Title: Heart on the Run (Hearts of Parkerburg #2 – Standalone)
Author Name: Lee Brazil & Havan Fellows
Publication Date & Length: November 14, 2016 – 197 pgs
Charles Darwin Millsworth, Chaz to one and all since infancy, has no wish to live up to the grandeur of his name. Fortunately, his Southern belle mama isn’t at all inclined to push her son into a career that won’t make him happy. She thinks he needs to loosen up and enjoy life. After all, that’s the whole point of being independently wealthy, isn’t it?
Chaz can see her point, but his father died in his forties as did his father before him. As far as Chaz is concerned, he has limited time on this earth to make his dreams come true. And he refuses to leave anyone weeping over a wasted life.
Sprocket Moretti is a simple guy. He loves his job, enjoys college, lives in his beloved childhood home—why worry about the little things when the big stuff looks so good. Unfortunately one of the little things he tries not to stress over is a broken friendship with a very hot and bewildering sous chef. They were pals, hung out and had fun. But one night they stepped over that invisible line, and the next morning Chaz kicked Sprocket out of his bed and his life.
Now, no matter how much Sprocket tries to charm Chaz, the guy has no desire to return to their pre-sex playful bantering ways. And if Sprocket stays true to his motto, this little thing—Chaz—should be written off and never worried about again.
If Sprocket had known one night of reality altering orgasms would endanger their easygoing friendship… How do you finish that sentence when all your mind wants is its friend back and all your body wants is another taste?
Heart on the Run is my favorite in the series so far. I loved book one, but book two surpassed book one.
This book still has the Characters from book one in it but it is primarily focused on Chaz and Sprocket.
Chaz is a chef in the making. He is closely guarded where his feelings are concerned because he is worried about the what ifs of the future.
Sprocket is a funny, tatted, pierced, want a b playboy who has a best friend and roommate,Mason.
These two are unlikely pair but their chemistry with one another is off the charts. The two cannot seem to keep their hands and other parts of their bodies off of one another.
Chaz tries to not let Sprocket get to close but it is a futal fight and Sprocket is just along for the ride.
I really enjoyed the easy partnership and friendship between these two even though they do whatever they can think of to try to push one another away. As I said CHEMISTRY.
Then there is Mason…..all I can say is hilarious. Loved me some Mason. He is a total trip in his own and then you put him with sprocket and Chaz and they make the book.
Would definitely recommend this book for others to read
Sprocket grabbed the grande hot chocolates—with a dash of his favorite flavoring, pecan—and reached the gazebo with five minutes to spare, per the clock tower.
He set the drinks on the bench of the gazebo so he could spread the blanket across the floor.
“Wow, that’s a huge blanket,” Chaz stated as he took the three step up to stand at the edge of it.
“Never took you for a size queen.” Sprocket winked as he handed him a cup of steaming goodness. “So, what’s for lunch?”
“Oh, well…” Chaz held the basket close to his chest as he slipped off his shoes and situated himself in the middle of the blanket. “Not much.” He pulled a thermos from the basket. “I made homemade tomato soup and chicken salad sandwiches.” He set the thermos down and pulled out wrapped sandwiches, a bag of croutons, a plastic bowl with a translucent red lid, and a small stack of china dishes in rapid succession.
“My grandma used to make me tomato soup and grilled cheese all the time. Except she’d actually grill the cheese before putting it on the sourdough toast. I tried to make it once…didn’t end so well.” He laughed as he shook his head, settling down next to Chaz on the blanket.
“But I’ve heard you and Mason talk; you cook most of the time between the two of you.”
Sprocket accepted the sandwich handed to him and nodded. “Yep. Well you know, we both can cook, but neither of us gets much fun out of it.” He unwrapped the sandwich and picked up half, biting into it. He couldn’t suppress his moan. Damn that was good, and Chaz put nuts in it for crunch, walnuts and pecans. How did he know pecans were Sprocket’s favorite? A part of him wanted to believe maybe Chaz had asked around. Anyone in Craft Time would know and Prudence did too.
Not that it mattered either way. Nothing strange about a friend—and only a friend—knowing something as mundane as that. He quickly chewed and swallowed. “And we definitely don’t do fancy.
Unless you count roast, but even then I sprinkle the seasoning on it and throw it in the oven. No fuss, no muss.”
With his next bite, something popped in his mouth, making him want to gag. He held it back, and while Chaz gazed out over the park at the kids running in the playground Sprocket lifted the toast to see what he bit into. Grapes. He grimaced as he quickly plucked the halved grapes out of the salad and dropped them on the napkin by his leg.
“You don’t like grapes?”
Sprocket jumped. Fuck…busted. “I like them fine. I like them right off the vine, frozen, even mashed up as wine…don’t like them so much with seeds, though.”
“Or in a sandwich, apparently.” Chaz noted, gesturing to the evidence on the blanket between “Well…” Sprocket jammed the rest of the sandwich in his mouth and chewed slowly, biding himself some time. While he was trying to break down the enormous amount of food in his mouth, he grabbed the other half of the sandwich and proceeded to pick the grapes out of that also.
Chaz raised an eyebrow at him, and he shrugged. He’d already been caught, no use faking it up Reaching over, Chaz snatched Sprocket’s wrist and guided it to his mouth. Sprocket gulped the food in his mouth down, his stomach somersaulting either from the partially chewed lump it just received or because of the man sitting across from him on the blanket.
This wasn’t what friends did. Friends didn’t use their friend’s fingers as utensils. Still, he probably could’ve gotten past this moment if there hadn’t been a smidge of mayonnaise on the tip of his nail. Chaz spotted it, and while staring Sprocket in the eye, he put that spot right in front of his mouth.
They sat like that for an eternity. Sprocket could feel his heart pounding fast, wondered if his pulse alerted Chaz to his extreme interest in the man’s next move.
He wanted to shout at Chaz to lick him. Do it now. Put him out of his misery. There was nothing Sprocket wanted more than to experience the wetness of Chaz’s tongue as it cleaned the white stuff from his finger. That was a lie. Sprocket wanted them to make more white stuff that had to be cleaned off, the kind you couldn’t purchase in a store. Well, maybe you could purchase it…but he really didn’t want his brain to go off on that tangent.
Finally—finally!—Chaz licked the condiment off. Before he could move back and call an end to this little episode, Sprocket broke free of his grip and hooked his hand behind the other man’s neck, holding him there, unable to move away.
When their lips met, it wasn’t gentle and coaxing. Sprocket wasn’t in that kind of mood. He wanted bad and he wanted now. Fuck friends. That whole concept was overrated if it kept him up all night in need. Anyway, this wasn’t his fault. Chaz started this shit; Sprocket would finish it.
And this time, he’d be better prepared. When Chaz kicked him the fuck out of his life, it wouldn’t tear him apart. Because no matter what, he’d make sure there wasn’t a spot in his heart for Chaz. Sprocket willingly would give up half his bed for the man, but nothing more.
While diving his tongue in Chaz’s mouth—reaching far enough back he could say with great certainty Chaz no longer had tonsils—Sprocket damn near convinced himself that he could do that, too.
Then Chaz whimpered, his hand pressing against Sprocket’s chest, right over his heart, and Sprocket knew he was a goner.
Write something from your character’s point of view as a child. (Holiday, first kiss, first day of school, anything.)
Chaz: *blinks* *blushes* Uh… Wasn’t expecting to be pushed into the limelight here like this. So um…I’m not really prepared… Can Sprocket go first? *hides behind Sprocket*
Sprocket: Oh, that’s easy…my childhood was surrounded around my grandparents. I was lucky to have them, I never wanted for anything, most of all love and acceptance. I remember when I came out to them…I was scared shitless, but my best friend Mason said that if anyone would be cool with it they would be. So I sat down with Grams and Gramps–I was only fourteen, mind you–and well, it went something like trying to rip the band-aid off quickly:
Me: Grams, Gramps…I like boys.
Gramps: Son, you’ve always been easy to make friends.
And it doesn’t come off on the first try…so you have to try again, slightly tugging it…
Me: Well yeah, but I like boys more than girls.
Gramps: When I was your age I did too. Girls always wanted to have tea parties.
But the damn thing’s stuck to your skin, and it kinda hurts now, so you’re being careful…
Me: I don’t think you understand, Gramps. I…um…well, I think about kissing boys.
Gramps: Kissing boys? Why would you do that?
And then someone helps you by tearing the rest off in one yank.
Grams: Oh for Pete’s sake, Stephen, he’s gay.
Gramps: He is?
Grams: Yes, just tell him you love him.
Gramps: I love you, Sprocket.
Me: Thanks Grams.
Grams: I love you too, Sprocket…but you’re too young to be kissing boys.
Leave it to Grams to rip off the band-aid without any pain.
Chaz: My childhood was…mostly just my mom and me. We had some good times, because she doesn’t believe in not living your life to the fullest. During the holidays we used to go north, because she said that Christmas needed snow. It didn’t snow a lot in Atlanta, so we went places like Vermont, and New Hampshire. That’s why Parkerburg felt like home to me the first time I visited Alimentaire to try out for Dermot. There was snow on the ground, and all the businesses…there weren’t this many of them back then… had lights and wreaths. And in the park they had a huge community tree…
Thank you Inked Rainbow Reviews for inviting us over today. If you’d like to read more about us, or our family, or our quaint little town Parkerburg, check out Heart on the Run and Christmas in His Heart…with more to come too! Because the Hearts of Parkerburg are enough to make you go woo woo.
Somewhere in a small town in up-state New York are a librarian and a second grade teacher to whom I owe my life. That might be a touch dramatic, but it’s nevertheless one hundred percent true.
Because they taught me the joy of reading, of escaping into worlds crafted of words.
Have you ever been nine years old and sure of nothing so much as that you don’t belong? Looked at the world from behind glasses, and wondered why you don’t fit?
Someone hands you a book, and then you turn the page and see… There you are, running from Injun Joe in a dark graveyard; there you are fencing with Athos; there you are…beneath the deep blue sea- marveling at exotic creatures with Captain Nemo.
I found myself between the pages of books, and that is why I write now. It’s why I taught English and literature for so many years, and it’s why my house contains more pounds of books than furniture.
If I’d had my way, I’d have been a fencer…or a starship captain, or a lawyer, or a detective solving crimes. But instead, I am a writer, and I’ve come to realize that’s the best thing in the world to be, because as a writer, I can be all those things and more.
If I hadn’t learned to value the stories between the pages, who knows what would have happened? Certainly not college…teaching…or writing.
I annoy, love, respect, scare, seduce, hurt, anger, infatuate, frustrate, flatter, envy, amuse and tolerate everyone. I just do it better in writing thanks to a little thing called…edits.
Okay no, seriously…I’m a simpleminded person who enjoys the escape from real life through a book. I write with the group Story Orgy and hope to continue doing so for a long time. I also am privileged to be with the Pulp Friction writers, creating intermingling books in a world all our own.
I recently took the drastic step of quitting my EDJ (evil day job) and am now living in the gorgeous desert in Arizona making a go at this writing stuff full time…and I can’t see me regretting this decision ever.
Just like every other red-blooded human—I get a little bouncy when I get mail (any kind too…email, comments, private messages…you wanna do it, do it with me *winks*). So feel free to drop me a line—whether it’s on my blog,
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