Author Name: Pat Henshaw
Book Name: When Adam Fell, Foothills Pride Series, Can be read as a standalone
Release Date: February 24, 2016
Pages or Words: 29,800 words
Categories: Fiction, Gay Fiction, M/M Romance, Romance
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Cover Artist: AngstyG
I’m a product of a Midwestern U. S. upbringing and a world-lust adulthood. With my husband and children, I’ve lived on both coasts and have absorbed the differences and similarities of thoughts in each. I’ve also traveled quite a bit, visiting places like Nicaragua, Thailand, and Egypt as well as England and continental Europe. All of these experiences and the people I’ve met filter into my stories and spill into how I see people.
In “When Adam Fell,” celebrity chef and cookbook author Adam de Leon, whom readers met in the first Foothills Pride story, “What’s in a Name?,” is surprised when the former love of his life returns after drug rehab and wants to resume their relationship. Can Adam believe that his lover, whom Adam left in San Francisco, has kicked his habit? While his head is unsure, Adam’s body and heart are ready to jump in and give the man a second chance.
- What is the nicest thing anyone has ever said about your writing? Some of my reviewers have been incredibly supportive and given my writing wonderful compliments. I can’t really call one best, but I do remember the first positive review in which the reviewer said, “I absolutely loved this short book and can’t wait for more of the story.” I’d never considered writing a series, but this reviewer pushed me into doing so.
- Are you a full-time or part-time writer? How does that impact your writing? I’m a full-time writer, which is absolutely wonderful. I enjoy having the time with no student papers to grade or lesson plans to make in order to sit and think about how I want to express something in writing. The process feels less slap-dash now than it did when I was writing part-time.
- What interested you about the theme of this book? “When Adam Fell” is a story about redemption and giving someone else another chance after the person ran so far amok. I think this is an important theme in a time when breaking up and too often divorce are answers to rough times for a couple. I’d hate to see gay couples, especially those who fought so hard for the right to marry, fall into the marry and divorce merry-to-round.
- What is the most difficult part of writing for you? I’m not sure what this question means exactly, but I find it annoying when I know what I want to say but I can’t find the words to express it. I end up yelling at my husband, “What’s the word for…?” and then giving a long, drawn out description of what I’m searching for, only to have him give me the simple word I wanted. Ugh.
- Name your four most important food groups. Iced tea, chocolate, Ben & Jerry’s ice cream, and fruit, particularly berries.
When his lover Jason’s drug addiction spiraled out of control, TV celebrity chef and cookbook author Adam de Leon walked away from him. Adam also abandoned his renowned restaurant in San Francisco to start a small bistro in the Sierra Foothills.
Five years later Adam is battling the conservative leaders of Stone Acres, California, to open a new restaurant in historic Old Town when Jason turns up on his doorstep—a recovered Jason, now going by the name David and claiming he’s overcome his addictions. What’s more, he begs Adam to take him back and says he’s ready for their happily ever after.
Adam has enough on his plate with problems plaguing the opening of his restaurant. And now he’s having a hard time deciding which to follow—his head or his heart.
I watched Jason rise from the stoop.
He looked good. His golden hair sparkled in the day’s first light. A happy smile tinged with nervousness spread across his lips. He was wearing a silver-gray Bogner jacket, some sort of expensive pants, and sturdy boots. Hanging from his shirt collar, his sunglasses looked like those high-priced titanium ones. All in all, the guy standing in front of me could easily have fit into the young, hip app crowd now flooding the valley. Too much money and no idea where to spend it. He looked like a guy who’d eat at the Bistro and then fucking strut up to me after dinner, put a wad of Franklins in my pocket, and whisper, “Quit this job and come cook for me.”
Nothing tempted me, especially not the hundred-dollar bills I’d thought were Monopoly money the first time I’d seen them. Nothing had moved me like this, seeing Jason rise straight up in front of me like a fucking miracle.
Standing there in my scuffed clogs, beat-up jeans, and ratty Stanford Cardinal T-shirt, I felt underdressed for this particular dream. Shouldn’t I at least be wearing my chef’s regalia, toque and all? Shouldn’t I have a Henckel in one hand and a Wüsthof in the other? Or maybe clutching a shield made of my cooking classics, which I’d written with an angry, tormented mind but a clear eye to royalties?
“Cat got your tongue?” the vision asked.
“Fucking A, man. Is it really you, Jason?”
“Sorta. Who else would come knocking at your door looking like me?” He flung his arms out like he wanted me to hug him or some shit.
I backed away and kept my hands to myself, though my dick perked up immediately. Did Jason have a twin or a younger brother, somebody who resembled him? I didn’t think so. All I’d thought for five years was nobody—and I mean nobody—could ever have come back from where my Jason had buried himself. At least I never thought so.
There’ve been moments in my life when I was sure I was losing my mind. When I knew whatever tenuous grasp on reality I thought I had was really smoke up my ass. This moment smacked of those. As the legendary John Fogerty sang and the great Yogi Berra is supposed to have said, it was like déjà vu all over again. Only not.
“What the hell are you doing here?” I asked. Suspicion tasted bitter on my tongue.
Slowly his arms came down, and he gave me a pained but understanding look.
“Yeah, well, it was too much to hope we’d just kiss and make up.” His husky croak had once made me roll over and do anything he asked, but not now. “Can I come in? It’s a little chilly out here.”
I wasn’t cold, but then I’m tall and stout, a real cliché chef image. Fuck, I guess somebody’s got to be the cliché, right? It’s how clichés are born.
I shrugged at his question, swiped at the sweat rolling from my forehead, and moved aside. “Kitchen’s downstairs.” I gestured to the steps.
He walked past me, letting his hand trail over my groin. Once I would have nearly come at the gesture. Now I ignored my dick because my mind was numb and had been for years. He might think he could reawaken my love and lust, but I was pretty fucking sure that ship had sailed and gotten lost at sea.
id you ever read a series where you liked the stories enough to stick with it even though you had problems with it? That’s how I feel about the Foothills Pride series. Each book in the series is jammed packed with issues – the love story, the town’s story, the characters angst, cameos from characters from other books in the series, etc – that they could easily be 75K to 100K books, and I would read them.
But they’re not. They are 30K word books which means every plotline in the story gets stunted. In this one, we have Adam and Jason/David, former lovers destroyed by addiction. The roller coaster from Adam’s opening thoughts to forgiveness and true reconciliation, with said cameos, with said town issues, was mindboggling actually. I had real issue with how quickly Adam forgave, especially considering that opening internal dialogue. He wasn’t written as a character who was there yet, but then suddenly he was. Like the other books in this series, the sex was only hinted it, but I really longed for more non-sexual intimacy so I could feel the connection the author wanted me to have.
I could go on about how I wish there was more to their story as a couple, more information about the homophobia plaguing the town, more…more…more…because ultimately, I liked Adam and Jason/David. I like that they found each other again and were able to love each other again, I just needed so much more.
Meet the author:
Pat Henshaw, author of the Foothills Pride Stories, was born and raised in Nebraska where she promptly left the cold and snow after college, living at various times in Texas, Colorado, Northern Virginia, and Northern California. Pat enjoys travel, having visited Mexico, Canada, Europe, Nicaragua, Thailand, and Egypt, and Europe, including a cruise down the Danube.
Now retired, Pat has spent her life surrounded by words: Teaching English composition at the junior college level; writing book reviews for newspapers, magazines, and websites; helping students find information as a librarian; and promoting PBS television programs.
Her triumphs are raising two incredible daughters who daily amaze her with their power and compassion. Fortunately, her incredibly supportive husband keeps her grounded in reality when she threatens to drift away while writing fiction.
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