Back Home by R.J. Scott Blog Tour, Excerpt, Review & Giveaway!

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Back Home

by

R.J. Scott

Falling for his brother’s boyfriend broke his heart. Now he’s back home and falls in love all over again.

One birthday kiss and Kieran realizes he is in danger of falling for his brother’s boyfriend, Jordan. Leaving for college, then moving to another country is the only way to ease the ache in his heart.

But, when his father becomes ill and his sister begs him to come home, Kieran returns for good. He finds the family business nearly bankrupt and Jordan, the man he ran from, beaten down by despair and guilt.

Friendship is what they promise each other as they work to repair the business, but it could never be enough for Kieran. When secrets spill, and there are vital decisions to be made, Kieran realizes two things; he’s back home, and he wants to stay with Jordan for good.

Now he just needs to convince Jordan.

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Excerpt!

He didn’t think he’d ever felt so low on reserves, so damn drained, but Ben didn’t know the full extent of the shit that Addison Construction was in. He wasn’t aware of the debt that sat at the bank, the check that Mistral House was just about to cut for them only just covering the deficit. The timing had to be perfect. They were coming to inspect in two days, and he had so little to do to finish. Jordan let Ben keep talking, ignoring it mostly for his sanity, until Ben reached his peak then just as suddenly stopped.

Jordan frowned at the sudden silence. Silence with Ben was always a bad thing.

“Brad wouldn’t want you working yourself to death just to get to see him sooner.” Ben’s words were weighted with sadness, and he said them so firmly, not backing off one inch from his opinion.

Guilt, anger, temper—all three churned in Jordan’s gut, then came a sudden maelstrom of grief. The overwhelming feelings he felt when he thought about the man he had loved and lost were something he ruthlessly pushed down. He locked them away, behind walls of stone. Fuck. Exhaustion was allowing the hidden emotions through. Ben should leave well enough alone. Why did he even have to mention Brad, tonight of all nights? Couldn’t he see that Jordan was busy trying to save the company from going bust?

Ben looked at him with such mute understanding in his lined and weathered face that Jordan felt the temper in him begin to dissipate. He banked the fire of his anger as much as he could, channeling it to fuel his stubbornness. He didn’t have any response to Ben’s statement. All he wanted to say was that, yes, maybe he did want to join Brad, that somehow dying would make everything easier. Maybe if something did happen to him, it would be for the best. He was insured big time, and his will specified everything would go to his surrogate family, the Addisons, and that would clear all the debt and then some. He turned on the small jigsaw he’d been using earlier to do more shaping on the newel post. The high whine of the machinery made talking impossible, and it was the only way he could stop himself from giving in to anything other than the determination to finish this damn house. His throat was thick with emotion, and his thoughts writhed—tangled and tied in all manner of what-ifs in his head.

Ben should never be forced to bear the brunt of that horror. Deliberately, Jordan turned his back on Ben. In no uncertain terms, he declared the conversation over and returned to concentrating on finishing the work. He caught a glimpse of the worried expression on Ben’s face, but ignored it. 

“This is getting too dangerous,” Ben muttered to himself as he left, but Jordan ignored that too. In fact, Jordan only relaxed when he sensed that he was alone in the room and glanced over his shoulder to confirm that the door no longer framed his friend. Gone with Ben was the air of disappointment and growing concern that had surrounded the older man.

With a hefty exhalation of relief, he turned back to the work at hand, trying to find his balance, desperately attempting to connect to the skill that was inside him, not wanting to ruin everything now. Working with his hands, creating beauty out of the wood, comforted him and centered him. Kieran had once called him an artist.

Jesus. Where had that thought come from? First Brad and now Kieran? This was one hell of a night for ghosts and memories to choose to haunt him.

Trying to calm his anger and the roiling misery inside him, he was able to push through the complete exhaustion, the last, stuttering pulse of adrenaline forcing him towards the finish line. The bone-deep tiredness verged on paralysis and was causing his eyes to half close. His muscles, operating with an overload of lactic acid, howled with pain. Jordan knew that he’d pay dearly for the abuse in the morning. At least the pain would be eased a bit by the satisfaction of creating the final invoice for the two hundred thousand they were owed.

Ben’s words rattled in his head—Jordan was too far past exhaustion to be able to block them. Damn him for talking to Jordan now about Brad. Hayley’s birthday meant that the anniversary of Brad’s death was only days away, the dark anniversary of a nightmare that had yet to lift. 

His concentration slipped, and he caught himself just in time to stop the wickedly sharp blade from carving a hole in his hand. Through the fog of weariness, one lashing flicker of reality shot through. Jordan felt rather than heard his frustrated sigh. That had been too close, much too close. He was an ass. Insurance money or not, he wasn’t suicidal, and he would be no good to the Addisons or himself if he managed to destroy his most valuable tools—his hands. It was way past time to stop.

Jordan stretched up and took a step backward, his legs cramping, sore and tight from being in the same position for so long. The pain and a momentary weakness in his left leg caused him to stumble. Attempting to catch himself, he somehow managed to tangle his foot with the cable to the saw. As he fell, his hand slid up against the thin blade. The pain was instant, and the power cut off just as quickly.

He’d managed to yank back as the blade had touched his skin. But the damage was done. The blade had sliced into his wrist and the fleshy part of his hand. The injury was so deep he could see bone. The first shock of pain was so intense it sent him stumbling backward until he crashed into the stool he’d been using.

Something in the back of his mind screamed, Stop the bleeding! Get help! But he didn’t know how to do either. Shock rendered him mindless. Blindly he lurched to rest his forearm on the stool and tried desperately to get the gaping wound closed using his uninjured hand.

Blood surged between his fingers and down his forearm, slithered across the seat of the stool, and ran down the nearest leg before it combined with the sawdust on the floor into a horror of reddish wood paste. Jordan, head light with the deeper onset of shock, pain making it almost impossible to think, knew with absolute certainty that losing blood as fast as he was meant he could die. He released his hold on the wound, scrabbling for his cell phone, which he’d left lying on the side of the saw table. He cursed as it slithered away from his blood-wet hand.

“Son of a bitch. Fuckin’ son of a bitch,” he muttered over and over, the smell of blood— his blood—was overpowering He grabbed again for the cell, managed to reach it and flipped it open.

His vision graying and his eyes closing, somehow, from somewhere, he remembered that he needed to put pressure on the injury. Hitting redial was all he had managed before the cell dropped to the floor as red with blood as his hand. The floor rose to meet him in a haze of wood and gray, and he collapsed to the ground, his injured hand mashed into his shirt. He rolled, his arm under his body, and figured he would soon lose consciousness in a twisted maze of blood and wires. He watched the scarlet spread more slowly but still relentlessly from under him as the blood, his life, saturated sanded wood floors and seeped between smooth bare floorboards.

In the swirling gray-black, Jordan’s thoughts became dazed. Maybe this is okay. Maybe it doesn’t matter.

It wasn’t going to be long, then. If he was lucky, he would have the chance to tell Brad how sorry he was. How sorry…

And the world disappeared into dark.

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About R.J.!

R.J. Scott author picRJ Scott is the bestselling romance author of over 100 romance books. She writes emotional stories of complicated characters, cowboys, millionaire, princes, and the men and women who get mixed up in their lives. RJ is known for writing books that always end with a happy ever after. She lives just outside London and spends every waking minute she isn’t with family either reading or writing.

The last time she had a week’s break from writing she didn’t like it one little bit, and she has yet to meet a bottle of wine she couldn’t defeat.

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Review

R.J. Scott - Back Home CoverTitle: Back Home (3rd Edition)

Author: R.J. Scott

Genre: Contemporary

Length: Novel (195 pages)

ISBN: 9781785640698

Publisher: Love Lane Books (28th May 2017)

Heat Level: Moderate

Heart Rating: ♥♥♥♥ 4 Hearts

Blurb: Falling for his brother’s boyfriend broke his heart. Now he’s back home and falling in love all over again.

One birthday kiss, given on a dare, and Kieran realizes he is in danger of falling for his brother’s boyfriend, Jordan. Leaving for college, then moving to another country is the only way to ease the ache in his heart.

But, when his father becomes ill, and his sister begs him to come home, Kieran returns for good. He finds the family business nearly bankrupt and Jordan, the man he ran from, beaten down by despair and guilt.

Friendship is what they promise each other as they work to repair the business, but it could never be enough for Kieran. When secrets spill, and there are vital decisions to be made, Kieran realizes two things; he’s back home, and he wants to stay with Jordan for good.

Now he just needs to convince Jordan.

Product Link: Amazon (US) | Amazon (UK) 

Reviewer: Anna

Review: The story begins with Jordan Salter, who has been trying his hardest to help save his dead lover’s family business. Exhausted, the man makes a mistake that could easily end his career, and sets in course events that will change his life forever. With the patriarch of the family falling even deeper into illness, they have to choice but to call Kieran, the wild child, home.

Kieran Addison ran away twice from the man he loves, the man his older brother was going to spend the rest of his life with. Even two years after his death, Kieran still sees Jordan as his brother’s lover, Kieran’s most wanted dream and nightmare. However, when he finds out how bad the family business is doing and how Jordan has been trying to keep them all afloat, Kieran decides to stop running. Even if it means confronting his feelings and risk marring his brother’s memory. Jordan, face-to-face with his darkest desire, must now fight alongside Kieran for the sake of their family, all the while consumed by his biggest secret.

In few pages, R.J. Scott tells the story of a love so lasting in engulfs the reader. The desire to claim deep love fights with the desire to do right by a family member, someone close to the main characters. Scott thrusts the audience into an environment so hurtful and longing. We can’t go along for the ride and not come out unchanged.

The love between Kieran and Jordan touches us in a way that makes us wonder what we’d do if the love of our life was right next to us, but yet so far away, trapped behind a wall of people we love. In the end, we end up asking ourselves: would we risk everything, or would we accept defeat?

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