Blurb:
You can’t choose who you fall in love with. Despite assuming from a young age that he was gay, Scott Murphy couldn’t imagine life without Shelly. He threw away the label he'd stuck on his sexuality and had eleven amazing years with her, but now, he feels even more lost trying to figure out how to move on after Shelly’s death. After nearly a year of watching Scott fade away, Shelly’s father forces him to start living again.
As much as Chris loathes the idea of attending a bereavement group week after week, it’s one of the only places he can go in this town, other than the bar, to not feel so alone. When there’s nothing to distract him or dull his senses, he spends too much time obsessing over how he should have been able to help his sister. When Scott shows up at his group session, Chris decides that maybe some good can come out of his sister’s death.
There’s no denying that Chris is the first man to catch Scott’s attention in a long time, but how can he move on when just thinking of Shelly sends him to his dark place?
The road to recovery won’t be an easy one, but Chris is determined to help Scott see that life is still worth living. But before Scott can allow himself to admit what he feels for Chris, he knows he has to reveal the full truth about Shelly’s death.
Excerpt:
My entire body trembles as I focus on putting one foot in front of the other through the parking lot. Scott reaches for my hand and I can feel him shaking in my grasp. Over the years, we've talked about going so many pleaces, but this is the last place we ever thoughty we would be.
"You know I love you and respect your decision, but I have to ask one last time; are you sure this is what you want to do?" Scott chokes on his words and I know I would see tears in his eyes if I looked at him, which is exactly why I focus on the pavement in front of me. Needing to feel him, needing to know I'm not alone in this, I reach for his hand. He squeezes tightly and offers me a forced smile.
Author bio:
Sloan Johnson is a big city girl trapped in a country girl's body. While she longs for the hustle and bustle of New York City or Las Vegas, she hasn't yet figured out how to sit on the deck with her morning coffee, watching the deer and wild turkeys in the fields while surrounded by concrete and glass.
When she was three, her parents received their first call from the principal asking them to pick her up from school. Apparently, if you aren't enrolled, you can't attend classes, even in Kindergarten. The next week, she was in preschool and started plotting her first story soon after.
Later in life, her parents needed to do something to help their socially awkward, uncoordinated child come out of her shell and figured there was no better place than a bar on Wednesday nights. It's a good thing they did because this.
Love. Loss. Isolation.
Friendship. Companionship. Love regained.
Sounds like an
emotional rollercoaster, doesn’t it. It is, one that Scott Murphy understands
all too well.
In the soon to be
released ‘Godsend’, Sloan Johnson takes readers on such a rollercoaster; one
such as readers cannot help but get involved in.
As Scott goes through
his emotional turmoil, one cannot help but be pulled so far into his story that
you can actually feel his pain, anger, and desolation. I know that some of you
out there are thinking That’s not the
kind of book I want to read. It’s too morbid. I assure you that ‘Godsend’
is far from it, and you would be doing yourself a disservice by not reading it.
Being a person with
strong emotions, I thought the same thing. It took me 6 times starting and
stopping just to get through the prologue, but I finally managed to, and was
very glad I did. This book deals with the same situations that occur in many
peoples’ lives (including my own). Incredibly written with a lot of sensitivity
and realism it’s hard to believe it’s a work of fiction. But what a work of
fiction it is. I can’t recommend it strongly enough.
On a scale of 1 to 10, I
give it a definite 9.5 and put it on the must read list.
Well done, Sloan, well
done.
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