Okay, so in the grand scheme of things these numbers are not even small potatoes. These are the eyes on the potatoes after they’ve sat on your counter too long. But just a week ago I was ranked like 234,000 or something equally as low.
Thank you all who have purchased The Island! I sincerely appreciate you. I appreciate the reviews, the ads on Goodreads and the people who have blogged and Facebooked about it! It’s because of you that these numbers are growing every day!
I am considering making the ebook version of The Island (soon available in paperback) exclusive to Amazon. This will make it available in more countries, and a host of other super cool things like giveaways and Kindle Free days and countdowns!
Thank you, thank you.
With sincere gratitude.
Three people. One relationship.
“I’m saying, I love you,” Gabe shook his head.
“And I love you,” Michael nodded.
“This makes no sense,” I muttered quietly.
“No,” Gabe chuckled softly, “it doesn’t. But it’s happening.I think we all knew it would happen too, right from the beginning.”
Thirty-one-year-old Amie Graham is moving on with her life, or at least she’s trying to pick up the shattered pieces of it anyway. Just after her father’s death, came the devastating blow that her now ex-husband had been cheating on her. A lot. Lost and confused, she follows the advice of her best friend Tony to take some time away from work and find out who she is again. Following a whim, Amie signs up for Global Humanity a charity group that specializes in rebuilding homes and communities lost to natural disasters.
When she finds herself sent to the beautiful island of Kauai, Hawaii life is supposed to be more straightforward, less complicated and definitely less dramatic. But fate has a sense of humor and throws a complication or two right in her path.
Gabe and Michael are childhood friends, both coming from tumultuous pasts. Gabe is calm and serene, walking through life with the stride of a lion. Michael is boyish and charming, with all the grace of a grizzly bear. Amie finds herself falling in love with both of them, and they with her. But can three people really love each other, or is it just the air of the island messing with their hearts and minds?
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In 2013, as my father was dying from liver cancer, and in the months that followed, I wrote a book.
I had a dream one night about these three people in a tent. They were all kind of snuggled up together and when the woman got up in the morning, she found a note taped to the outside of the tent that said “threesome” and she joined several other people at a big table in the jungle for breakfast, laughing about the note. I literally became obsessed with it. Who were they? Why were they all in the tent? I forced myself to dream about them again and it kept evolving.
I sat down to write what I thought might be just a quick little erotic story. Not even a short story, like something you might post on a blog or something – and it eventually evolved into the story that exists today. As I fell deeper and deeper in love with these three, I kept going back and toning down the sex more and more so it wouldn’t wind up being some dirty book that you might read in secret. A lot of people have asked, and yes, a lot of myself came out through Amie. Though no, she is not me. (But I wish she was … I mean, those two guys???…)Her name was something else in the beginning, but I ended up hating it. I scoured Facebook friends for names, and that one popped up and I loved it.
I sent the book off to some e-pub romance store that I cannot remember the name of. Ninety days later the editor wrote me back saying she loved the first three chapters and wanted the rest. Ninety days after that she wanted to publish the book…but the terms were bonkers. Even as a brand new unknown author, I couldn’t do it. So I sat on it.
I shared it with a group who fell in love with it – and that’s when I started to see some flaws in the story. And I sat on it again.
But my dream has always been to write. I have stories upon stories in my head. Some sweet. Some dark. Some steamy. I decided now was the time to try and make it happen and I sat down with my laptop and began poring over the story again. Re-writing the scenes that bugged me, or didn’t have the emotional depth I wanted. I edited. I re-wrote. I edited. I re-wrote, until one night I anxiously hit that publish button on Amazon.
My book has been live for exactly a week. And I want to thank my friends first for reading it and giving me the confidence to realize it IS a good story. I want to thank my friends who have recommended it to their friends. And to everyone who has purchased it, and left me reviews. I feel like I’ve been walking around on cloud nine! Reading the comments I’ve been left literally puts me in tears that people see what I saw in these three! So thank you!
Name: Gabriel Johnson…if I have a middle name, I don’t know it. Its not on my birth record anyway.
Place of birth: Los Angelas, California
Parents: Don’t know them, but I was born, so I assume I have them.
Ethnic background: Yeah…you’re asking me a lot of questions I don’t have answers to.
Places lived: Los Angelas, Sacremento, San Diego, Ghana, India, Hawaii, and Tucson.
Relationship with God: I’m a little more Buddhist in my beliefs, but I’m not opposed to the idea of there being a higher power.
Overall outlook on life: Letting go gives you power. It gives you power over your suffering, sadness, attachments and past. It’s easier said than done, but it’s how I survive.
Do you like yourself: Yeah. I’m a good dad, a good husband and a good friend. I treat everyone with respect and so yeah, I’m cool with me.
Political leaning: Are you trying to start an internet argument? Whatever…I lean left if that’s what you want to know.
Best way to spend a weekend: Just hanging with the kids and the wife. We barbecue a lot, swim when it’s warm, work in the garden a lot. We’ve decided to try a self-sustaining lifestyle and we have a great garden going on – homesteading is where we see ourselves going. I learned to make soap and stuff…it’s pretty cool. I think it teaches the kids a good lesson.
Biggest trauma: yeah, let’s skip that one.
What does he care about most in the world: Family
Name: Michael James Frey
Sex: As often as I can
Age: Then or now? In the book I was 22 when it started. I’m 29 now.
Where and when were you born? I actually don’t know where I was born. It could have been a number of places my mom wandered to.
Family members? Next question.
In what situation is your self-esteem is at risk? Everything. I’m pretty hard on myself.
Is there anyone in your life that you are attracted to? Besides Amie? Shit…no one.
What scares you about this person? That she’ll finally figure out that I’m not good enough for her.
What do you think he/she can do for you that no one else can? She pushes me to be a better person all the time. Not, you know, by what she says – it’s just how she makes me feel. Like I wanna be constantly better.
How would you change the world? The things around you? The people around you? That’s a really hard fucking question. Can I just say that maybe people should just stop being dicks to each other…I don’t know. Sometimes I can’t even watch the news, it just makes me too mad.
How do you learn best? Hands on, I’m not much of a reader. So I learn when someone shows me, after that – I’ve got it.
What are your goals in life? Right now? To be the best Dad I can be…maybe have another one?
What do you like best about your best friend? He’s always there for me, no matter what I do or what I fuck up along the way. Which is a lot. Dunno, I don’t know where I’d be without Gabe.
What do you like least about your best friend? That he knows me better than I know myself…and he’s always right.
What do you think other people think of you? I really don’t give a shit.
If you could change anything about your life what would it be? Nothing. My life is pretty close to perfect now.
Name: Amie Ruthann Graham
Sex: Pretty sure I’m female
Age: A lady never tells
Interesting physical characteristics: You mean the fact that I’m short? That’s rude. *laughs and cocks her eyebrows*
Where and when were you born? A long freaking time ago in Hood River, Oregon
Where have you lived? I grew up in Oregon for the most part. When my parents split, I was like twelve or thirteen and I lived with my Dad in Tucson, Arizona. *shrugs* probably weird to choose my Dad, but I didn’t like the idea of him being alone.
1. What do you carry in your pockets/purse/backpack, etc.? Well, now that I’m a mom, my purse is…interesting. I used to carry a lipstick, phone and debit card. Now when I reach for my lipstick I usually wind up with a graham cracker or a band-aid in my hands.
2. How do you feel about your home/living space? Oh wow, I love our house. It’s perfect, quiet…our garden is growing like crazy. It’s a little messier now, and I’ve learned that the pain of stepping on a lego is a real thing!
3. What early event shaped you the most? Probably my relationship with my Dad. We used to do all kinds of special things together when I was little. When he and my mom divorced, it just made sense to me that I would live with him.
4. Where is your favorite place and why? Do I have to tell you? Kauai. We’ve gone back a few times now, and it never fails to bring back that rush of memories. In fact we’ve discussed relocating.
5. What are your most important values? Honesty before anything else. Being honest with yourself and everyone around you. I think living in your own truth is important.
6. What emotion/feeling are you afraid to experience? Failure. Is that a feeling? I’m my own worst critic so failure might mean something different to me.