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How To Love
By Susan Hawke
LOVESTRONG, Book 8
Take one hurting guy recovering from scandal…
Two years ago, Hunter Riley was ghosted by his long-term boyfriend, then stuck with a ruined reputation when the town mistakenly thought he’d cheated on his ex… a man fighting breast cancer. These days, Hunter is happiest simply taking care of the sick kittens he fosters and rarely leaves his house.
Add one sunny man healing from loss…
Quinn Sullivan is alone in the world but doesn’t let it get him down. He dealt with the grief of losing the last piece of his family by looking to the future, finishing college, moving to a new town, and hitting reset on his life. An instant connection on a never-ending blind date has him ready to move in with Hunter and Quinn can’t see anything possibly ruining it.
To equal a pair who find even instalove requires time and patience.
Life can always catch you off guard, as Quinn discovers when child services arrives with an adorable angel—a piece of his lost twin he didn’t even know was out there—needing a family, needing… him. While Quinn is floundering with his parenting role, Hunter is left thinking he’s been ghosted again until Quinn comes up for air and sets things straight.
Can two guys who fell together so easily have what it takes to build a family?
This is the eighth and final book in the LOVESTRONG series about finding love and being yourself in a small town. Watch out for a three-year-old with an addiction to daytime TV, a diabetic kitten, and the worst wedding interruption ever. This is an mm romance full of all the fun, laughter, and sweet feels you’d want from an S. Hawke book.
Note: The book mentions the death of a sibling through suicide in the past, but no details are on page.
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Exclusive Excerpt:
Stepping back from the doorway, I motioned for Jerry. “Come on, bud. There’s a secret I haven’t told you yet about story hour, and you really want to hear it. We could buy something while we’re there, and it isn’t a book.”
Jerry’s head whipped toward Quinn. “Is Uncle Hunter telling the truth? He’s not trying to trick me, is he?”
Quinn did a great job of playing dumb. “I don’t know, kiddo. Hunter set this up. I think we’ll have to trust him. He hasn’t given us any reason not to, so we’re safe.”
Eyeing me suspiciously, Jerry considered it before pinching his lips, bobbing his head with a resigned nod. “Okay. What’s the secret?”
“Sorry, can’t tell you until we’re in the car.” Quinn wasn’t the only one good at playing dumb.
I peered around Jerry’s room. Quinn and I had worked hard to pull it together this week. His book and toy shelves were half-filled, leaving us room to grow. The Superman comforter and matching curtains happened after we discovered the one superhero Jerry got excited about. The one thing missing was a Superman doll. While we were out, I was hoping to fix the problem.
Nodding toward his room, I winked at Jerry. “I’ll give you a hint. The secret has something to do with your bedroom. See if you can figure it out while we head to the car.”
Stupefied, Quinn met my eyes over Jerry’s head. “Do I get a hint?”
“Pfft. As if. Like I would tell you when I know Jerry would overhear. You’re a smart man, Quinn. See if you can guess before our favorite five-year-old does.”
As they both made one ridiculous guess after another, I struggled not to laugh.
“A new bed.”
“A sandbox.”
“A sandbox doubling as a bed.”
I tossed Quinn the keys, deciding he could drive. While he went around to get in, I helped Jerry into his seat. As I tightened his seatbelt and made sure his booster seat was secure, I couldn’t resist teasing him some more.
“Since I think we all know a sandbox would be a bad idea unless you want to sleep in a cat bathroom, I think you should try guessing some more. Here’s another hint. It would fill an empty space.”
Jerry’s eyes went wide. “Is it a TV? Am I getting a TV in my room?”
Rolling my eyes, I shut his door, chuckling as I got into the passenger seat and reached for my own belt. “Jerry, I barely put up with having a TV in the living room. Do you really think I would want you to have one?”
Quinn glanced over his shoulder, winking at Jerry. “Besides, I’ve never heard of a kids’ story hour happening inside a TV store.”
“Some stores only sell TVs? Je-rry! Je-rry! Je-rry!” At the familiar cheer, Quinn and I both burst out laughing. Jerry broke into it whenever he was excited. I wasn’t sure why. I figured he thought they were chanting his name on Jerry Springer, and he’d adopted the practice. Whatever the reason, it never failed to crack us both up.
I gave Quinn directions but didn’t tell either of them anything else about our destination. They were having too much fun guessing anyway.
“Hey, kiddo. Since we know Uncle Hunter isn’t leading us to a TV shop, what else could we be getting? Or did we want to talk some more about turning it into a litter box and sharing it with the cats?”
“I’m allergic, remember?” Jerry was still adamant about the supposed sensitivity he showed no symptoms of. I’d gone so far as stocking an epi-pen and Benadryl, but he’d been completely fine so far.
“What if it’s a pet store? Are you allergic to dogs?” I narrowed my eyes at Quinn, wondering if he was crazy to suggest more pets. We already had the two kittens, and at some point, I’d foster again. Right now, I was taking a necessary break so I could focus on Jerry and his occasionally infuriating uncle.
“Can’t. I’m allergic to all animals.”
“What about mice? Hate to tell you, but I definitely saw one in your old place in Columbus.” Based on the way Quinn shuddered, I knew he was lying.
“No you didn’t. Uncle Hunter, is it a blood pressure cuff? You’re never too young to watch your health.”
Quinn and I shared a moment before I glanced back at Jerry. “Definitely no medical equipment.”
“What about a lamp? Or a nightlight? My room is dark, did I tell you?”
Aww, I’d hoped the hall light was enough after bedtime. “I wish you’d have let me know sooner, buddy. We can definitely pick up a nightlight.”
Thankfully, we arrived at The Toy Box before Jerry started trying to guess BenGay or heart medication. Sheesh, this kid needed a visit to the toy store more than anyone.
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About the Author
As an avid reader and big romance fan myself, I love sharing the stories of the different people who live in my imagination. My stories are filled with humor, a few tears, and the underlying message to not give up hope, even in the darkest of times, because life can change on a dime when you least expect it. This theme comes from a lifetime of lessons learned on my own hard journey through the pains of poverty, the loss of more loved ones than I’d care to count, and the struggles of living through chronic illnesses. Life can be hard, but it can also be good! Through it all I’ve found that love, laughter, and family can make all the difference, and that’s what I try to bring to every tale I tell.
I’m a happily married mom with one snarky teenage boy, and three grown “kids of my heart.” I’m more widely known for my mpreg writings as Susi Hawke; this new name is a departure from that. Whether written by Susan or Susi, the books are filled with that all-important love, laughter, and family I mentioned; the only difference is that this name has no male pregnancy. I look forward to sharing my stories with you, and to bringing more romance and laughter into this world that needs it so very badly.
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