Showing posts with label The Superior Jewel. Show all posts
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Saturday, December 26, 2020

The Superior Jewel - coming soon!

 It's coming!

A new Superior Jewel! I have added more than 40,000 words to this book and it will be coming out soon. Here's a little unedited taste.


Odd. Ryan wasn't answering.

Jansen had told Ryan he would call him right back. Well, not right back. He just wanted to get to somewhere quiet and that, thankfully, had come sooner than he thought it would. Negotiating with Leon, the man who owned the property he had come to see, had become difficult. Especially when the man started drinking. Leon had insisted they continue to talk over dinner, and he picked one of the noisiest bars Jansen had ever been in. But once Leon started downing one whiskey after another, Jansen no longer felt it appropriate to talk business. But extracting himself from the situation was hard. It had been Ryan’s phone call that had been the tipping point for him. Jansen quickly called a cab for Leon and then took himself to his hotel. Now, in his lonely suite, he wanted to simply hear Ryan’s sweet voice and voice mail was not doing it for him.

Where was Ryan? Why had he called? Was he in trouble? Did he need his Bathman? Jansen chuckled but then sobered. Did he? Shit.

He glanced at his suitcase. Should he chuck this deal and head home?

He tried Ryan again and this time it went straight to voice mail.

Oh, that’s it. His phone probably died. He imagined Ryan running around trying to find his phone cord. Too cute.

God, he missed him. He had been so excited when he thought to order breakfast, lunch and dinner for him for the two days he was to be gone. It was probably the reason for the call tonight. It was about the time his packages would have arrived. He had made sure of the time, knowing Ryan would be home.

But then there was Micky. Again, so strange. Showing up like that again on Sunday evening.

“You’re back. What did you forget this time?”

“Oh! Mr. Branwyth! You startled me. I didn’t expect you here.”

“It is my office.”

“Yes. I know, it’s just…”

“What?”

“You’re so rarely here at this time, is all.”

“And you are?”

Micky had shrugged. “Sometimes.”

“I see.” But Jansen really didn’t. There was no reason for Micky to be putting in extra hours.

“I heard you ordering food. You have any plans for dinner? I mean maybe you and I…”

“Micky don’t go down that road again. We’ve talked about it. You are my employee and it’s inappropriate.”

“I was just asking you about dinner. No one should eat alone.”

What had slammed into his memory at that moment was Ms. Christy inviting him to dine at hers and Ryan’s table on Friday aboard The Superior Jewel. Those had been her words too.

“You don’t mind, Ryan, do you? No one should eat alone.”

Ryan had been so adorable then, choking on his liquor. Jansen’s liquor. Jansen hadn’t yet realized at that moment that Ryan was clueless Jansen was only after him and not his so-called-friend, one Ms. Cheyenne Christy. Jesus, what a night that had been. The hunt, the chase and… oh! The capture. The spoils go to the victor.

And wow, he had been more than victorious that night and the night after.

He smiled from the memory.

“I was ordering food for Ryan Madison to be delivered to his apartment.” He checked off the last restaurant he had on his list after pressing end on his phone. He smoothed out the sheet of paper laying on his desk that also held Ryan’s address. He had actually taken it off his Driver’s License but had felt guilty about it. He ended up asking Ryan for it after he came out of the shower, begging really.

“You mean that man in the bathroom this afternoon?”

“Yes. I’m in a relationship with him. It’s new and fragile. Two days old. So,” He glanced up at Micky. “I am not eating alone.” He smiled. “I am dreaming of the time when I am back from this business trip and eating, drinking, laughing with Ryan.” He shook his head so lost in feeling.

“After two days? You have known this guy for only two days!”

Jansen glanced back at Micky a little surprised at his reaction. “No. More like three months. I don’t expect you to understand. I don’t even understand completely. But he was lost to me for three months. He disappeared on me. But then, like an angel, there he was. On board my new boat, The Superior Jewel. Just this last Friday. God, what a sight. And to think I almost didn’t go. I am so thankful I did.”

“You mean…? That boat you bought? You were going to send me.”

“Yes. But you needed the night off.” Jansen smiled. He just couldn’t believe his incredible fortune. He had been irritated Micky had suddenly become busy that night. He had been counting on him going. But it turned out to be a blessing.

“I’m so sorry. I should have…”

“I’m not. It was perfect timing.”

“But… you had been looking for him? For three months? I don’t understand.”

Was he upset? “I rescued him one afternoon, actually saved him from an attack. In the bathroom!” Ryan had been so beautiful, so vulnerable. And Jansen had been so damn pissed. That asshole who had intended to… well, thankfully it hadn’t happened. Ryan had been hurt, but Jansen took care of that, too. “But then he disappeared before I could get his name. I searched for him. For three months.”

“I remember. You kept going back to that lawyer’s office.” Micky rolled his eyes.

Now why in the word was he angry about that? “Yes. I thought I would see him again. But I never did. Not until this Friday.” But then what was he doing chattering and going on? All he had wanted to do was order the food to be delivered by time Ryan got home tomorrow and get home himself. It was going to be a long day on the road. But it seemed he was bubbling over. He just couldn’t help talking about his Ryan. “Anyway, I’m off.” He stuffed the paper with Ryan's address in his top drawer and stood. “I’ll be leaving early in the morning. I need to get home, have a bite to eat and get to bed.”

Micky’s eyes flashed and for a moment Jansen expected the man to ask if he wanted company. He was always borderline flirting with Jansen. He had consistently ignored the other man, believing he was overthinking the behavior. But ever since he had met Ryan, Micky’s conduct was no longer unclear. Jansen needed to shut it down every time he felt it surfaced. He had been wrong not doing so before this.

“I can see you’re drained,” Micky said. “I’ll close up, get the lights. You go on.” Then he smiled. It had seemed genuine. And since it was the truth, Jansen was exhausted, he allowed it, smiling himself.

And now here he was, hundreds of miles away staring at his phone regretting he had come in the first place. But abandoning the deal at this point didn’t make sense. He would try again tomorrow.

Jansen tried three more times to get in touch with Ryan before he went to bed that night, left messages all three times, and then two more times in the morning before he headed out to meet with Leon.

“You look tired,” Leon gruffed as he took a sip of coffee from his mug.

“Didn’t sleep well. Did you get through the proposal?” He was itching to try Ryan again. He could understand that he most likely had to plug in his phone overnight, maybe forgot to turn it on. It was early, probably before Ryan had to get up, when Jansen tried the first time this morning. Perhaps he had been in the shower. But Jansen was now nervous, and he wanted to try again because Ryan would be at work at this point. It was Tuesday and he needed to hear Ryan’s voice. For real. Why was his phone still off?

Was there a problem?

“Jansen?”

Jansen jerked and glanced up at Leon. “Sorry!” Shit. The man had been talking and he hadn’t heard a word. “Like I said. I didn’t sleep well.” He took a large sip from his coffee and attempted to focus.

“You were a million miles away.”

Not a million. Just a few hundred. 

Sunday, April 5, 2015

A Blast from the Past

The Superior Jewel has a new video!

About the book:

I love Lake Superior.  Dark blue and cold year around, its shores consisting of rock instead of sand, it is not a very inviting lake. But its beauty is in its power, in its strength.  A ton of legends surround it.  As a kid one of the school trips we could choose at the end of the year was Duluth.  We would all pile on the bus and would be dumped at Camden Park which was really a park back then.  Today it is lined with hotels and shops and a board walk that runs along the shore which turns into a beautiful walking/biking trail and extends for about two miles.  Very touristy and if you are fortunate enough to be able to live in Duluth, you probably hate it. But back then it was simply a city park where you brought along a loaf of bread to feed the crazy sea gulls and if you were really lucky, you would get to see a freighter come in.  Camden Park is right next to the Duluth pier, where freighters sound out their horns, telling the lift bridge if they are “lakers” or “saltys”.  Then of course the lift bridge answers them back.  Very loud.  The kids love it.   But the huge ships pass so close that if you are standing on the pier it takes up your whole field of vision.  It’s almost as if you can reach out and touch them. 

When I started writing The Superior Jewel I actually couldn’t put it in Duluth although I do intimate it.  If you know anything about Duluth you would know it is nowhere near the Apostle Islands.  To actually tour the islands by boat you would have to travel to Bayfield, Wisconsin, which is only an hour and a half from Duluth by road but a whole lot farther by water.  Plus, there is no four hour dinner cruise that takes you in and around the islands, I made that up.  I wish there were though. We once, as a family, spent a weekend on Madeline Island, the biggest and only “inhabited” island in the group and that was only on the south side.  Although there were tons of hiking trails, the rest of the island was wild.  It was also very strange knowing that at a particular time in the night you would no longer have access to the mainland.  All ferries stopped running thereby cutting us off from the rest of civilization.  I would do it again in a heartbeat. 

It was fun creating my characters and giving them the same love for the lake and the Apostle Islands as I have.  Even though I do not spend a lot of time explaining them I think you can still feel that passion in the story.  I hope you give it a try. 

To entice you a little more, here is an excerpt:


“Come on, Cheyenne. Please? This table is fine.” Ryan tried to whisper the words, incredibly embarrassed the waiter stood right behind him with a frown, basically tapping his foot. He hadn’t had the time or the courage to look and find Jansen Branwyth. All he knew was Jansen did not grace any of the tables closest to this one and so this was the best table in the house as far as he was concerned.

“No! I want one closer to the windows.” She huffed, stomping her small foot and pointing farther into the large space.

“But, Cheyenne, you’ve made it clear you don’t even like Lake Superior. Why do you suddenly have to sit near a window?” Although Ryan would not have minded in the least. But as he looked in the direction she’d been pointing, his heart began to race. Shit. There he fucking sat—at a table totally alone and watching them. Well, watching Cheyenne, which had to be the reason she wanted to sit over there. Could this night get any worse?

“I am sorry, ma’am”—the waiter fidgeted nervously—“but this is the table assigned to you and your guest. Please accept my sincere apologies if this table is not to your expectations.”

“No,” Ryan pleaded. “This table is fine. Thank you.” He turned again to Cheyenne. “Please, Cheyenne. Let’s just get through this night, okay?” He took the chair the waiter held for her and told her with his eyes to sit down.

She stood for a moment glaring at him, then walked to a chair on the other side of the table, most likely so she would face Jansen. She waited for Ryan to come around to seat her. Ryan let out a breath, simply grateful she gave in. Besides, better she face Jansen, because he sure as hell didn’t want to. His stomach was still doing little flips every time he thought about the man. He had a very real longing to talk with Jansen some more. But he also had that same desire welling up inside him he’d had the first time they’d met. And those strong feelings were extremely confusing and frightening. However, right now he was more embarrassed of those feelings than anything else.
He walked over to the chair and pulled it out for Cheyenne. She slowly and artfully sat, pulling on her too-tight dress and making a show of placing the napkin in her lap.

She looked up at Ryan with murder in her eyes. “Fine,” she said under her breath, “but you owe me.”

Ryan gave her a smile, knowing it came out more like a grimace. He made his way to the chair he’d originally held for her, sat, and looked up at the waiter. “Scotch and soda—easy on the soda—please?”

The waiter smiled a warm grateful smile at Ryan. “Of course, sir.” Then he turned toward Cheyenne, the smile disappearing, returning to nervousness again. “And for the ma’am?”

Cheyenne shot the waiter a glare. “Quit hovering! Bring me a cosmo.”

Ryan touched the waiter’s arm when he turned back to Ryan. “Thank you.”

The waiter beamed. “Please, sir, call me Alfred.” He bowed slightly and left.


“What now, Ryan? You flirting with the wait staff?” She laughed.

Ryan blushed hard yet again. Crap. Flirting? Maybe, but not with the wait staff. However, he definitely had been flirting with a man. One Mr. Jansen Branwyth to be specific. He knew she had no clue how close to the truth she had come but it still made him dizzy…and pissed. His drink could not get here soon enough.

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