Aimee Nicole Walker wrote a beautiful story about two broken men who finally find what was missing in their lives. Someone To Call My Own was a wonderful story. ~ Kitty, Guilty Pleasures
PHOTOGRAPHER: Wander Aguiar
COVER ARTIST: Jay Aheer/Simply Defined Art
Psychic Emory Jackson and former black ops specialist Jonathon Silver are men from two completely different worlds with one thing in common: heartbreak. Emory still mourns the loss of his husband five years prior, and Jon is reeling with grief from the recent death of his twin brother.
Sparks fly when mutual friends introduce them, but it’s so much more than basic attraction. There’s an undeniable awareness and a sense of belonging that neither man can deny. Despite Emory’s premonition of a future with Jon, he has vowed never to love again. Jon is convinced that his tainted soul is the reason he will never have someone to call his own. What if they’re both wrong?
Maybe these broken men with their jagged edges could somehow align perfectly to form something whole and beautiful. But will that realization come too late for them?
I think I would really like to find Blissville. The people are amazing, fun and welcoming. But, how these two broken men found their way there was both heart-breaking and hopeful.
Emory Jackson was one very interesting character. He had his fun moments and then his confusing ones. He blamed himself for River’s death. He swore he would never give his heart to anyone again. He tried very hard to push Jon away and did whatever it took to deny the electricity between them. He helps him when he asks but refuses to see or talk to him. After their one night together, he’s convinced that he can’t chance losing his heart to him. It’s River, his true soul-mate, that makes him see that it’s okay to live and love again. But, an illness and his fear of not coming through it is what brings them truly together.
Jonathon is someone truly special. He grew up not knowing that he had a twin brother only to have him tragically taken away from him. His mission is to find his killer and carry on the business. He’s never considered a relationship. He’s a one and gone man. Nonetheless, there is something about Emory that has him thinking long term. But, if the psychic can see into his black heart, there is no way that he would ever love him back. He can’t stop thinking about him. He’s rejected time and time again. But, he can’t stop trying to see him, talk to him, let him know that he’s not giving up on them. For once, his heart is engaged. When he learns about the illness, there is nothing that he won’t do to see him through it and show him just what they can have together.
These two men enthralled me. They were both so solitary, lonely … your heart couldn’t help but go out to both. The people that they had surrounding them were wonderful. Friends, new and old, knew that they were meant to be together and did whatever they could to support both of them.
Aimee Nicole Walker wrote a wonderful story. There were times that I was disappointed with both men, but they were over-shadowed by the beautiful love story. I felt like I knew Jon and Emory and loved that she delved into both of their pasts. The ending had so much meaning and truly brought a tear to my eyes. The big, bad, black-ops soldier actually had a bright and stunning heart. And, Emory, who would have thought that he had it in him?
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I looked around the crowd hoping to see a welcoming face. All I saw was curiosity from the guests who hadn’t met me on prior occasions and surprise from the ones who had. Then my gaze locked on a pair of particularly green eyes that looked irate that I had showed up. My first thought was, why the hell does Emory look so angry? Unfortunately, I blurted out my next thought. “What the hell did you do to your beautiful hair?” And what was with the designer beard he’d grown? No wonder I didn’t recognize him until his eyes met mine. I wanted the old Emory back. I needed—not wanted—to run my fingers through his hair, tangle my fists in it while he sucked my dick.
Emory narrowed his eyes, sat straighter in his chair, and lifted his chin proudly. “Josh cut it for me.” He ran his hand over the shorn locks and smiled smugly. Well, he’ll just have to grow it back out.
I pinned the hair stylist with my meanest look. How dare he? Was he getting back at me for flirting with Gabe? Don’t be ridiculous, dumbass.
Josh didn’t look one bit intimidated by me. “Hey, I do what my clients ask. Emory wanted the Bieber special, and that’s what he got,” he announced. I had no idea what the fuck a Bieber special was, but I didn’t like it.
“Not that it’s your business,” Emory said icily.
I made a beeline for Emory, ignoring his standoffish tone and demeanor. I sat in the vacant seat beside the man and kept staring at him until he couldn’t ignore me any longer. “What?”
“It makes your eyes look even bigger and greener,” I told him.
“I don’t have to sit here and listen to this,” Emory replied as if I’d just insulted him. He jumped to his feet and practically stomped across the yard in the direction of his house. Although I couldn’t say why I did it, I jumped up and followed him.
“What’s your problem?” I demanded to know. I had never done anything to him to deserve such blatant animosity from him. Sure, my question about his hair was rude, but then I followed it up with a nice compliment. Emory didn’t reply; he walked faster, and so did I.
He turned around when we reached the steps at his back door. “Leave me alone, Jonathon,” Emory whispered in a voice thickened by tears.
I wanted to walk away from him and just forget I had ever met him, but I knew that wasn’t going to happen. “I don’t think I can, Emory.”
I am a wife and mother to three kids, three dogs, and a cat. When I’m not dreaming up stories, I like to lose myself in a good book, cook or bake. I’m a girly tomboy
who paints her fingernails while watching sports and yelling at the referees.
I will always choose the book over the movie. I believe in happily-ever-after. Love inspires everything that I do. Music keeps me sane.