Title: A World Apart
Category and Genre: Adult, Gay romance
Word count: 47,000
A WORLD APART is a gay romance novel dealing with illness and crime – themes not so often explored in the world of “happily ever after”.
BEN GRIERS is the darling of Corinth’s Georgia Police Department – intelligent, handsome and hardworking. Thanks to his beautiful wife and clever daughter Ben’s family is the envy of the town. Yet desperate unhappiness is hiding just below the surface.
When DONNIE SAUNDERS, a deadbeat redneck with a temper, is brought to Corinth PD as a suspect in a hit and run, Ben finds himself strangely intrigued by the man. He is quick to establish Donnie’s innocence, but can’t shake the feeling that Donnie is hiding something. Soon they encounter each other again at an AA meeting in Atlanta, and sparks begin to fly.
Faced with obstacles both old and new, Ben feels torn. Will his attraction to this man, who is his opposite in many ways, threaten everything he’s worked and lived for? What price will he have to pay to find happiness with Donnie? And will Donnie, whose life is fraught with difficulty, allow himself to trust Ben?
As their mutual attraction draws them ever closer, both men are forced to confront their most painful secrets.
First 250 words:
“What have we got, Lou?” Ben asked as he stepped up to the reception desk at Corinth Police Department and glanced at the handcuffed man on a nearby bench. He was staring down at the scuffed linoleum floor, and Ben was looking at the top of a head of strawberry blond, disheveled hair. The man was jiggling his knees nervously, and his jaw worked as he bit the inside of his mouth repeatedly.
“Guy was driving the vehicle involved in that hit and run yesterday,” Lou the desk clerk said, pointing unnecessarily at the man on the bench. “Browne and O’Donnell brought him in. They’re with the boss right now.” Lou nodded towards the captain’s office. Ben glanced around just as his partner Jason Browne came striding out of the door.
“How was court, brother?” Jason sounded cheerful, but his eyes were cold. That was never a good combination. Ben frowned, then shrugged.
“You missed all the excitement.” Jason gestured towards the handcuffed man who was still staring at the floor. “Saunders here knows some pretty colorful language, and he wasn’t none too happy to accompany us, neither.”
“Hence the handcuffs,” Ben said drily, and it wasn’t a question. Jason answered it with a smirk anyway.
“Wasn’t me that hit that kid,” the man muttered. “Told ya I wasn’t in town.”
Jason sighed. “And I told you this: We got witnesses placing you at the scene, smarty-pants. It’s your word against theirs. Who’re we gonna believe, some deadbeat, or the boy’s mother?”