Sunday, December 13, 2015

Indigo Road by R.J. Jones

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Title: Indigo Road
Author: R.J. Jones
Genre: New Adult, Gay Romance, Contemporary
Length: Novel
Cover artist: Meredith Russell


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.

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Disneyland was on my “must do” list. I think it might have been the only thing on that list for me. Alex had an entire sheet of them. We stayed at the theme park for the entire day and only left when it closed at midnight. We were exhausted from the rides, the sights, and the amount of fast food we consumed.
It was so worth it. Alex and I were big kids, laughing, joking, and teasing each other all day. We snuck in a few kisses on some of the darker rides where no one could see us, and most of the day we walked around with our pinky fingers wrapped together. Alex started to vibrate with excitement when he saw Mickey Mouse casually walking down Main Street with Pluto, hordes of kids hot on their trail. We joined the throng and stood in line waiting for photos. When it was finally our turn, Alex practically threw himself at Mickey.
I doubled over laughing. Alex said out of all the photos we’d taken so far on the trip, this one was going on the mantel at home. I’d known he liked the older cartoons; during our last year at college he would wake me up on Saturday mornings just so he had someone to watch them with.
Since we weren’t allowed to park in the Disney lot all night, we drove south for a short while until we found an empty parking lot near the beach. We were asleep before our heads hit the pillows.
I awoke sometime in the early morning. It was pitch black outside and the only illumination came from a not so nearby streetlight. I looked around groggily. Alex was breathing softly next to me, his fingers still entwined with mine.
What woke me up?
Then I heard them. Gruff voices outside the van. My heart leapt into my throat. I rubbed my eyes and strained to listen. I couldn’t be sure how many were out there, but I thought there were at least three.
I squeezed Alex’s hand. “Alex, babe. Wake up,” I whispered, not wanting our visitors to hear me.
“Yo man, come check this out. This ride looks pretty sweet.”
My heart thundered in my ears and I nudged Alex hard.
“What? Christ, Josh, I’m sleeping. Go—”
“Shh,” I said, covering his mouth with my hand. “Listen.”
Alex struggled to wake up, but when he heard the deep, guttural voices, his eyes went wide in alarm. I released his mouth when I knew he was going to be quiet.
What I heard next turned my blood to ice.


Prizes: 1 ecopy of Indigo Road; 1 ecopy of any RJ Jones’ backlist titles, winner’s choice

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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