far. It was criminal how much food
the server had delivered for five bucks.
Five freaking bucks. On Long Island, it would have cost me
at least fifteen.
And for only two more dollars, the coffee came with
unlimited refills. If I could mainline that welcomed caffeine right now, I would.
My whole body ached and I was exhausted, not only from
sleeping like shit in the motel, but from tackling the seemingly endless job of cleaning the
cabin from top to bottom. I didn’t want the furniture I purchased down at a mom-and-pop
store in Picture Rocks to be delivered until the place was completely spotless and all my
unwanted roommates had been effectively evicted.
While I liked bats and knew they were beneficial, I just
didn’t want to share the same space with them. If they returned to sleep in the rafters today,
then I needed to find how they were getting in since I had covered the broken window with
But all of that wasn’t what made me pause my eating, it
was the man across the diner who wouldn’t stop staring.
Like me, he also sat alone, but unlike me, he seemed to
know everyone in the diner. A local just like everyone else there.
The first morning, all eyes had turned in my direction as
soon as I walked through The Eagle’s Nest’s door, but now the waitresses were used to
seeing me since this was my third day eating in the diner, for both breakfast and a late
The food was good. The prices and attentive, friendly
service even better.
Even one of the thirty-something-year-old waitresses had
tried flirting with me. She had no idea she was barking up the wrong tree. Even if I was on
the dating market, she was playing on the wrong team. While I had the utmost respect for
women, I simply didn’t want to sleep with them.
However, the man who kept staring at me was most likely
not on my team, either.
Was he staring because I was simply a stranger in a close-
knit community, where everyone apparently knew everyone?
It couldn’t be because I was gay. While I had never hidden
it, I also didn’t flaunt it and most women, when I broke it to them gently, were shocked to
find out the truth.
Most men, too.
I’d heard, “My
gaydar must be broken,” more times than I’d
ever wanted to.
Even so, dating wasn’t on my agenda anytime soon. Or
ever, since I had no plans on dating anyone ever again.
Life would be easier that way. Plus, at this point, being a
team player didn’t matter, I preferred to remain a free agent.
Ignoring the man, I finished shoving the forkful of
scrambled eggs into my mouth, hoping the guy would get bored staring at me.
Still ignoring the man, I stabbed a piece of sausage, also
shoving it into my mouth and chewing, hoping the guy would lose interest in whatever had
caught it in the first place.
Continuing to ignore the rude man, I sucked down half a
cup of black coffee, hoping the guy would simply fuck off.
Finally, unable to ignore him anymore, I dropped the fork
on my plate with a clatter, tipped my head down and rubbed my forehead. I steadied my
breathing in an attempt to lower my quickly rising blood pressure.
I only wanted to eat in peace. I wasn’t here to make friends,
or even enemies.
I only wanted to be left the fuck alone.
But of course that wasn’t going to happen.
This was exactly why I left Long Island, everything I knew
and everybody who knew me.
I wanted to live somewhere no one knew me or my
backstory. I had gotten to the breaking point, swallowed up by pity on one hand, or people
thinking it was time I “got over it” on the other.
I’d never get over it.
Not fucking ever.
screamed through my head when the dark-haired man rose from where he sat at the
counter. After throwing a few singles next to his plate, he turned and headed away from the
entrance and toward my booth.
Of. Fucking. Course.
Dread rose from my gut into my throat and began to choke
me. The man might have recognized me somehow.
Lifting my coffee cup, I peered over the rim to keep an eye
on the approaching man. My muscles and spine stiffened more with every step taken closer
to where I sat. Trying to mind my own business.
Trying to eat breakfast.
Trying to exist in peace.
About the Author
JEANNE ST. JAMES is a USA
Today, Amazon and international bestselling romance author who loves writing about strong
women and alpha males. She was only thirteen when she first started writing. Her first
published piece was an erotic short story in Playgirl magazine. She then went on to publish
her first romance novel in 2009. She is now an author of over fifty contemporary romances.
She writes M/F, M/M, and M/M/F ménages, including interracial. She also writes M/M
paranormal romance under the name J.J. Masters.
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