GUEST POST with EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT: Sean Michael of 'Inheritance'
Title: Inheritance
Author: Sean Michael
Published: February 1, 2017 – 3rd Edition
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Cover Artist: Bree Archer/Bree Archer Designs
Genre: Contemporary Romance; Erotic Romance
Length: 80 Pages
Tags: Gay; M/M; Cowboys; Novella
About Inheritance
Cash McCord’s life is pretty much perfect. He owns the family ranch, loves his work, and invites the occasional cowboy into his bed. But everything is turned upside down when his brother Jack and Jack’s wife Val are killed in a car crash, leaving behind six kids.
Cash is made guardian of the children, along with Val’s brother, Brad Rafferty—a man who couldn’t be more different from Cash if he tried. A Yankee, Brad is a video-game developer who works twelve-to-fourteen-hour days at his desk. They lock horns as soon as they set eyes on each other. Neither man is happy to have the other around, but neither is willing to give up custody of his nieces and nephews.
It’s up to these two polar opposites to keep the kids together and give them a family again. But first they’ll have to keep from killing each other.
First Edition published as Inheritance in Family Matters by Torquere Press, 2008.
Second Edition published by Torquere Press, 2013.
Thank you to Kimmers for having me today!
Inheritance is an oldie but a goodie. It was originally written for a call for an anthology called Family Matters and when that anthology had finished its run, it was released as its own book. I’d like to thank Dreamspinner Press for picking the book up and breathing new life into it. It has been re-edited, but there is no new material. If you like books with kids in them, you should like this one.
Sean Michael
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For Brad Rafferty, the last five days had been a fucking blur.
The call from the cops, identifying Val and Jack’s bodies. Telling the kids.
As long as he lived, Brad didn’t think he’d ever do anything as hard as telling those six children their mother and father had been killed in a car accident and weren’t coming back.
The wake, the funeral, people coming and going and leaving a metric fuckton of food behind. Funny how quiet the house seemed now that most of them were gone.
“Bradford!”
He winced at his mother’s voice. “In the drawing room, Mother.”
“Mr. Radcliffe is here. He wants to see you and Cash McCord in the kitchen. I’m going to help the babysitter put the kids to bed, and then I’m going home.” She put her hands on his cheeks and tugged him down, kissed his forehead. “Call me on my cell when you’ve finished with the lawyer.”
“Yes, Mother.” Fuck, he wanted a shot of whiskey.
In the kitchen, he found Radcliffe and McCord already at the table.
He nodded to the lawyer, then to the cowboy. McCord, Jack’s brother, was a good-looking man. Better than Brad remembered from the wedding. Of course, he’d been a little wasted at the time. McCord was sucking back coffee at a fierce rate, weathered face looking all the better for being haggard.
Brad poured out a cup of his own, promising himself something stronger when this was over. He sat across from McCord and gave Radcliffe a sharp look. “This about my sister’s will?”
“Either that or it’s about my brother’s,” McCord said. Was that wit or sarcasm? You never knew with Southerners.
Either way, Radcliffe didn’t react to it in the least, his face not cracking the smallest smile. “Jack and Val McCord had a joint will in the event their deaths coincided. You are both named in the will, which is why I asked to meet with you together.”
“Just us?” Brad asked.
“Yes. As well as the children, but under your guardianship.”
McCord shook his head. “I don’t want nothing of Jackie’s, man. Nothing. Anything he left me, give to them babies.”
“I don’t think you understand, Mr. McCord. You and Mr. Rafferty have been named as the children’s guardians.”
Brad leaned in, elbows on the table. “What?”
“Excuse me?” The brim of McCord’s cowboy hat went back, the cowboy’s blue eyes going wide. “You can’t be serious.”
“Jack and Valerie named you two as joint custodians of the children. The house, the money, everything is in your hands. Once Branson is twenty-one, the children will have access to generous trust funds, and you will split whatever is left of the rest, including the proceeds of the sale of the house. Providing, of course, that you’ve raised the children together.”
About the Author
Best-selling author Sean Michael is a maple leaf–loving Canadian who spends hours hiding out in used book stores. With far more ideas than time, Sean keeps several documents open at all times. From romance to fantasy, paranormal and sci-fi, Sean is limited only by the need for sleep—and the periodic Beaver Tail.
Sean fantasizes about one day retiring on a secluded island populated entirely by horseshoe crabs after inventing a brain-to-computer dictation system. Until then, Sean will continue to write the old-fashioned way.
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