After what feels like forever, I’m finally happy to announce a release date for False Start, the second book in the Wilmington Breakers series! The release date is scheduled for May 15, 2017. Huge thanks once again to Marisa from Cover Me, Darling and Eric Battershell for leading me to Christian Petrovich, who is now the face of Nixon Cross.
Nixon Cross isn’t wired to share his life with anyone. He’d considered a relationship once, but after the one man patient enough to put up with all his quirks shut him down, he committed all of his energy to football and helping his players. Now, one of his players need more help than Nixon can provide and his former flame is the one man who will know what to do.
Retired NAFL player Lincoln Sims had no choice but to stay in the closet; he was a professional athlete at a time when it was impossible to be honest about his sexuality. After retiring, he confessed his secret to his wife and son because he was tired of living a lie. Now, he’s ready to live his life. Nixon Cross is the man he left behind but could never forget.
Can these men find a way to recover from their false start years earlier?
The entire drive through downtown, my fingers tapped an anxious rhythm against the steering wheel. At every intersection, I debated turning around and heading back to my hotel. It was the safe option. If I didn’t pressure Nixon into talking to me, I could tell myself we simply weren’t meant to be. But I’d played it safe my entire life and that’d left me lonely and miserable. No one else saw me that way, but that was because I’d had so many years playing the part of a man who couldn’t be happier with his life that it had become second nature.
I pulled into the public parking around the back of Nixon’s building. It was still early enough that the streets were crowded with groups heading to one of the many bars in the area, so I kept my head down to avoid being recognized by anyone. I’d never done that before, but tonight I felt raw and exposed, as if anyone who noticed me would really see me. Maybe I wasn’t as ready to be out and proud as I told myself.
My finger hovered over Nixon’s buzzer and I took a few steadying breaths. This was it; one way or the other, walking through those doors and riding the elevator up to the eighth floor would answer the questions in my mind. It would be a new beginning or closure. Either was better than the limbo I’d been in since Nixon called me last week. I pressed the button and took a step back, stuffing my hands into the pockets of my slacks so I couldn’t pick at the skin at the corners of my nails.
“Linc?” I looked at the small monitor above the buzzer panel. Nixon leaned closer to the camera on his side of our connection, concern evident in the deep ridges across his forehead. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” I glanced around, trying to make sure no one was watching me. Again, something I wouldn’t have done in the past, but it seemed knowing what I thought was a private conversation having been recorded and possibly getting ready to be broadcast to the world had me a bit paranoid. “Can…um…I’m sorry, Nix. I should’ve called. I was hoping we might be able to talk a bit.”
“Yeah, absolutely,” Nixon said without hesitation. The door buzzed and I stepped inside. Willed my heart to slow down while I waited for the elevator. Told myself there was nothing to worry about as the elevator car ascended to Nixon’s floor. Felt a change in the air when I stepped off and turned to the left. Couldn’t breathe when I saw Nixon leaning casually against the wall waiting for me. His proffered hand spurred me into motion and I closed the distance between us. “This is an unexpected surprise.”
“I should’ve called first,” I repeated. “I’m leaving tomorrow and we need to talk about what happened between us. I mean, I’d like to if you’d be willing. I think both of us could’ve handled things better and… I miss you.”