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It meant she had found something that held, a community or a routine or a work situation or simply a particular quality of light in a particular city that had made staying feel more right than leaving. Las Cruces was in the south of New Mexico, near the border, in the high desert. I had looked it up on my phone at four in the morning when sleep had fully abandoned me. A university city, moderate size, the kind of place that had its own specific character rather than being a smaller version of somewhere larger. Mountain light. Wide streets. The particular landscape of the American southwest that I had never seen in person.

Together, they left Texas behind and New York too. *** The new city they chose wasn’t flashy. No glass towers or mafia ties. No expensive lifestyle or restaurants. Just quiet streets, a little apartment with wide windows, and a view of a park where children laughed and played without fear. For the first time in years, Mia could breathe. No more looking over her shoulder. No more waking in the night to phantom footsteps. She wrote. She laughed. She lived.

NEWT’S MIND had begun to dwell on the north for long stretches. Particularly at night, when he had nothing to do but ride slowly around and around the herd, listening to the small noises the bedded cattle made, or the sad singing of the Irishmen, he thought of the north, trying to imagine what it must be like. He had grown up with the sun shining, with mesquite and chaparral, armadillos and coyotes, Mexicans and the shallow Rio Grande. Only once had he been to a city:

Any questions about the book feel free to comment and I'll gladly reply to your questions. And yes stay tuned for a sequel; *drumrolls please* It will be Seth Sandoval Cervantes' book, a book filled with secrets, humor, a spice of romance and ofcourse Seth's childhood crush Tessa and a new female character who will win your heart as well as Seth's. ~Jojoestiel

He raises a brow suspiciously at me, and I can’t help the betraying smile that splits my lips. “What were you thinking about just now, you little squirt?” Sal shifts slightly on the bed, and both our heads snap toward him. But he’s still asleep. How much longer will he sleep? **** Hi, loves. Just putting this out here. Been brewing a new book under wraps. It's an MxM book as well, but not under the mafia world… I intend it to be softer and a bit more colourful than the mafia’s boy toy. With characters I’m sure you'll love as well. Upon the completion of this book, I’ll put out its first few chapters. Hopefully you’d like it.

New Mexico The Desert Bloom Cult Compound Wyatt ‘Holt’ Gibson looked up from his book at Ice’s approach, amazed that his break from watching the compound was almost over already. As soon as he picked up a book, time just stopped for him. It had been that way since childhood, and even though it was considered a bit odd for a hardcore, hardboiled ex-bouncer and -bodyguard and current MC member to love reading, it was what it was. Holt was never without a book in hand – or at least within immediate reach – and his brothers teased him mercilessly about it, while thinking that it was actually pretty cool.