Spotlight: Seven Days by Christina Bruni. This book will be published by JMS Books on January 28th, 2017 and is about 61,269 words long.
We are pleased to bring you this cover reveal for Cristina Bruni’s book Seven Days! The author has also agreed to give you an unedited, early look at the book in an exclusive excerpt that you can find below 🙂
Be sure to check back here for Cristina’s guest post and a wonderful giveaway on her release day, January 28, 2017.
During a golf tournament in Virginia, American golfer Reginald Weston meets Russell Lee, the British former world champion in the sport. The two men hit it off when Reginald takes Russell under his wing, teaching him the tricks of the game.
As their friendship deepens, Reginald finds himself falling in love with the Englishman, though he knows Russell doesn’t feel the same. He’s painfully aware of the fact that Russell isn’t gay.
But there’s more to Russell than meets the eye. He’s a troubled soul, plagued by monsters in his head telling him who he should be. He’s spent most of his life hiding his sexuality from the world so he won’t disappoint his homophobic mother.
Is seven days enough time for Russell to break through the years of hurt and accept the new direction fate has in store for him and Reginald?
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“It’s the seventeenth.” Carlos finished the sentence for him. “But if it’s not windy and the flag’s position is not bad like today, for the seventeenth you could use… Reggie? What’s happening?”
The guy’s eyes were fixed on the green below them. His lips a little open up, like he was ready to whisper something that ended up dying in his throat, and they were extraordinarily more red than usual. Exactly like his cheeks.
“Reginald?” the caddie repeated once again, but the young man persisted in his silence. So the man leaned over to better see out the window.
“What’s so interesting at eighteen?”
Interesting, on the course, was Russell Lee who was trying to make the putt of the day and end the hole with a birdie, so as to keep his good positioning.
Reginald saw him discussing with Mackenzie and then get ready to hit the ball. And as Lee tried the grip and was getting ready to strike, the boy got closer to the glass, keeping his breath and following the action with his brightening, full of expectation eyes. Observing his idol golfing in the flesh had made him immediately forget how arrogant he considered him, wiping the slate clean.
In the end, Russell hit the ball and it skillfully rolled straight into the hole. He had finished in fifth place. An outburst of clapping came from the public, Lee took off his cap, satisfied, and Reginald finally started to breathe again.
But his relaxation didn’t last long. A blonde woman, tall and slim, approached Russell, from behind the white cords delimiting the area where the public couldn’t go. He pulled her and voraciously looked for her mouth. She was Danielle Morton, his historical partner. It was only in that moment that Reginald could look away, bringing his eyes back on the notebook. Suddenly, he was feeling sad.
“Let it go, honey,” Carlos sweetly advised him.
“I’m fine, Carlos, don’t worry about me.” He wrinkled and started concentrating on his notes. “And now let’s think about the water obstacle at seventeen.”
But seventeen remained at the center of his attention for less than three minutes, after which Lee and Mackenzie made their entrance into the clubhouse. Reginald’s heart started beating again like mad in the middle of his chest.
Please God, don’t let him see me…
But why would it have been a problem, if he had seen him? Surely, at that time Russell had already forgotten his face and what had happened the day before.
Lee shook many hands while heading to the counter.
The young American made his best to concentrate on the data and measurements that stood in front of him, but he sadly failed. His look couldn’t get away from Russell, from his white trousers, not from his orange polo. He literally felt magnetized to his presence: the more he tried to look somewhere else, the more his eyes stuck to that dark blond hair that marked his face, that smiling mouth. That man had hurt him, and he was so stupid to still look for a contact.
Stupid, stupid, stupid…
“Seriously, Reggie, he isn’t worth it,” he heard Carlos whispering again.
“I already told you, I’m fine.”
Cristina Bruni lives in northern Italy with her husband and their child. She’s already published many M/M novels in Italy with Triskell Rainbow publisher. 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…
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