Awakenings and French Songs

By Nell Iris

Iggy Wilker never expected his 36th birthday to turn into an existential crisis. When Iggy’s friends celebrate him with his usual favorite pastime -- drinking, dancing, and willing guys -- he suddenly wants nothing to do with any of it. He’s fed up and ready for something else. The question is what?

Ronan Clenney has had his eye on his neighbor forever, but as a single father of a precocious eleven-year-old, he’s never believed he stands a chance. But over a late night cup of tea, it seems circumstances have changed. Is this the right time, finally?

Iggy has never believed in romance, but can Ronan show him he’s wrong? That love is a real thing?

• Language: English
• Publisher: JMS Books LLC
• Release date: Jan 12, 2019
• ISBN: 9781634868471

Nell Iris

Nell is a forty-something bisexual Swedish woman, married to the love of her life, and a proud mama of a grown daughter. She left the Scandinavian cold and darkness for warmer and sunnier Malaysia a few years ago, and now spends her days writing, surfing the Internet, enjoying the heat, and eating good food. One day she decided to chase her lifelong dream of being a writer, sat down in front of her laptop, and wrote a story about two men falling in love. Nell writes gay romance, prefers sweet over angst, and wants to write diverse and different characters.

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Awakenings and French Songs

By Nell Iris

Published by JMS Books LLC

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Copyright 2019 Nell Iris

ISBN 9781634868471

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Published in the United States of America.

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Dedicated to anyone who’s ever been moved to tears by a great song or changed their life because of music. I feel you.

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Awakenings and French Songs

By Nell Iris

I slam the door to the men’s room stall so hard, it bounces back and hits me on the elbow. With an undignified yelp and a grimace, I close it more carefully, turn the lock, and lean against the door. Kneading the sore spot on my elbow, I groan. What’s wrong with me?

Today is my birthday and my friends took me out to celebrate as they do every year. This year, they surprised me with a foam party and a very kind and thoughtful sentiment of even if you’re old in body, you need to stay young at heart.

Real nice.

Usually, I’m a big fan of foam parties, even though I haven’t been to one in ages. The bubbles bring out my inner child, and I can’t help bouncing around, waving my arms, and singing along to the music like I’m a teenager again.

Most of all, I appreciate the abundance of half-naked guys getting all slick and soapy. I love sliding my chest against a slippery body and the not-so-secret hand-jobs under the foam where no one can see what’s going on.

But today, I wasn’t the least bit tempted to throw off my mesh T-shirt and fling myself in the middle of the writhing masses. As soon as my friends disappeared onto the dance floor, I stomped to the dry, suds-free bar, where I spent a couple hours dodging invites from horny guys and downing one drink after another until I remembered I had to work early tomorrow. Dealing with insurance companies sucks on a regular day. Doing it while hungover is torture.

So I downed a bottle of water, slithered away from another set of grabby hands, and marched to the bathroom. Just to take a piss, not to hide. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.

I let out a sound somewhere between a huff and a