I'd like to welcome author Cheryl Headford to my blog. Let's find out about her book "Ari."
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Title: Ari
Author: Cheryl
Headford
Genre: LGBT,
romance, transgender, intersex, M/M, F/F
Length: Novel
Publisher:
Wayward Ink Publishing
Synopsis
After
having known each other online for some time, writers, Benji and Ari meet at a
convention.
Their attraction is both immediate
and mutual.
But all is not straightforward—Ari
is intersex and Benji transgender.
Together they embark on a journey.
A journey that unites families, and heals
old wounds.
But not everyone is happy with the
blossoming love between these two unique and special individuals.
Will an act of aggression crush the
flower before it can bloom?
Book trailer
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Buy Links
Amazon US: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00YUT48QE/
Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00YUT48QE/
Amazon AU: http://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B00YUT48QE/
Amazon DE: http://www.amazon.de/dp/B00YUT48QE/
Excerpt
MY EYES slammed
open to a world gone mad. Bella barked as an enormous flash of light was
followed immediately by a god-awful bang and rumble that shook the house on its
foundations. Before I quite got my bearings, another brilliant flash of
lightning blinded me and thunder cracked and rolled down the valley. I yelled
at Bella for howling, cursed her for waking me—then I checked the clock.
“Jesus. Marc,
it’s ten past five. We slept in. We have to get up. Now.”
“Benji?” Marc’s
sleepy voice was sharp with alarm. He cried out with terror when another flash
of lightning was followed by a deep boom and the lights flickered.
“Benji?”
“It’s okay. I’m
here. It’s just a thunderstorm. We need to get going. We slept late.”
Marc jumped up
and scampered around the bed to hug me tight. The dog was still whining and
yipping, clearly unhappy, and the rain absolutely hammered.
“Typical,” I
grumbled as I pried my little brother off me and headed for the bathroom. Marc
followed, so close he tripped me.
“Whoa. You
can’t go in the bathroom with me.”
“But I’m
scared.” He underlined his words with a yelp when another round of thunder and
lightning rolled over us.
“You can’t come
in the shower, so don’t be silly. I’ll leave the door open, okay? You can sit
on the stairs, or in your room.”
Marc was
unhappy, but I managed to take a quick shower. As soon as he was able he came
in, sat on the closed toilet, and watched me do my hair.
“You have very
pretty hair.”
“What’s brought
this on? You’re usually criticizing.”
“You shouldn’t
complain. You should take compliments where you can get them, at your age.”
“Cheeky bugger.
I’m not old.”
“You are,
compared to me.”
“Only by seven
years. I’m still a teenager.”
“Only for four
weeks.”
“Then I’ll have
to make the most of it while I can.”
About the author
CHERYL
HEADFORD 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 and
her two cats. Her daughter has deserted her for the big city, but they’re still
close. The part of her that needs to earn money is a lawyer, but the deepest,
and most important part of her is a storyteller and artist, and always will be.
Website: Nephylim-author.blogspot.co.uk
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/cheryl.headford
Twitter: @SevenPointStar
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