Welcome to Felice Stevens and the fellow authors who are bringing you their stories in her own KindleWorld, the first of its kind. I’ll let Felice take over and explain what to expect when you dive in, and there are also a couple of exclusive excerpts below, so enjoy!
Official World Description
“New York City is the city that never sleeps, a city where anything is possible. For the high-powered gay men of the Big Apple, Happily Ever After might not be too far away. It could be at Sparks, the hottest gay nightclub in town, in the bustling hallways of one of New York’s busiest hospitals, or on the streets of Brooklyn. In a city of 8 million people, endless love stories are just waiting to unfold. Will Cupid strike a dance instructor, a bartender, or a vampire? In Felice Stevens’ Memories with The Breakfast Club Kindle World, the possibilities are infinite.”
In Memories with the Breakfast Club, each story by one of the launch authors concentrates on a different couple or new couples set in the world of either the Memories series or The Breakfast Club books. I hope everyone enjoys revisiting with the guys and meeting the new characters the authors have introduced. Alex and Rafe show up in one of the stories and Marcus appears more than once in several of the books.
I was thrilled these talented authors agreed to join me on the launch of the first gay romance KindleWorld during Pride month.
If you want to find out more about the KindleWorld program and perhaps write for the Memories with the Breakfast Club world check out the KindleWorlds page here:
Excerpt: S.C. Wynne’s Memories Follow
When four o’clock neared, I made my way to Paws For Care. I opened the door to the veterinary shop, but I wasn’t greeted by the usual cheerful woman at the counter. Instead, a cute blond guy sat in her spot looking like he’d rather be anywhere than where he was. His face was flushed, and he avoided direct eye contact. “Welcome,” he said stiffly.
“I have a four o’clock appointment with Dr. Hazelton.” Pinky squirmed in my arms and I kissed her furry little head.
The guy scanned the logbook in front of him. “Name?”
He frowned and kept his eyes down. “No, I mean your name.”
“Oh.” I laughed. “Sorry. It will be under Bernadette Franklin. I’m her son.”
He flicked his sky-blue eyes to mine and then down again. “Okay. It’s here.”
“Of course it is. Do people usually try to sneak in to see the vet?”
When he turned his head toward the back, I noticed there was a long, jagged scar that ran along his jaw. My stomach tensed as I wondered how he’d gotten it. He didn’t look like the type who’d go in for plastic surgery. While he looked kind of rumpled, he seemed clean. His plaid shirtsleeves were rolled up, revealing muscled forearms, and he smelled like detergent. “You’re not the usual receptionist.”
His face flushed more, and he swallowed hard. “Patty had a hair appointment and she asked me to cover for an hour.” His thick dark lashes hid his expression. “I manage the kennel in back.”
“So you’re a jack-of-all-trades.”
“Hardly.” For the first time, he met my gaze squarely.
The punch of attraction that hit me when his light gaze rested fully on mine surprised me. He had a guarded but kind of innocent air about him that made my chest tight. I could see instantly that he’d been hurt horribly by someone. I was shocked I could read that so clearly on his handsome face, but it was there.
“You’re doing great.” I spoke firmly, wanting to reassure him for some bizarre reason.
His mouth tightened and he said, “Yeah, right.”
“I mean it.”
He shook his head and pointed toward the chairs behind me. “Take a seat. I’ll call you when the doctor is ready for you and Pinky.”
I moved to the seating area and sat where I could watch him. I knew I was acting kind of weird, but he intrigued me, and I didn’t get intrigued easily these days.
Excerpt: Felice Stevens’ Hot Date
He blinked and realized Nick had stood and was ready to leave. “Uh sorry. I was—”
“Busy, yeah I saw.” Without another word, or waiting to see if Julian followed, Nick turned and walked away.
Scrambling after him, Julian caught up with Nick walking down the block. “Why didn’t you wait for me?”
“You were working.” The clipped response angered Julian.
“We were done with dinner and you were paying the bill. Me checking my emails wasn’t taking away from our time together.”
“Whatever. It’s no big deal.”
“You’re being ridiculous. Why are you starting a fight with me?” They’d reached the loft and since Nick still had residual anxiety about using the elevator, he took the stairs, Julian trailing behind him. Unwilling to air their argument in public, Julian waited until they were behind the closed door.
“Before you said you didn’t want me having the phone while we’re eating. Now you’re picking a fight with me for looking at my phone after we’d finished dinner. It’s like you want to argue.”
Nick tossed his keys into the bowl by the door and went to the refrigerator to get a beer. He cracked it open and took a deep swallow while Julian waited patiently for him to speak. Meanwhile, the phone buzzed incessantly in his pocket and he was dying to find out if they’d secured the last two models needed for the show—most importantly, Lucien. But he held off; it wasn’t right after he’d promised to stop.
“I don’t want to argue. I wanted to have a nice dinner and be us again. But you’re obsessed with checking that phone. For once I’d like to be disconnected. Have it be only you and me.”
Shedding his jacket, Julian let it drop to the floor, never taking his eyes off Nick who set the beer can down on the counter top. “I don’t see anyone else here.” He stepped out of his loafers, undid his tie, and began unbuttoning his shirt. “Do you?”
Keeping silent, Nick shook his head and walked up to him until they stood less than a foot apart. “Come here.”
“I am here.”
The breath whooshed out of him as Nick pulled him up hard against his chest. “Now you’re here. Right where you belong.”