Title: Heartbeats
Author: Jenna Kendrick
Release Date (Print & Ebook) – 3/13/2018
Length – 61,000 words
Subgenre – Contemporary M/M Romance
Cover Artist – Dianne at Lyrical Lines
Blurb
When Andrew Palmer and his husband
decide to expand their family, they use a surrogate to carry their baby. On the
day they get the happy news they're expecting, Andrew is blindsided when Mason
asks him for a divorce and moves out, taking their daughter with him. Instead
of counting down the days until the twins' birth with his partner, Andrew's
fighting for every moment of time with his daughter and readying himself to
become a single father.
Orphaned at a young age, Bradley
Stern has always wanted a family to call his own. He’s done everything possible
in preparation to become a single father including finding a surrogate to carry
his child. Knowing he’s going to have two babies to care for means double the
love, and he can hardly wait the last few months for his twins to be born.
When Andrew and Bradley each get a
call about a tragic car accident and premature delivery, they discover their
surrogate has promised the twins to both of them. As they wait for paternity
results and watch the babies struggle to survive, they turn to each other for
comfort. Only one man will walk away with what both want most, but now he'll
also take the other man's heart, as well.
Excerpt
“Surely you can tell me something. How
are my babies?” Bradley raked his fingers through his hair, barely resisting
pulling it out by the handful. No telling what it looked like, but he left it
firmly attached to his scalp.
“Mr.
Stern, as I’ve already said, someone will be out for you shortly.” The NICU
nurse’s voice straddled a fine line between professional courtesy and
annoyance. “Now, are you going to wait patiently, or do I have to ask security
to escort you out of the hospital?” As he turned away, the glass divider
between the info desk and the waiting area rattled with more force than the
last time he’d demanded answers. Too bad, because he wasn’t budging until he
knew what was happening to his twins and their surrogate.
For
all that the hospital had tried to create a welcoming environment, the empty
waiting room stank of lost hopes, stale coffee, and the astringent smell that
lingered in all hospitals. If he sat, he’d be swallowed up by the despondency
that clung to the chairs. Instead, he walked. Fourteen steps up the hall,
fourteen steps back, just far enough for it to be considered pacing and not
hovering. He’d practically worn a trench into the hardwood floor. It’d been
hours already—he glanced at his watch—no, more like twenty minutes. No wonder
the staff was losing patience. Time was standing still.
His
mouth opened in an overly loud yawn that had him looking right and left with
embarrassment, but it was too early for anyone other than hospital staff to be
milling about. The inscrutable nurse didn’t even look up from her computer
screen.
The
adrenaline rush from racing to get here battled with the exhaustion of having
been awake for over twenty-four hours. After a long week in New York City
filled with frustrating meetings and high-profile events with Uncle Richard and
his merry band of blowhards, he’d been unable to stand one more night there.
Every car horn and squeal of brakes from the street below set him on edge, and
come morning, Richard would have one more piece of business, one more person he
needed to meet. Any excuse to keep him nearby and try to wear him down. He’d
just wanted to get home to his mountain, treacherous roads in the middle of the
night be damned, and he’d called down for his Tesla Roadster before he so much
as loosened his tie. Halfway to Egremont, he’d received the call that had him
veering east to Springfield.
The
same refrain haunted him as it had the rest of the drive. I’m not ready. I’m
not ready. Never mind that this was the culmination of a long-held dream.
Making lists of baby supplies and everything he needed to decorate the nursery
was a far cry from having checked so much as a single item off said lists. But
none of that was important right now. He’d deal with the nursery and all the
rest once he knew his babies were well.
They’re not ready, either. He’d been reading about fetal
development week-by-week throughout the pregnancy, not that he could recall a
single useful fact right now. Fingernails and blinking—the parts he’d been so
excited about a couple days ago—suddenly took a back seat to lung development.
He swallowed the knot in his throat and reached into his pocket. No. Already a
hair’s breadth from losing his shit, Googling worst-case scenarios wouldn’t
help him avoid being kicked out of the hospital for causing a disturbance.
Stomping
feet and labored breaths caught his attention as two men ran down the hall. One
pointed at the chairs, then approached the nurse’s station, quietly giving his
name. His companion, jacket wide open and sweatshirt clearly inside-out, looked
around the area wide-eyed before lurching across the hall to the restroom.
“Did
you see where my brother went? A little bit taller, a lot less handsome?”
There
was no reply from the nurse. Bradley glanced over to see the man staring back
at him quizzically. He pointed at the bathroom just as the door opened.
The
brother was indeed taller, by at least a few inches. But his dark blond hair,
bright blue eyes, and muscles for days rendered him a hundred times sexier than
the first guy.
Judging
from the greenish cast to his skin, he was also either hungover or sick.
Bradley stepped away in distaste, leaving the other men to melt into the chairs
of despair while he resumed pacing. Fourteen steps up the hall. Turn. Five,
six, seven—
The
door to the unit opened. “Who’s here for the Penn twins?”
—Eight,
nine. Wait. Penn.
Bradley
hurried over to the man in bright blue scrubs. The surgical mask tucked under
his chin pulled his ears forward, giving him a slightly elfin appearance. Or
maybe lack of sleep and stress were making him as fanciful as the giraffes and
elephants painted on the walls.
The
nurse gave Bradley a welcoming smile. “You the new dads?”
Bradley
looked to his right, only then noticing the tall guy had also approached.
“Oh,
we’re not together,” he said. Being together with someone wasn’t in the
cards for him. His heart was taking a big enough risk letting children in, much
less a partner.
“We
ask that only parents come into the unit for the first visit. Which one of you
is the father?” He looked expectantly between the two men.
“I
am,” they both replied at the same time.
Author Bio
Jenna Kendrick writes contemporary, new adult,
and paranormal romance about smart guys with a propensity for snark. Jenna went
to a small college in the woods of Western Massachusetts, where she alternated
between bare feet and hiking boots and used dining hall trays as a mode of
transportation in the winter. She fell in love with creative writing after
writing a satirical essay to get out of yet another literary analysis
assignment. Unable to choose a coast or climate zone, she bounced around the
country before settling in Upstate New York. She lives with her husband and
several furry creatives, some of whom think of her desk as their own.
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