Memories of a Forgotten Love blog tour

Mini Blog Tour – Memories of Forgotten Love by Cheryl Headford

Title: Memories of Forgotten Love

Author: Cheryl Headford

Publisher: Featherweight Press

Genre: Young Adult, Gay Romance, Mystery

Length: Novella (135 pages)

Synopsis

After waking from a coma, Noah discovers that memories are tricky things and sometimes blissful ignorance isn't such a bad thing.

Noah wakes from a coma with no memory of who he is. As his memories return they become stranger and more sinister at every turn. He begins to suspect the accident in which he was injured wasn't an accident at all, and refuses to accept what everyone is saying that he threw himself off his balcony in a suicide attempt. It just doesn't feel like something he would do. Struggling to come to terms with the shocking story he gradually uncovers, he's helped by his friends. Yet, his best friend, Luke is acting strangely, leaving Noah to wonder just what exactly he isn't telling him. 

Buy links:

Amazon US: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00PAX6FYW/

Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00PAX6FYW/

Featherweight Press: http://www.featherweightpublishing.com/BookStore.php?YA=CH_MEM_OF_FL

About Cheryl Headford

Cheryl was born into a poor mining family in the South Wales Valleys. Until she was 16, the toilet was at the bottom of the garden and the bath hung on the wall. Her refrigerator was a stone slab in the pantry and there was a black lead fireplace in the kitchen. They look lovely in a museum but aren’t so much fun to clean. 

Cheryl has always been a storyteller. As a child, she’d make up stories for her nieces, nephews and cousin and they’d explore the imaginary worlds she created, in play.

Later in life, Cheryl became the storyteller for a re-enactment group who traveled widely, giving a taste of life in the Iron Age. As well as having an opportunity to run around hitting people with a sword, she had an opportunity to tell stories of all kinds, sometimes of her own making, to all kinds of people. The criticism was sometimes harsh, especially from the children, but the reward enormous.

It was here she began to appreciate the power of stories and the primal need to hear them. In ancient times, the wandering bard was the only source of news, and the storyteller the heart of the village, keeping the lore and the magic alive. Although much of the magic has been lost, the stories still provide a link to the part of us that still wants to believe that it’s still there, somewhere.

In present times, Cheryl lives in a terraced house in the valleys with her son, dog, hamster and two cats. Her daughter has deserted her for the big city, but they’re still close. She’s never been happier since she was made redundant and is able to devote herself entirely to her twin loves of writing and art.

Social Links:

Blog: http://cherylheadford.blogspot.co.uk/

Twitter: https://twitter.com/SevenPointStar

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/Nephylim.author

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7376318.Cheryl_Headford

Excerpt

“I’m not doing it.” 

“Is there nothing I can say to change your mind?” 

I stared at him, my mind in a whirl. How on earth would he ever even begin to think that I would do that? I thought he must have been insane…and he was, just not in the way I was thinking. “You know there isn’t. I’m not going to lie for you.” 

“I thought you might say that. What about Luke, Noah? Would you lie for Luke?”

“For Luke? What do you mean?” I was even more of the opinion that he was crazy, especially when he smiled, took out his mobile, and dialled. I watched him suspiciously as he listened for a moment and then spoke into the phone. 

“You ready? Get on with it then.” He waited for a while, then grunted and handed the phone to me. 

I shook my head. “What’s going on?” 

“I think you are going to want to take this call, Noah.” 

Suspiciously, I took the device out of his hand and pressed it to my ear. At first, I heard nothing, then something that sounded like a slap in the background, followed by a low moan, and then nothing but strange, heavy breathing. 

“What the hell are you playing at? What is this?”

“No…ah?” The voice sounded strange, distant and breathy, but there was no mistaking who it was. 

“Luke? What’s going on? Where are you?” 

“Noah…Noah, I…I…” 

“Luke? What’s wrong?” 

A voice that I didn’t recognise spoke in the background. “Say nighty night to Noah, beautiful. Time to go beddybyes.” Luke groaned, and then the strange voice spoke again, closer, into the speaker. 

“Hello, Noah.” 

“Who the hell are you? What are you doing to Luke? Let me speak to him again.” 

“Sorry, sweetcheeks, but Luke’s not feeling too good right now. Don’t worry; we’ll take good care of him.” 

“You bastards…what the fuck!?” 

“Now, now, there’s no need for that. We won’t hurt your boyfriend—at least as long as you are a good boy and listen to Daddy.” 

“Fuck you! I swear to God you hurt him…you harm him in any way and I’ll take you apart.” 

“Calm down, Noah. Didn’t I tell you that we won’t hurt him? We’ll have a great time together. We’ll warm him up nicely for you. Now, be a good lad and put Daddy back on the phone, will you?”

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Wednesday briefs - Love Across Time chapter 35

Chapter 35 of my Wednesday briefs story, Love Across Time is now up. You can read it by clicking here.

If you have just come across my blog and would like to read the entire story, you can click here to get to the Wednesday briefs page.

Here is a sneak peek at what you'll find in chapter 35:

Ryan cast a nervous glance at Troy. "It's okay," Ethan reassured them. "He knows everything. You can talk in front of him."

Ryan took in a deep breath and let it out slowly This is not going to be easy. I don't know how either of them will react to the news. "Okay. What I have to tell you won't be easy for the two of you to hear. From your point of view, nothing I'm going to tell you has not happened yet." He raised his hand to forestall any questions.

"Ryan, you have been living with me in the future of a little over a year. You were working as a historian at the TPC helping to correct errors in our historical records. Chris, you've been living with us for about six months, working in the infirmary learning all the medical advances between this time and my time. Nobody outside the TPC knew you came from the past. At least, that's what we think.

"One evening we went out to dinner with a friend of mine and then went to a club. I got called to the TPC for an emergency and you guys went home. At some point in during that time the two of you became critically ill. The only way to save your lives was to return you to this time until the doctors could figure out what happened to you. We believe you were poisoned somehow, but when, how and with what we don't know.

My review of Memories of Forgotten Love

Check out my review of Memories of Forgotten Love by Cheryl Headford in my Kinda-sorta-maybe-weekly book review section.

Cover reveal - Godsend by Sloan Johnson

Title: Godsend

Author: Sloan Johnson

Genre: Adult, Gay Romance

Coming: February 2015

You can’t choose who you fall in love with. Despite knowing from a young age that he was gay, Scott Murphy couldn’t imagine life without Shelly. He threw away the labels and had eleven amazing years with her, but now, he feels even more lost trying to figure out how to move on after Shelly’s death. After nearly a year of watching Scott fade away, Shelly’s father forces him to start living again.

As much as Chris loathes the idea of attending a bereavement group week after week, it’s one of the only places he can go in this town, other than the bar, to not feel so alone. When there’s nothing to distract him or dull his senses, he spends too much time obsessing over how he should have been able to help his sister. When Scott shows up at his group session, Chris decides that maybe some good can come out of his sister’s death. 

There’s no denying that Chris is the first man to catch Scott’s attention in a long time, but how can he move on when just thinking of Shelly sends him to his dark place? 

The road to recovery won’t be an easy one, but Chris is determined to help Scott see that life is still worth living. But before Scott can allow himself to admit what he feels for Chris, he knows he has to reveal the full truth about Shelly’s death.

Sloan Johnson is a big city girl trapped in a country girl’s life. While she longs for the hustle and bustle of New York City or Las Vegas, she hasn’t yet figured out how to sit on the deck with her morning coffee, watching the deer and wild turkeys in the fields while surrounded by concrete and glass.

When she was three, her parents received their first call from the principal asking them to pick her up from school. Apparently, if you aren’t enrolled, you can’t attend classes, even in Kindergarten. The next week, she was in preschool and started plotting her first story soon after.

Later in life, her parents needed to do something to help their socially awkward, uncoordinated child come out of her shell and figured there was no better place than a bar on Wednesday nights. It’s a good thing they did because this is where she found her love of reading and writing. Who needs socialization when you can sit alone in your bedroom with a good book?

Now, Sloan is a tattooed mom with a mohawk and two kids. She’s been kicked out of the PTA in two school districts and is no longer asked to help with fundraisers because she’s been known to lose herself with a good book and forget she has somewhere to be.

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Wednesday briefs - Love Across Time chapter 34

Chapter 34 of my Wednesday briefs story, Love Across Time is now up. You can read it by clicking here.

If you have just come across my blog and would like to read the entire story, you can click here to get to the Wednesday briefs page.

Here is a sneak peek at what you'll find in chapter 34:

“Wait a minute. Duncan just said that we can send the three of us back to before we went to the club. Why can’t we do that instead of sending them all the way back to their own time?” Ryan wanted to know.

“We could do that, but what if their condition doesn’t improve? I’m sorry, Ryan, but I believe their best chance is to go back to their own time.”

“This is their time now!” Ryan spat angrily.

Adrienne sat down next to him and took his hands in hers. When he looked at her she said softly, “What if the three of you go back to their original time and you told them what has happened? Once Doctor Korotas figures out what happened to them and how to prevent it, you can bring them forward again.”

“NO! I need to be with Ethan. He’s my life.” He turned to Duncan. “If I have to, I’ll resign, steal a temporal capacitor and to back to their time. I will not be separated from Ethan.”