Welcome to the kick-off stop of my blog hops this week for my latest eBook, Picked at the Peak! I have to send out my eternal thank you’s to Nephy. She’s been an invaluable friend to me from the first chapter I ever let her see, the very first ever that I shared in fact!
I have a few fun posts, various excerpts from the eBook, and along the way you get a chance to win copies of Picked at the Peak. If you know me, at all, you’ll know how much I love to read and I like helping others get eBooks they enjoy too. When I first started writing Picked at the Peak, I wasn’t so sure about it. I feel really close to Aislin, the main character, but could I share who he was, and his journey, well enough to make the reader live his life with him?
To get to know Aislin’s little quips and quirks, I asked him a few questions.
So, tell me a bit about yourself.
I like alcohol. No, seriously, I really enjoy it. I grew up drinking with family, the whole huge, loud Irish thing is so not a myth. My dad owns a bar. When I first started getting into brewing, I used his regulars as my guinea pigs. Eventually I bought a winery, expanded it, and opened up a brewery on the grounds so I could expand my line of microbrews.
The biggest benefit of opening my winery? It’s outside of the city, and away from my family.
Ouch. Sounds like there’s some friction there. What’s your family like?
Loud. Did I say loud? Cause yeah, L.O.U.D. I love my parents, but my mom could teach guilt to the Catholics. Dad’s pretty quiet. I have a ton of cousins who are all popping out the kids like machines, and have been for years. They all try to protect and baby me, which pisses me off. I have issues, but so does everyone.
What kind of issues?
I hate explaining this, but the crutch sort of gives it away, right? I screwed up one of my legs as a teen, and now it’s a big pain in the ass. Sometimes literally. Technically it’s called peripheral neuropathy due to nerve damage… for me, it’s a lot of pain on a daily basis. I deal. I have no choice, really.
So, how’s that work with your business?
Just fine. I can do anything I need to on my own, sometimes I just do things differently than a person with two good legs might.
Since we’re going so personal… what’s on secret you never want anyone to find out?
What, like I’m going to tell you that? That’s exactly how people find out!
Do you want to be written in with a bulbous nose and cross-eyed squint?
Okay, okay, jeez. No need to threaten. I like guys in tights, okay?
Tights? Like, figure skaters?
No! Like … superheroes. I don’t tell anyone though, so you can’t either!
*Coughs* Sure, yeah. All right, let’s end this with a doozy. What do you want?
What do I want… that’s a lot. I want to be successful, and I want to be a dad. I really want to have someone in my life that doesn’t see the crutch, or the brace, or the limp… I want them to look up at me and know I can be their whole world, if they need me to be. That’s why I want to be a parent. Kids have that ability to see past the surface. I don’t date, because this crap gets in the way, but I could be a good dad.
Oh, and I really want you not to write me with a bulbous nose or a cross-eyed squint.
LOL. Okay, yeah, the voices in my head… sometimes snarky, sometimes profound, sometimes downright humorous. I hope that you guys think the same of the story, as well. Check out this synopsis and excerpt below, and then do me a favor. Comment. That’s all you have to do to be entered in a contest to win a free eBook copy TODAY! You have until the clock strikes…
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Aislin was surrounded by his extensive, but close-knit, family his whole life. He was the younger brother or the cousin they needed to protect and the kid’s favorite uncle, but he was never just Aislin. His overbearing family rarely listened to him, so sure they knew best. His adult years had all been about proving that the accident that damaged his leg as a teenager didn’t limit him.
He started a microbrewery business, bought a winery and decided to have... a baby.
The news shocked his family and friends, but he was determined to be a single parent. Not that Aislin wouldn’t love to have a partner, but dating never really worked out for him. It didn’t matter if he was gay, or single, or had a handicap. He was more than prepared.
He was not expecting the drastic change the next nine months would wreak on his life.
"How exactly does a gay man get pregnant?" Conn asked as the room fell silent.
Teague smirked. "Yeah, was it the old-fashioned way, insert slot A into slot B? Who’s the baby daddy? Are you going to start showing soon?" His wife smacked him on the arm. "Ow."
"Don't be vulgar." Karen sat on the arm of his chair. She gave him a warning look. "Let Aislin talk."
Aislin sighed. "I am not pregnant, you idiots." He glared at his cousin and his brother. "A woman is having the baby, not me." Teague’s raised eyebrow and open mouth made him hold up his hand. “And no, I didn’t get her pregnant the old-fashioned way either.”
"A woman?" His cousin Nora was sitting next to him. She'd just finished feeding her daughter Anna and was trying to burp the fussy baby. She frowned at him. "Is she someone we know?"
"No, she's not a friend of mine or anything. Here, let me." He took the squirming infant and set her against his shoulder. He gave her a few strong pats on her back and then ran his fingers up her spine. Her little back arched, and she burped. He rubbed her silky hair, kissing the side of her head before handing her back to her mom.
"Thanks. You've always been good with the kids," Nora said. “How exactly is a woman having a baby for you? Why haven’t we heard anything about this before?"
Aislin looked around the living room. His entire family had come together in his house for Thanksgiving, and as big as it was, the living room was still packed with his family including all his aunts, uncles, and cousins. The older kids were all running around upstairs except for his brother's twin toddlers who were sitting in a playpen in the corner and the baby in Nora’s arms.
His little announcement had stopped everyone's conversations, and they were all staring at him. Most of the guys had taken up the chairs and seats near the TV to watch football, and the women were discussing their game plan to hit the early Black Friday sales. His father had muted the TV as soon as Aislin dropped his little conversation bomb though, and they had all turned to stare at him.
Aislin scanned the faces nearest to him, his brother and cousins. "Look, between the eight of you there are twenty two kids under the age of fifteen in this house. I love each and every one of them, and it’s great being Uncle Aislin, but I've always wanted to be a dad. It felt like now was the right time."
He hesitated to look at his mom. A lot of Aislin’s fear of telling his family hinged on how his mother would react. Would she think he was doing the wrong thing to have a baby? His dad might have been the one to lay down the law when he and Teague had gotten in trouble while growing up, but they'd both would’ve preferred facing his wrath than their mother's disappointment. Sorcha Kavanagh could be a very scary woman.
Another of his cousins moved over and sat down on the couch on the other side of him and patted his knee.
"Well, I'm happy for you," Carlyn said.
He winced and pulled away. After most of the family dinners the women would surround him on the couch. He got to play with the babies, whom he enjoyed, but sometimes they forgot how sensitive his bad leg was. He pulled his forearm crutch up and leaned it against the couch next to his thigh to create a barrier.
"Thanks." He finally glanced at his mother but her face was still a blank canvas, her emotions hidden as she listened to him answer all the questions coming his way. He bit his lip. When was she going to say something?
Roisin cleared her throat. "Not that we aren't all happy for you, but what exactly brought this desire on to have kids now?" His aunt was sitting next to his mother on a love seat in the corner by the playpen where they could coo over the twins.
Aislin looked at baby Anna, her body seemingly boneless now that she was sated, as she snuggled innocently in Nora’s arms. He reached out to touch one finger to her petal soft cheek. "Well, Nora and Luke had just had Anna. I was visiting them in the hospital, and I kept thinking that I wanted that.”
The desire had been so strong he’d had to leave and find a quiet place to think. The hospital atrium had a small fountain he’d sat at many times before while waiting for a niece or nephew to make their way into the world. He’d sat there for an hour before a dad had walked over with a little boy and coaxed him to throw in a coin. He wished, in a sweet voice, for his new baby brother to be born that week while a very pregnant, and exhausted looking, mom stood waiting for them. He’d known right then, as he watched the man pick up and laugh with his son, that he wasn’t willing to wait anymore. Aislin sighed. “I wanted a baby of my own. I wanted to be able to take home a beautiful miracle and be a daddy. So I decided to look into my options."
His dad cleared his throat. "So what exactly did you mean when you said that you're having a baby? Are you adopting this woman’s child?"
"No." He looked over at his dad who sat with his arms crossed over his chest. "I found a surrogate. She is actually having my baby. I didn't really expect it all to happen so fast. She got pregnant on our first try. We found out three weeks ago that it worked."
His fingers pinched the crease on his dress pants. It was all still so surreal. He’d expected the process to take longer even though he'd been planning every step along the way. He’d learned that his baby would come at its own pace, regardless of his own expectations. "So, according to the doctor, sometime late next July or early August, my son or daughter will be born."
"Why didn't you tell us?" Aislin wasn't fooled by the soft tone in his mother's voice. He sucked in a quick breath and let it out with a heavy sigh.
"I don't know, Mom. I wasn't sure of how it would all work, and by the time I'd talked to a lawyer, found a surrogate, and we started the whole process I couldn't help but feel like it was sort of private. How was I supposed to tell you that I was going to a clinic to have my sperm inserted into a strange woman so we could hopefully make a baby?" A blush washed over him and he felt his face heat just saying that.
Teague snickered, and Karen smacked him.
“Intrauterine insemination isn’t any more successful than the average traditional attempts to make a baby. I thought I had a few months to figure out how to tell you. I just,” he shrugged one shoulder, “I wanted to do that part on my own.”
A look of hurt crossed over her face.
With his large family, privacy was in short supply. After his accident when he was sixteen most of his family members tended to be a little smothering in their desire to make sure he was okay. Their behavior made him fight for his independence even more after he recovered and eventually led to him moving farther away from the family than anyone else.
He had to hope his mother would understand. If he could only explain the way he felt, the anxiety and fear the IUI wouldn’t work, or his worry that somehow his disability would prevent him from becoming a dad. "I didn't do it to hurt anyone. I only waited three weeks to tell the family that the baby was actually a reality until now because I wanted to have everyone all together for Thanksgiving. Sometimes I can't really believe that it's actually happening still and," he hesitated, "I wasn't sure how everyone would react."
His mother spoke carefully, "Did you think that we wouldn't welcome your child just as much as your brother's and your cousins’ babies?"
Aislin blinked. "No, of course not!" The thought had never crossed his mind. He knew that his parents wouldn't treat any child he had differently from their other grand kids, and neither would anyone else in the family. "I don't know if I could explain why I wanted to do this on my own. I only had enough money for two tries with a surrogate, but I didn't expect it to really happen the first time. I didn't want to get everyone's hopes up if it didn't work, maybe, but I didn't mean to hurt anyone. When it did, I wanted to wait to make sure nothing went wrong."
Teague cleared his throat. "How are you going to do everything on your own? Kids aren't exactly easy to take care of." He glanced at Aislin's crutch.
That argument Aislin was prepared for. "I managed to keep Tasha and Sammy overnight didn't I? We were perfectly fine on our own. I'm pretty sure I can handle one baby."
"You did," said Teague's wife Karen. "But there is a big difference from babysitting to having a baby dependent on you twenty-four hours a day."
"And each of you made that leap with help from the family," Aislin pointed out, "and so will I. Look, I know better than any of you what my limitations are. I would never have considered having a baby if I didn't think I could take care of him or her. Yes, I have a bad leg, and I need a crutch to walk.” He didn’t mention the pain he lived with or how much he could ache at the end of the day. Pain was a fact of life for him and wasn’t going to change, but he wasn’t going to let that reality dictate his life.
“I’m not really fast. I have a bad leg and use a crutch but I still have a free arm. Besides, they have those little baby hammock things. I'm sure I can use one of those if I need to carry more stuff than I can handle, or I’ll make extra trips.” Aislin’s throat burned as he tried to explain to them how he was feeling. “I'm already half in love with the baby just knowing that he or she is a reality, and it’s only been a few weeks. In nine months they’ll be in my arms, and I'd really like to know that my family is happy for me."
He looked at his parents, holding his breath. His father had uncrossed his arms, and his mother was wiping a tear off her cheek.
They had to know how important this was to him.
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