Today I am so pleased to welcome the fabulous Keira Andrews back to Joyfully Jay. Keira is here today to share more about her upcomingย release, Semper Fi, coming outย on November 11th. She has also brought along anย exclusive cover reveal and excerpt, plus copies to give away! ย Please join me in giving Kiera big welcome!

 

First up, hereย is the exclusive first peek at the cover by artist Dar Albertย 

 

Semper Fi


Excerpt

1942

โ€œIโ€™m beginning to think theyโ€™re out of boats.โ€

Jim kept his gaze forward and whispered, โ€œWhat?โ€

As they marched on in close order drill in the gray afternoon, backs ramrod straight, legs striding in unison to the DIโ€™s cadence, Cal didnโ€™t turn his head either. โ€œThe only reason they could possibly have for marching us around this much is that weโ€™re walking to Japan.โ€

Lips twitching, Jim fought a smile. โ€œRight through the ocean, huh?โ€

โ€œYep. This rain is just a warm-up for the real thing.โ€

โ€œPlaatooon, halt!โ€ Tyrell bellowed.

The men staggered to a stop, their rifles clattering together. Jim blinked the rain out of his eyes and waited to find out why Tyrell had stopped them. It could be safely assumed that the recruits had done something wrong. As always.

From the corner of his eye, he could see Tyrell slowly stride down the column of men, eyes sharp like a predator stalking its prey. Jim prayed he would pass Cal by just this once and pick on one of the other recruits. Not that Jim wished them any harm, but he hadnโ€™t gotten to know them. Everyone knew that once their six weeks of training was through, their platoon would be scattered throughout the Corps. No sense in getting attached.

But it was different with Cal. As much as Jim wanted the time to go quickly so he could officially be a Marineโ€”and not stuck in this purgatoryโ€”he dreaded the day he would no longer have Cal at his side to raise a sardonic eyebrow or give him a hand, strong and sure, when he struggled at the top of the climbing wall during PT.

โ€œForrrward march!โ€

As they set out again, it happened so quickly that Jim wasnโ€™t sure if Tyrell tripped him or if Cal had unluckily stumbled. Jim could only catch the edge of Calโ€™s rain poncho for a moment before Cal sprawled forward in the mud, crashing into the man in front of him, who staggered but remained upright.

โ€œPlaatooon, halt!โ€

Shouldering his rifle, Jim sank to his knees beside Cal, who sputtered, wiping mud from his face as he glared up at Tyrell looming over them.

Tyrell narrowed his gaze on Jim. โ€œRecruit! On your feet!โ€

The words were out before Jim could stop them. โ€œHe could be hurt, sir.โ€

Jim had grasped Calโ€™s shoulder, but Cal shook him off. โ€œIโ€™m fine.โ€ He hissed under his breath as he moved to his feet, โ€œGet up!โ€

Clambering up as well, Jim stood at attention once more, eyes on the helmet of the man in front of him. They waited with bated breath for Tyrellโ€™s next move. The freezing rain pelted down, and all else was silent. Jim tensed from head to toe, wondering if Cal was hurt. Cal seemed to be standing fine beside him.

Finally Tyrell spoke. Instead of his usual red-faced roar, he addressed Cal with an eerie calm. โ€œThis is what happens when you donโ€™t stay in step, recruit.โ€

โ€œYes, sir.โ€ Calโ€™s voice was flat.

โ€œYouโ€™re filthy, recruit.โ€

โ€œYes, sir.โ€

โ€œGet out of that disgusting uniform.โ€

Cal hesitated. โ€œSir?โ€

With a swift intake of air, Tyrell unleashed at full volume. โ€œDid I stutter? Youโ€™re a disgrace to this platoon! Youโ€™re not fit to wear that uniform, so get it off! On the double! Down to your skivvies!โ€

From the corner of his eye, Jim watched as Cal stripped, awkwardly shifting his rifle from arm to arm since he couldnโ€™t dare put it down in the mud. He hopped on one foot as he struggled to yank off his trousers over his boots. Jim clenched his fists, pressing his arms to his sides.

Once Cal stood at attention again, Tyrell inspected him. He barked, โ€œPick up those revolting pieces of clothing. You think Iโ€™m gonna carry them back to the barracks for you?โ€

Cal did as he was told, balling up his uniform and tucking it under his arm. โ€œNo, sir!โ€

โ€œForrrward march!โ€

They were off again. Jim caught glimpses of Calโ€™s chest, the dark hair scattered across it matted down by the relentless, icy rain. As they marched on interminably, Cal began to noticeably shiver. Jim wanted to give him his own poncho and tell Tyrell to go to the devil, but knew it would only make things worse.

When they finally returned to the hub of the base, Marines laughed and hollered at Cal, whistling and breaking into a ribald song. Jim could see the stony set of Calโ€™s jaw as he ignored them. They were finally dismissed for an hour to write letters, but Cal headed straight to the head.

Although he was eager to write home, Jim followed. The empty shower room was large and open. Still in his muddy boots, Cal dropped his gear and clomped over to one of the showers and turned on the water. His soaked white briefs clung to his buttocks.

For some reason, group showers always made Jim strangely bashful and uncomfortable, even back in high school phys ed. Heโ€™d seen Cal and all the other recruits naked by this point, and didnโ€™t want to be labeled a prude. Yet there was something about the sight of Cal in his boots and see-through skivvies that made Jim flush and turn away.

He realized Cal needed dry clothes, and hurried back to the barracks to retrieve Calโ€™s spare khakis and towel. When he returned, Cal still stood beneath the spray of water, his legs parted and arms braced against the wall.

Jim croaked, โ€œCal?โ€ He cleared his throat. โ€œYouโ€™d better get dressed. Tyrellโ€™s likely to call off the personal time any minute and get us marching again.โ€

With a nod, Cal turned off the water. A crooked smile lifted his lips when he saw Jim holding his spare clothes. โ€œThanks.โ€

As Cal bent to unlace his boots, Jim made himself busy at the sink, scrubbing his hands even though they didnโ€™t need it. In the chipped mirror, he glanced at Cal toweling dry and dressing. When Cal swore under his breath, Jim turned around. โ€œOkay?โ€

โ€œDamn buttons.โ€ Cal had on his undershirt, but struggled with his uniform.

Jim stepped closer and realized Calโ€™s hands were shaking. He reached out and covered Calโ€™s fingers with his own, wincing when he felt how cold they were even after the shower. โ€œHere. Let me.โ€

Although clearly wanting to argue, Cal lowered his arms to his sides. Jim inched closer, but found his own hands clumsy as he tried to fasten Calโ€™s shirt in the opposite way he was used to. โ€œWait, thisโ€™ll be easier.โ€

He moved behind Cal and reached around him, pressing against his back as he pushed each button through its hole. Cal seemed to be holding his breath, and didnโ€™t move a muscle. When the last button was through, Jim stepped away and slapped Cal lightly on the back. โ€œThere you go. Ready for action.โ€

Cal mumbled a reply, his face flushed. Jim was relieved the shower and dry clothes had done the trick, and that Cal was warming up again.


Blurb

Semper FiThe war is over. The battle for love has just begun.

As Marines, Cal and Jim depended on each other to survive bloodshed and despair in the Pacific. Relieved to put the horrors of war behind him, Jim went home to his apple orchard and a quiet life with his wife and children. Knowing Jim could never return his forbidden feelings, Cal hoped time and an ocean between them would dull the yearning for his best friend.

But when Jimโ€™s wife dies, Cal returns to help. He doesnโ€™t know a thing about apple farmingโ€”or childrenโ€”but heโ€™s determined to be there for Jim, even as the painful torch he carries blazes back to life. Jim is grateful for his friendโ€™s support as he struggles with buried emotions and dark wartime memories. Then Jim begins to see Cal in a new light, and their relationship deepens in ways neither expected. Can they build a life together as a family and find happiness in a world that would condemn them?


Bio

Keira AndrewsAfter writing for years yet never really finding the right inspiration, Keira discovered her voice in gay romance, which has become a passion. She writes contemporary, historical, paranormal and fantasy fiction, andโ€”although she loves delicious angst along the wayโ€”Keira firmly believes in happy endings. For as Oscar Wilde once said, โ€œThe good ended happily, and the bad unhappily. That is what fiction means.โ€ You can find out more about Keira and her books at herย website, and on Facebook and Twitter.


Giveaway

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