Today I am so pleased to welcome Cristina Bruni to Joyfully Jay. Cristina has come to talk to share an exclusive excerpt from her latest release, Gibraltar. Please join me in giving her a big welcome!
“Dammit!” John cussed, trying in vain to coax the key into the keyhole.
“One drink too many?” Benjamin teased.
“It’s not the alcohol—it’s this damned weather. The rain always does this to me. It’s. . . inebriating!” he joked, spinning both hands around his head.
“Give it here.” Benjamin took the keys and opened the door, but it took two tries.
John snorted. “I guess the rain got to you, too, Captain! It was raining ambrosia tonight!”
“Knock it off! I just got you home safe, you ought to be more grateful!”
“Aye, aye, Captain!”
They made their way in, John staggering and laughing like an idiot. Benjamin grabbed his hand, pulling him safely away from the dresser he was just about to crash into. This only made John laugh even harder.
“You’re drunk as a skunk,” Benjamin commented, sweetly.
John grabbed hold of his hand. “Lucky for me, you’re here to keep an eye on me, Captain.”
“It’s a tough job, but somebody’s got to do it.”
He pulled John close, hugging him tight. It felt like the natural thing to do, and that scared him.
What the hell am I doing?
John rested his head on Benjamin’s shoulder. His laughter petered out, and his breathing calmed down.
I’m doing what I’ve always wanted to do. It’s just a hug. There’s nothing wrong with that. . .
He squeezed tighter. John’s damp hair tickled his cheek. He gently rested his hand on the young man’s head, remembering that night, years earlier, when he had hugged Jack that same way. They were on the Sunrise, and Jack was guarding the quarterdeck. Just a few weeks after that, Jack was hit by the corsair fire, and the thankless ocean waters deprived them both of a love before it had had the time to really bloom.
John’s hair smelled of rain, a lovely scent that filled Benjamin’s heart with peace. He wished that hug could last forever, but John took a tiny step back and raised his head off the captain’s shoulder, gently brushing his nose against his cheek. Benjamin shivered.
John stared into his eyes, smiling.
They stood like that for a moment, quietly looking at each other. But that silence communicated more than any thousand spoken words possibly could. Just like when Benjamin had seen Jack on the deck of the Sunrise, and their eyes met for the final time, before John’s body fell into the ocean.
“Will I see you at the park, Benjamin? As soon as this rain gives us a break?”
Benjamin nodded. “Get a good sleep, first.”
“And you better get back to your roost safe and sound.”
They stared at each other for another long moment, smiling, before Benjamin closed the door behind him.
Benjamin Scott is a fair man and a fearless sea captain, but his heart is broken. A while back, during a fierce battle in the West Indies, he witnessed the death of his best man, Jack, who fell into the sea before Ben had the chance to confess his love to him.
In Gibraltar, he happens to run into a stranger, John, who bears an uncanny resemblance to his lost love. A friendship grows between the two men, soon turning to love. This time, will Benjamin find the courage to confess his love, before losing John as well?
- Amazon link: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07824QKH3
- GR link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/23174425-gibraltar
Cristina Bruni lives in northern Italy with her husband and their child. She’s already published in the US the M/M sport novel “Seven Days” by JMS Books and many other novels with the Italian publisher Triskell Edizioni. Since she was a young girl, her biggest wishes were being a mother and an author and now, after fighting for it for years, she finally succeeded in both. She loves travelling abroad, going to the cinema, reading Sherlock Holmes, luxury bags and playing tennis and golf. She’s madly USA-sick and UK-sick. She made her debut writing fanfictions and, now, her new wish would be writing love Male-to-Male stories for the rest of her life and living on a beach in Hawaii.
Maybe dreams will come true again, sooner or later…