Blog Tour Heart Knot Mine by Lily Velden

Title: Heart Knot Mine
Author: Lily Velden
Genre: gay romance, contemporary
Length: novel
Publisher: DreamSpinner Press


Despite a successful college teaching career, Noah Daniels has become depressed. He feels he’s leading a monochromatic life: love has eluded him. When he’s offered a chance to teach in London as part of an exchange program, he accepts, hoping a change of scenery will do him good. But once he’s there, his outlook on love and sexuality changes in ways he never expected.

Robert Callinan is Noah’s English counterpart in the program. The men exchange not only their jobs, but also their homes, and it is what Noah stumbles across while staying at Robert’s house that sends him on a journey of self-discovery — both mentally and physically. A journey that puts color back into his life… just not in the way he expected. When the exchange program ends, Noah has to go home, but he doesn’t know if he wants to return to the life he left behind.

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HEART KNOT MINE

LILY VELDEN

EXCERPT: SPARK

Entering the kitchen area, I made a beeline for the sink. I pressed my hips firmly against the cupboards, wanting the mild sensation of pain, and closed my fist around the upturned glass I’d used and rinsed that very morning. I registered its smooth cool surface as I righted it and then held it under the tap, filling it with water. The bourbon had made me thirsty, and I drank greedily. In my haste, a small droplet leaked from the side of my mouth and slid down my chin. Using the back of my hand, I wiped it away before finishing the glass and replenishing it.

My thirst was slaked, but I was not yet ready to seat myself on the cream leather couch to commence reading the stack of essays awaiting me. Instead, I walked to the antique walnut sideboard that resided in the dining area. I sipped my water, contemplating the photos arrayed upon its surface. All but a few were of my brother, Mitch, who was older than me by a mere fourteen months, his pretty wife, Miranda, and their two sons, my beloved twin nephews, Ricky and Jared. The exceptions were my parent’s wedding photo and a couple of me with Mitch and his boys.

Again and again, my gaze was drawn to the photographs showing Mitch and Miranda together.

Spark.

They had the spark. They had it in spades. They had it spilling over the edges and overflowing. It was blatantly obvious. It was there in every look they gave each other. It was almost tangible—so real I found myself reaching out to touch the space between their faces on the glass of the frame, surprised to feel nothing but its smooth surface.

Mitch felt the spark from the time he was sixteen, when we moved to Chicago from Pittsburgh. He knew it from that first day at Lake Forest High when blonde and cheerleader-beautiful Miranda Rowlands was assigned the task of showing him around. I could still hear his voice, dreamy yet resolved, and nothing like his usual joking smartass manner, when we met up at the end of the day to drive home together. I’d asked him how his first day went. Couldn’t be better, Noah. I just met the girl I’m going to marry. I’d behaved like a typical pesky younger brother, laughing and teasing him, but he’d remained unfazed, and time proved him right. Neither Mitch nor Miranda had ever had eyes for anyone but each other.

Sighing, I replaced the photo, trying to deny the small kernel of envy and jealousy that settled in my chest, irritating and impossible to ignore, like a pebble in a shoe. They didn’t deserve such emotions from me—Mitch might be a bit of an overbearing older brother at times, but both were decent people who’d shown me nothing but love and support, and now with our parents gone, having died in a car crash, they, and their boys, were all I had left.

But I was jealous.

I was envious.

I wanted what they had.

About the author

Lily Velden lives on the east coast of Australia, her family having emigrated from Holland when she was a child.
She’s both a left and right brain person, holding qualifications in both Finance and Fine Arts. She tells her friends that her way with numbers will make her a profitable artist and writer… one day.
Lily has always had a love of language and a beautifully crafted sentence, and admits to having a fetish for collecting quotes, poems, and song lyrics. What she won’t admit to is how many notebooks she’s filled with those quotes… Her fascination carries on into her artworks where she often incorporates text. When a shoulder injury slowed down her art practice she decided to explore her love of the written word more fully and began writing. “I’ll paint my pictures with words.”
Not that she’s abandoned artmaking in its entirety—Lily collaborates on the designs for all her book covers.
There are many things Lily loves, here are just a few of the PG rated ones: a good laugh (all the better if caused by a naughty joke), the smell of freshly baked goods and mown grass, a smile from a stranger, rainbows after the rain, and witnessing a promise kept.

Lily Velden can be found at:
Website: http://lilyvelden.wordpress.com/
Email: lilyvelden@live.com.au
Twitter Name: @LilyVelden
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/lily.velden
Tumblr: http://lilyvelden.tumblr.com/