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Lover.  Cheated. Heartbroken. Humiliated. Bitter.  Thornton Marsh had experienced all of those emotions in rapid fire after the man he loved betrayed him, in their home, on their bed, on his parents’ wedding quilt.

He learned to live his life with all of those emotions buried deep, and he moved on.  He became successful, made friends, and never allowed himself to become emotionally attached to another person who could destroy his mangled heart once and for all.  It worked perfectly until one day when it didn’t.

Lover.  Cheater.  Destroyer.  Alcoholic.  Recovering.  Kennedy Catrelle had lived with labels he received based on one horrible decision.  He never had the opportunity to try to offer an explanation for his actions, but then again, when he ripped apart the world he was building with the man he loved, what was there really left to say?

He learned to live his life with the assistance of people who cared about him, but they never made him feel he was worth their love.  He accepted the responsibilities associated with his actions, and for the sake of an unexpected angel, he got to a better place in his life.  It worked perfectly until a manuscript for a new novel found its way to his desk.

Forgiveness.  Two men are looking for how to give it and how to earn it.  When they meet again, is there another chance for them?  Forgiveness is one of the seven virtues, but in their broken states, are they able to find it?


I hope you’ll check it out!  Cheers!

Published by Sam E. Kraemer

I grew up in the rural Midwest before moving to the East Coast with a dashing young man who swept me off my feet, and we've now settled in the desert of Nevada. I write M/M contemporary romance, subgenres: sweet low angst, age-gap, cowboys, mysteries, and military/mercenary to name a few. I am a firm believer in "Love is Love" regardless of how it presents itself, and I'm a staunch ally of the LGBTQIA+ community. I have a loving, supportive family, and I feel blessed by the universe and thankful every day for all I have been given. I’m old enough to know how to have fun, but too old to care what others think about my definition of a good time. In my heart and soul, I believe I hit the cosmic jackpot. Cheers!

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