Today we have a wonderful exclusive excerpt from Indigo Road by RJ Jones. If you love a road trip story with two gorgeous men discovering themselves, you’ll love Indigo Road. There’s also a giveaway.
Two best friends take a year off to find themselves… and end up finding each other.
Joshua Simpson has just finished four years at Purdue University, but that’s not why he’s buzzing with excitement. Once they’ve said goodbye to their families, Josh and his best friend Alex are taking off to discover America in an old but reliable VW van, planning on not seeing snow for an entire year.
Josh has always considered himself straight—except for that one time in college—so when he and Alex are living in such close proximity on the road, he’s unsure what these new feelings mean. Is it because they’re spending 24/7 together, or is it something deeper? And does it really matter since Josh has only ever seen Alex with women?
While in Oregon, Josh meets Johnno, a sexy but confusing Aussie surfer. While having an impromptu surfing lesson, Johnno helps Josh realize who he is and what he wants—but Alex’s reaction leaves Josh confused.
From a Montana ranch to the bright lights and dangerous streets of Los Angeles to a dark and lonely deserted highway in Alabama, join Josh and Alex as they drive around the US, discovering not only who they are, but who they can be together.
“Hey,” I said, opening the door.
“Horse.” He always had the same reply. It’d taken me a few days after we first met in junior high to ask the meaning. He’d just shrugged and said, “Because horses eat hay.” He’d been saying it ever since.
Alex slipped past me, carrying a swivel stool and a small black case with him.
“C’mon, we better do this outside,” he said, making his way through the kitchen toward the backyard.
Mom and Dad looked at me, a question in their eyes as Alex waved to them and kept walking. I shrugged and followed him through the sliding door out into the backyard.
Alex set the stool on the lawn, sat down, and rummaged through the case, bringing out a set of clippers. He took his shirt off and threw it over the wooden railing of the deck behind him.
“Here,” he said, passing me the clippers, a nervous look on his face. “You better do me first before I lose my nerve.”
“Shave my head. Do it quick.” Alex closed his eyes and waited patiently, his shoulders tight with tension.
I turned the clippers on, feeling the little black contraption vibrate rapidly in my hand. Alex jumped a little at the noise, then rolled his shoulders.
“Are you sure? You like your hair.” Alex had gorgeous hair. It was a dirty-blond mess of waves that brushed his ears, and somehow—even if he’d just woken up—it looked like he’d styled it that way.
“Yes. I don’t want to worry about getting regular cuts while we’re on the road. Plus, it’ll grow back, right?” He sounded like he doubted his hair’s ability to grow.
“Of course it will. In a few months you won’t even notice.” I paused, waiting for him to give me the go-ahead. He simply nodded and closed his eyes again.
By the time I’d shaved all his hair off and run my hands over his prickly scalp, he was relaxed again, the tension in his shoulders disappearing. I ran my hands over his head once more, feeling for any unevenness, and Alex tilted his head, pressing into my fingers. I’d heard head massages felt pretty good, but I’d never had one. Little noises were coming from Alex as I moved the pressure to the base of his skull and top of his neck. I glided my fingers over his smooth skin, kneading the little knots of tension. His head fell forward in ecstasy as I soothed his muscles.
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About the author
R.J. Jones started as a reader and eventually made the progression to reviewing. It wasn’t until two men popped into her thoughts, insisting on telling her their story that she started to write.
It started with one scene. A hot and dirty one in the shower…
R.J.’s initial thought was if she could write their scene then they’d shut up and allow her to concentrate on other aspects of her day. Not so. That shower scene ended up being 3000 words long and three hours of work. And still, they didn’t shut up. They told her their entire story and she didn’t sleep for days. Sometimes she couldn’t keep up with what they were telling her and she had to keep a notebook by her bed.
Whilst she was writing their story a side character decided he needed his story told too. Then other characters followed suit.
You see the problem? If she ever wants to sleep again then she needs to write.
R.J. is a wife and a mother to two boys. She is surrounded by males. Even her dog is a boy.
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