Title: Connection
Author: Brigham Vaughn
Series: Connection #1
Genre: M/M Contemporary Romance
Release Date: October 15, 2015
Summary:After a lifetime of being told he’s worthless, shy, sheltered Evan Harris is forced out of the closet and kicked out of his home. Friends in Atlanta give him a place to stay while he gets on his feet, but despite his eagerness to explore the city, it isn’t exactly what he expected.
Physically and emotionally scarred from a devastating car accident, Jeremy Lewis struggles to reconcile the brash, outgoing man he used to be with the social recluse he’s become.
Loneliness draws them to each other, but a strong mutual attraction isn’t enough to overcome their pasts. In order to be together, Evan must discover his own worth and Jeremy must trust someone to see past his scars.
I can't praise Connection enough. When I first started, I didn't think that Evan and Jeremy were going to work their way into my heart as deeply as Russ and Stephen did from Miss Vaughn's Equals series, well was I wrong. They may still be second to my favorite May/December boys but it is a very close second. Do you need to read Equals before delving into Evan and Jeremy's journey? Probably not but I can't imagine not knowing Russ and Stephen's journey so I am going to recommend reading Equals first but that is my personal opinion.
As to the relationship between Evan and Jeremy, the author develops it beautifully. We get both points of view and that really helps with their individual inner monologues. This story will really tug at your heart and I am looking forward to their continuing journey, I can tell it won't be easy but it will be heartwarming. There is only a few authors on my "1-click without blurb reading" list and Brigham Vaughn is one of them.
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Hours later, Jeremy dropped his phone on his kitchen counter with a clatter, not bothering to plug it in. Except for the occasional employee calling in sick, no one ever called to talk to him, and work was the last thing he wanted to think about right then.
The day had gone from bad to worse when he realized the problems with inventory went far beyond what Mia had found. There were discrepancies all over the place, and he’d had to sit down with Dwight, the shoe department manager, and tell him this was his third warning. If the guy didn’t shape up soon, he was going to lose his job. Firing people was one of the things Jeremy hated most about his job, and he could almost guarantee he’d have to fire Dwight in the near future. As a result, Jeremy had stayed well after the normal closing time, trying to reconcile the inventory listed in the computer against what was actually in the stock room. He couldn’t figure out what the hell Dwight had done to screw it up in the first place, but it had taken hours to straighten out, and he wasn’t looking forward to the discussion he’d need to have with the store manager about it the following day.
Jeremy scrubbed a hand over his face, irritated and exhausted. He wandered over to the refrigerator and pulled open the door of the freezer, staring with disinterest at the frozen meals inside. His stomach rumbled noisily, but nothing appealed to him. He had to eat something, though, and he grabbed blindly for the one at the top of the stack. He tore open the packaging, stabbed the plastic film with more violence than was necessary, and tossed it in the microwave.
He leaned against the counter as he waited for it to heat. Despite the long day at work—or maybe because of it—he wanted an outlet for his frustration. These days, the only forms of release he had were workouts at the apartment complex’s fitness center and laps in the pool. That morning, he’d lifted weights and did the physical therapy exercises he was destined to do every day for the rest of his life. He wanted to work out again, but he had to be careful not to overdo it, and he knew better than to double up on his workouts. Swimming would be okay, but the pool was closed for the night already.
He slammed his palm against the counter, irritated.
The remainder of the evening loomed before him, dull and predictable: microwave dinner and TV on the couch before going to bed alone. It had been his life for the past eight years—since he got out of the inpatient and residential rehab facilities following his accident—and day by day, it was wearing him down.
Except for the throbbing headache—which the pills had barely touched—and the twinge of discomfort in his thigh, he couldn’t feel a damn thing. It scared him, wondering if he was slowly slipping back into the depression that had consumed him in rehab. What exactly was he living for these days? Sure, he was alive, but he didn’t have much to show for it.
He glanced around the apartment as the microwave beeped next to him and felt a sudden wave of resentment for the life he lived now.
The problem was he had no one to blame but himself.
Author Bio:Brigham Vaughn is starting the adventure of a lifetime as a full-time writer. She devours books at an alarming rate and hasn’t let her short arms and long torso stop her from doing yoga. She makes a killer key lime pie, hates green peppers, and loves wine tasting tours. A collector of vintage Nancy Drew books and green glassware, she enjoys poking around in antique shops and refinishing thrift store furniture. An avid photographer, she dreams of traveling the world and she can’t wait to discover everything else life has to offer her.
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