On Davis Row is an adult romance with LGBTQ+ characters recently published on November 27th, 2017.
Nearing the end of a suspended jail sentence should unlock a brighter future for CJ Davis, only the chip on his shoulder is as hard to shift as his bad reputation. Born into a family of career criminals who live down Davis Road, an address the cops have dubbed Davis Row, his name alone is like a rap sheet that makes optimism impossible.
Brand-new parole officer Noah Huxley is determined to see the good in men like CJ. After all, he knows firsthand that bad things can happen to good people. His colleagues mock his doe-eyed optimism, but Noah soon sees CJ’s bad attitude and bravado are weapons he uses to keep people at a distance.
Both men know one simple mistake can change a life forever. At first glance, they might seem to be polar opposites. Yet underneath, they’re not that different at all.
I walked into my kitchen and CJ followed. The tension between us was palpable and heavy in the air. I wanted to fix this, but I needed the truth and I needed to hear it from him. Yesterday afternoon, I was determined to walk away from him until he sent me that damn text message.
That was all it said.
But I knew how much it would have taken him to write that and then to find the courage to send it. Those two simple, innocent letters were like a red-hot poker to my heart. Then a few hours later, he sent it again, and it almost killed me. I could picture him trying to figure out if he’d somehow fucked up the first one, and even imagining him staring at the phone confused just about broke my heart.
When my phone rang and it was his number, I almost hit Answer. My God, I almost did. I wanted to speak to him so badly. I wanted to hear his voice, to say I was sorry for ignoring his texts, that he didn’t mess the text messages up, he did it perfectly, but my heart wouldn’t let me.
But then his voice message . . . he sounded so confused and hurt, and for him to call me when his father might hear or find out he actually had a phone . . . well, I just couldn’t stand it anymore. I called him back and his voice was like a song written just for me. Even all the beers I’d had couldn’t lessen the pull I felt for him. I’d hoped the alcohol would help numb me, but if anything, it made it worse.
It’s funny how alcohol affects your vision. Sometimes things tilt and blur, then other times it strips away all the bullshit and the truth is all that remains.
I was in love with CJ Davis.
N.R. Walker is an Australian author, who loves her genre of gay romance.
She loves writing and spends far too much time doing it, but wouldn’t have it any other way.
She is many things: a mother, a wife, a sister, a writer. She has pretty, pretty boys who live in her head, who don’t let her sleep at night unless she gives them life with words. She likes it when they do dirty, dirty things… but likes it even more when they fall in love.
She used to think having people in her head talking to her was weird, until one day she happened across other writers who told her it was normal.
She’s been writing ever since…
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