Private Investigator Bruce Shannon was doing just fine without all that schmaltzy love stuff. Until someone left the door open…
Hi there! My name is Charlie and I’m a newly published author of M/M Historical Romance. I’d like to give a big thank you to Carson for having me, and to everyone stopping by. As February’s theme embraces all things love, I’m here to give you a sneak peek into my Valentine’s Day Sip: When Love Walked In.
Now, this isn’t a story filled with sweeping gestures of undying love (not that there’s anything wrong with that, but that kinda thing would have Bruce hitting the floor and digging his way to China). Nope, this is a sweet little tale about two fellas who find something neither were looking for and had no idea they were in need of.
Bruce Shannon is a Private Investigator dealing with case after case of missing persons and infidelity. None of which inspire warm, fuzzy feelings during the week of Valentine’s Day. Then again, Bruce isn’t exactly a fuzzy feelings kind of guy, which suits him just fine. He doesn’t need anyone anyhow, only his cat, Mittens. That is, until the handsome Jace Scarret wanders off the street and into Bruce’s life.
A little about Bruce and Jace, and why I wrote about them:
I wrote When Love Walked In because I wanted to tell a Valentine’s Day story about two regular Joes who each have something to offer the other, even if they don’t realize it themselves.
Bruce is older than Jace. He’s been around the block a few times and has the scars to prove it. Being a PI, especially during the Great Depression, isn’t exactly doing anything to help restore Bruce’s faith in his fellow man. And love? Well, he’s pretty much given up on that. As far as he’s concerned, he doesn’t need it. In fact, he’s convinced himself he’s better off without it. Besides, he’s got his job, his friend Joe, Joe’s pies, and Mittens-- his black and white cat. What else could he possibly need?
Jace on the other hand doesn’t have any of those things. He’s recently found himself on the streets without so much as a penny to his name, yet despite his harsh circumstances, Jace has never lost hope. He gets by as best he can and is always optimistic that something better will come along. Jace is no stranger to heartache, and that heartache plays a part in where he’s been and where he’s heading.
Bruce is grumpy, a man of few words and fewer expressions. He’s a thinker who likes to keep those thoughts to himself. Anything you get out of the man will either be through rigorous interrogation or mind reading.
Jace is cheerful, tenacious, and frightfully honest. Don’t let that schoolboy charm fool you, Jace isn’t nearly as timid as he seems.
Unaware of Bruce's ogling--thank goodness, Jace set a plate of toast on the table.
"I hope you don't mind, but I thought I could thank you by making you breakfast. I didn't know what you liked, so I made a little bit of everything."
"You made all this?" Bruce asked, dumbfounded. He was pretty sure all he'd had in his refrigerator were a few eggs, a meager block of cheese, and a few strips of bacon.
"Yes. I hope you like it."
Jace poured them each a cup of coffee and joined him at the table. The first bite was enough to make Bruce melt. My god, the man could cook, unlike Bruce who had nearly burnt the place down once attempting to boil an egg.
"Where have you been all my life?" he moaned, enjoying another forkful. He glanced up and nearly choked on his eggs. Whatever reaction he'd expected, it sure wasn't the one he received. Jace was staring down at his plate, his cheeks a bright pink. It occurred to Bruce that there was something he'd like for breakfast far better than eggs. To make matters worse, when Jace met his gaze, it was all too clear the guy was happy to be that something. That couldn't happen. The poor fellow had enough problems without adding the complications of a tumble in the sack. Besides, the last thing he wanted was for Jace to think Bruce expected something from him after all.
Clearing his throat, Bruce turned his attention back to his breakfast. "This is really good. Thanks."
"Oh, uh, sure." There was a hint of disappointment in Jace's voice, but Bruce figured it was for the best. Definitely. Probably...
Can Jace show Bruce that maybe Valentine’s Day isn’t so lousy after all? Join them to find out!
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