Scott Murphy new from a young age that he was gay but even knowing his sexuality he couldn't imagine life without Shelly. They spent 11 years together until her death. Chris has lost his sister and spends all of his time at support groups or the bar not to be alone. He can't stop thinking how he could have saved his sister. Then one day Scott shows up at the group and Chris notices him right away. Chris is the first person that Scott notices in a very long time but he kee Godsend by Sloan Johnson
GMR 4 STAR REVIEW!!!
Scott Murphy new from a young age that he was gay but even knowing his sexuality he couldn't imagine life without Shelly. They spent 11 years together until her death. Chris has lost his sister and spends all of his time at support groups or the bar not to be alone. He can't stop thinking how he could have saved his sister. Then one day Scott shows up at the group and Chris notices him right away. Chris is the first person that Scott notices in a very long time but he keeps thinking of his Shelly. This might be what they both need to move on and heal their broken hearts together.
This was a different read for me then the usual MM novels so that was fun. I also like that the character of Scott has decided not to put labels on his sexuality and that was very refreshing. Even though Scott was attracted to men he was very much in love with his wife but I wish the author went into more detail of how this marriage actually really worked.
The story begins one year after the death of Shelly and her father take Scott to a bereavement class and this is where he meets Chris who also has lost someone very special. I did enjoy the novel but I wish the author would have explained a lot more about the fundamentals of Scott and Shelly's relationship as at times it was hard to comprehend. All in all was a pretty good read.
I promised Ma that I wouldn’t drink my dinner every night, but some days, it’s impossible to keep that promise. I tell myself that it’s different on days like today because I’m not drinking to forget how much I miss Jill, I’m drinking to forget how miserable some people choose to make one another. Today, I just about lost it and told one couple that there’s no point in them even trying to get along. Unfortunately, my partner frowns upon me telling couples that sometimes two people just aren’t meant to be together, as was this case with this pair.
It takes a minute for my eyes to adjust to the dark atmosphere of Brewster’s after walking around for thirty minutes trying to tell myself I didn’t need a drink. I find an empty seat at the end of the bar and signal the bartender for my usual. Okay, so maybe Ma had a point since he simply nods and has a tall whiskey sour sitting in front of me in less than a minute.
I look around, the same way I do every night, wondering if this town will ever start to feel like home. It’s a nice enough place, but there’s a definite divide between those who are from here and those who move here at some point in their lives.
I sit a bit straighter when I see Scott, the quiet, broody guy from group, sitting at one of the high top tables in the center of the room. He looks absolutely miserable. When I catch a glimpse of his date for the evening, Adrian the annoying twink who thinks he’s God’s gift to all gay men in town, the annoyance radiating off Scott is understandable.
I nurse the first drink, rather than down it as quickly as possible. I’ve wanted to talk to Scott the past few weeks, but he’s ducked out as soon as the official meeting ends, even though Jim hangs around for a while. I’ve considered following him when he leaves, to see if I can talk to him, but then I tell myself that he must have his reasons for not wanting to deal with people and I have to respect that.
I feel like a creep, watching Adrian and Scott eating dinner, but I can’t help it. A few times, I’ve thought Scott was checking me out the same way I have been him and this is the first confirmation I have that I might be right. Scott excuses himself from the table and Adrian reaches out for him as he walks away. I laugh when Scott practically jumps back to keep from being part of an awkward and unwelcome embrace.
Once he’s in the restroom, I order another drink before putting a five-dollar bill in the jukebox. I don’t give a shit about the music, but it’s the closest I can get to Scott without following him into the bathroom, which is a level of creepy that I can’t imagine stooping to.