Below is the blurb for Secrets and Broken Pieces, the first in the Promises series of gay romance books which is a spin off from the six-book Commitment series of gay romance books.
The day I started as the first junior ever to be employed at Judd Racing, I never expected to fall in love. I arrived there with vengeance in my heart. And I set about delivering my plan to right the wrongs of my past.
Or, so I thought.
Axel turned up, and it was like a whirlwind walked in and snatched away my rational thoughts. Not only was he hot, hot, hot, but he had an emptiness in his soul that was crying out to be filled.
And, I knew I was just the person to do it.
The road to true love for Axel and Florian was never going to be simple though, and in this book, which is a spin-off to the Commitment series, we follow these lesser-known characters and understand exactly what makes them tick.
We cry for the pain that Axel simultaneously hides too well, and doesn’t hide at all. We root for Florian to work out the kinks and bring out Axel’s true character that we can all see hidden away under his iron-clad surface.
Axel fears what would happen if he reveals his true character while Florian fears for their future if he doesn’t.
Then we cheer for their happy ever after when they eventually work out what the hell they need to do to make their lives work.
Secrets and Broken Pieces is another example of how Botha combines all the hallmarks that have made her page-turning writing a go to for anyone looking for love. Download your copy now.
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I wouldn’t be living on the streets now if it wasn’t for Elliott Judd. My butt still aches as I sit in this lavish reception waiting to start my
the hard way, just like I had to.
“Axel Grant?” The woman looks around reception as though it’s crammed with people. I’m the only one, and she’s met me before.
She’s called Jessie.
“That’ll be me.” I outstretch my hand, happy to display my nails which I thoroughly cleaned for the occasion before slipping into my stolen suit.
She takes it. “Excellent, come with me, please.”
I follow her down the clean white corridors, which you wouldn’t believe were the front end of ‘Judd Racing’, arguably the fastest racecar team in the world. I imagined it being all grease and grime until I had my interview. That’s when I saw with my own eyes just how well Elliott Judd had done for himself.
We reach some stairs and eventually an open-concept work space. She walks fiercely for a woman in heels. Her footsteps echo off the walls, announcing her arrival. And she walks fast, especially in that pencil skirt. I can’t help but notice how the metronomic sway of her hips matches the rhythm of her pace. Even though I’m not interested in the slightest. But, hey, it’s on display as she slinks along.
“This will be your desk.” She halts and leans a palm on a vacant laminate slab I suppose I’ll learn to call home. It’s more stability than I’ve been used to, that’s for sure.
“Thanks.” I go to put down my bag.
“Oh, don’t worry about that for now. We’ll head into my office first, and I’ll run you through our key projects.” With that she’s off again, marching towards a glass corner office which looks out over the entire floor. “Come on in, take a seat.” She gestures towards the gray chair opposite her desk, then wanders around to her chair, which is way plusher than mine. She sits, picks up her pen and taps it on the desk. Then jumps back to her feet. “Actually, do you want a drink? I’ll show you where to get one.”
And we’re off again. I’m feeling dizzy already. I can tell this is going to be a steep learning curve. There really was no reason to show me where drinks are made – it’s literally out of her office and turn right. Not like I’d get lost. Hell, I’ve been walking the fucking streets, so I’ve become adept at recognizing what leads where.
And it was straight down the corridor anyway. She could have just pointed!
She could also have just said if she wanted me to make the drinks. I’m not above doing what I need to in order to get on. Hell, I’ve a track record of doing what I’ve needed. I’d gotten myself quite the reputation in the end. Sure, so far my adult life hasn’t been particularly salubrious, but then neither is sleeping under bridges and in shop doorways while wheeling and dealing whatever I had on hand, including my ass. It by far was not my proudest hour, but a man has to do whatever he needs to in order to settle the bills when the chips are down.
And mine had plummeted.
There’s a couple of other people in this white kitchenette, filling their mugs with their drug of choice before the day officially starts. Fresh coffee filters into the air as well as the sound of bumping cups and mingles with the scent of expensive cologne. There’s only one who stands out. A great big hunk of a guy with more muscles than I’ll ever have and a sly grin that makes my legs unsteady.
“Florian, this is Axel. He just started today,” Jessie introduces me.
I hold out my hand again. “Hi.” I can’t think of anything else to say.
“Hey there. You’re in a major place here. What are you here to do?” He turns over his words with a gentle Irish lilt.
I pause, working out exactly how I should answer, because it’s not like I can just blurt out the truth.
Jessie mistakes it for nerves or being blindsided as I guess most people are in Florian’s company. Anyway, she answers for me. “He’s here to take up the PR placement. He’ll be working with me, learning the ropes, and hopefully developing his apprenticeship into a full-time, permanent position.”
I think my being homeless made employing me a no brainer. It’s the first time in history it’s worked in my favor, but Jessie seemed to like the opportunity to give me a start in life.
Unlike my father.
I don’t have time to dwell too much on that though because Florian is smiling at me. His eyes have connected to mine, and he’s talking to me. “I head up the gym team. We may be working together soon because we have a press day coming up to launch the building when it completes.”
“Fabulous. Can’t wait to get my teeth stuck into a project of my own.”
Jessie laughs, “That’s what I like, an eager candidate. There’s absolutely no shortfall of work around here for you.”
I smile back, pleased I didn’t overstep my position, but truth is, if there’s a place to be bagged working with Florian over some other jaded dude, then I’m all in for Florian.
We finish preparing our drinks and it’s time for Florian to head off. “Right then, it was grand meeting ya. I’ll no doubt see you around. You know where I am when it’s time to organize that press day.” He picks up his mug, and I watch his tight ass and rippling thighs, clad in running shorts, take a few steps away.
“Actually, Florian, let’s go through some details now,” Jessie says loudly.
I smile. She said in my interview she would be loading responsibility on me right from the off, and she’s true to her word, I’ll give her that.
“Cool, let’s do it then.” We all walk back the three paces it takes us to arrive at her office again, and I wonder whether she chose this location specifically because of its proximity to coffee. From what I’ve heard, public relations can be hardcore on the wrong day.
Florian drags what will be my chair from behind what will soon be my desk and sits himself down on it. About three centimeters from me. If I shift my leg, it will touch his, and I can’t help but allow my mind to wander off to what it would be like to see him working out, all that brawny toughness flexing in all the right places.
Fuck, I’d be tracking him into the shower afterwards; that would not be up for debate.
I make a mental note. I’ll revisit that point later.
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