I used to have them—before the nightmares started.
I dreamed of nice guys, love…normalcy.
Things like reading the Sunday paper in bed with my lover.
But who needs dreams when your reality is filled with a string of faceless dominating men in uniform? Men that pack a thick bulge and are only too happy to satisfy my deviant sexual cravings.
Me. That’s who.
And then HE walked through the door and shared with me, a total stranger, his intimate dream of love. Damn him for verbalizing every single detail of the dream I buried long ago.
And now I don’t know how I’m going to live without that dream.
Oh my goodness! Where to begin with this book. First off let me say that I think this book is far and above the best writing from Julie. She take you on a journey that truly makes you feel each and every second of Henry’s journey. Be prepared with a box or two of Kleenex because you will definitely need it!
This is the journey of Henry Clark. We first meet Henry in Searching for Moore. Henry was best friends with Mia and Schooner in college. This is his amazing story about finding love, acceptance and surviving life and what it throws at you.
Henry is a successful, openly gay, businessman. And as his friends around him start to get married and settle down, Henry feel a yearning for someone in his life to call HIS. He meets a few people a long this journey. Some turning into the best of friends, others a lasting love while others haunt him to the core.
I can’t really talk about more than that without give away too much of the story. But there were twists and turns and I just couldn’t put the book down. Julie pulls you into Henry’s world in such a way that you feel everyone of his successes, his joys, his heartache and pain.
Henry’s End is a great first book for those of you interested in checking out the M/M genre.
Henry was deeply ensconced in his own head, making resolutions about moving on, not paying attention to his surroundings, or seeing the man, as he approached his car. He was leaning against the hood, his thick muscled arms folded across his chest. Calm, cool, collected, in charge and so damn freaking handsome.
“Your place?” was all he said.
Henry felt the sharp stab in his heart as his adrenal glands shot a release of hormones into his blood stream. Shaking his head no, he was shocked at how cool and calm his voice sounded, when he was anything but, “No. I don’t think so. You haven’t even bought me a drink yet.”
Walking around the big Marine to the driver’s side, Henry hit the remote, unlocking the door.
With a palm to the solar plexus to stop him, “Where are you going?” the Marine asked.
“Home,” Henry was very matter-of-fact.
“I thought you wanted me to buy you a drink?”
Stepping around the Marine, Henry opened the door to his black BMW and got in. “I do…” and he closed the door and started the engine.
Rolling down the window, he added with a smile, “… on Sunday.” Gunning the Beamer’s engine, he left the Marine in the dusty parking lot with a smile on his handsome face.
Well played, Henry congratulated himself. Let him ache for me as much as I’ve been aching for him.
USA Today Bestselling
author Julie A. Richman is a native New Yorker living deep in the heart of Texas.
A creative writing major in college, reading and writing fiction has always been a passion. Julie began her corporate career in publishing in NYC and writing played a major role throughout her career as she created and wrote marketing, advertising, direct mail and fundraising materials for Fortune 500 corporations, advertising agencies and non-profit organizations.
She is an award winning nature photographer plagued with insatiable wanderlust. Julie and her husband have one son and a white German Shepherd named Juneau.