Welcome to our first week of celebrations for the amazing
In our first post, we'll look at the Naked Organics series. We also have a list of Posy's favorite things and a chance to win one of her books.
First up, Farm Fresh
Put down roots. You're home.
Jude Garrity visits the farmers market every Saturday. As an environmental engineering student, he’s curious about living off the grid and sustainable agriculture. And one particular farmer.
Hudson Oliva has worked hard to support his commune, the only place he's felt was home. When Jude asks pointed questions about living there, Hudson decides to be honest. Few people know what the farm is actually about, but Jude is insistent.
Jude moves in, however his sexual hang-ups make it hard to adjust. He’s living among people who have sex freely and with multiple partners. When Jude finally loosens up, Hudson is flooded with emotions. Falling for Jude wasn’t part of Hudson’s life plan. But when vindictive rumors about the commune begin to spread, love might be all he has left.
“You wanted to know where I’m from,” Hudson said to get their conversation back on track. Jude nodded but remained tight-lipped. “I grew up north of Miami in Jupiter, a small city that’s mostly white and middle class. I couldn’t wait to get out, so I tried to hitch a ride to Seattle, the farthest city from home without leaving the mainland. Didn’t get that far.”
“How far did you get?” Jude looked surprised as he asked, so Hudson reached out and pressed his palm to the center of Jude’s chest.
“About five miles away. I’ve been here ever since.”
“What made you run? I mean . . . maybe that’s too personal.”
Hudson coasted his hand over the slight swell of Jude’s pec and thumbed over his nipple, which stood at attention, pert and flushed, like his lips and cheeks. It was a good color on him.
“It’s not too personal. I want to get personal with you.” Hudson brushed his thumb over Jude’s nipple once again, but when Jude looked away, Hudson contented himself with caressing Jude’s hipbone instead.
He considered how much history he wanted to share and decided to let him know more than he usually did so early on. “My dad was a Cuban immigrant, and my mom grew up in a traditional Southern family on a horse farm. She met Papi in college. He worked in food services at her university. My grandparents weren’t happy about their relationship because they were a lot racist, a lot classist, so they weren’t kind.”
Hudson nodded. “But I had a fairly happy life with them until my mom walked in on me sucking off a classmate.”
“No way! Are you serious?”
“I was fourteen. Drove mom to drink. She had no clue how to deal with me, considering all the tent revivals she’d been to as a kid. What I did was a sin, plain and simple.
“They sent me away to one of those ‘pray away the gay’ places, which obviously didn’t work, but it probably saved my life since my mom had to haul Papi off me when she told him why I needed to go there. He had so much pride, and having a gay son wasn’t something he could live with. It was as if me being gay made him gay. I was accosted by religion and hatred for who I was from that day until I left, so I became an expert at being secretive and learned to lie through my teeth while living with them. My eighteenth birthday Papi and I fought, and I ended up with another black eye. I packed a bag and snuck out while they were sleeping.”
“Did they call the cops or anything?”
Hudson shook his head and knew his smile was pathetic. He still held hope he and his father could reconcile. He knew Papi would be proud of him and what he’d accomplished here. “I left a note and eventually let them know my address, but in all the years, I’ve gotten one letter.”
“I’ve talked to my parents twice since I left, and both times left me feeling shredded inside.”
“I’m sorry.” Hudson scooted closer and pulled Jude into a tight embrace. The feel of Jude’s warm skin against his own had Hudson’s body responding in no time flat. He kissed Jude’s neck and the sharp line of his jaw. He thrust his fingers into Jude’s spun-gold hair and drew their mouths together.
Jude moved his lips, pressing chaste kisses to Hudson’s, then he snaked his arm between their bodies. Jude splayed his fingers across Hudson’s chest and pushed him away. He hung his head, looking down at the mattress in what appeared to be shame.
Hudson took the sting out of the rejection by thumbing over Jude’s bottom lip, shiny with saliva. “You have a delectable mouth, like it’s made for kissing.”
Jude laughed. “So do you.” Then he bit his lip and made brief eye contact before scooting back a few inches.
Hudson could take a hint, so he asked, “What’s been the hardest part about your time here so far?”
“That’s easy, the sex.”
“How so? You haven’t had any.”
“Yeah. It’s treated so differently. My first time stepping on this soil, I watched two men openly going for it in the greenhouse, practically handing out engraved invitations for me to sit down and watch.”
“That’s part of living here. This was named Kaleidoscope Gardens for a reason.”
“What? To . . . to—”
“To learn from each other. If people are having sex out in the open, they’re inviting you to watch. They might even be getting off on it.”
Jude scowled and took in a deep breath. “See, that’s hard for me to swallow. I’ve heard Charlie and Leo.”
“Did you leave the house to give them privacy?”
“The first few times, but now I stay. They knew I was in the house, even invited me to join them, so I figured they must’ve been okay if I overheard.”
“Like the guys in the greenhouse were okay with you watching.”
“All right.” Jude nodded. “It’s a lot to wrap my head around.”
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Second in the series, Picked Fresh
Is five thousand miles far enough to say I love you?
Hudson Oliva loves stability. Jude Garrity makes his life crazy. Better, but Hudson craves more. He knows he has to be satisfied with their temporary exclusive status and that Jude will eventually navigate his full sexual awakening with their other housemates.
Despite the chaos, Hudson has a journey of his own to make, to settle his grandmother’s estate and face demons from his past. He plans to use his time away to figure out how to temper his feelings for Jude, but when Jude joins him on his trip, Hudson falls even deeper in love.
If he wants a chance at a stable future with Jude, he has to tell him the truth about his feelings, even if it ruins the harmony he’s tried so hard to preserve.
HUDSON LIFTED the back panel of the bus and made sure the fuel tank was full before lowering the hatch and rubbing the Kaleidoscope Gardens logo for good luck. It was something he’d done for years. That image of fruit and veggies lined up in the colors of the rainbow had been a welcome sign when he’d wandered onto communal property over twelve years ago. He’d been hopeless, exhausted, so hungry his stomach was eating itself, and had nearly pissed his pants when a wolf or some such creature had howled off in the distance.
Homeless. He’d been homeless too, running from his parents and away from a place that had shifted from home to hell—hell enough he knew he had to leave to survive.
He’d been at Kaleidoscope Gardens ever since. He didn’t know it at the time, but Hudson found his new home the night. Leo, barefoot and shirtless near a smoky fire, greeted him and offered a supper of black beans and rice followed up by the best cherry pie in the world.
“And now I’m leaving for the first time,” he said under his breath as he cleaned his hands on a rag and tucked it in his back pocket. He opened the side doors of the bus and scanned the inside to make sure everything he wanted was packed, that he wasn’t forgetting anything.
He slammed the doors shut, dug in his front pocket for the keys, and turned at the sound of someone clearing their throat. Somehow about fifty brothers and sisters had snuck up on him. Charlie started them off singing. It was a song Hudson thought would never be sung to him, and a lump immediately lodged in his throat. It was impossible to swallow, let alone breathe past.
As Hudson looked from person to person singing the “Old Irish Blessing,” wishing him a happy journey until they met again, tears came to his eyes. He couldn’t help it. This was the song his people sang when someone moved away from the Gardens. It was sung in hopes they’d return someday. But it was a good-bye song.
Charlie must’ve read the roller coaster of emotions going on inside Hudson because he barreled toward him and wrapped him in a tight bear hug. The rest of the people continued to sing, oblivious to the torrent of rejection thrumming through Hudson’s veins. “I’m sorry,” Charlie said. “I chose that only because I want your trip to go well. And we will meet again. This isn’t a good-bye. I promise.”
Hudson gripped Charlie hard, digging his fingernails into the skin of his back. It was painful on his end, so it had to be on Charlie’s as well. He forced himself to relax, and before he could wipe his eyes and nose, Charlie tugged a navy-blue handkerchief from his back left pocket. “Thanks,” Hudson said into the soft fabric as he tried to wipe away evidence of his emotions. He was overwrought because of . . . because of everything. He could be traveling for a leisurely vacation to the tropics, hear that song, and he’d still be emotional. Not this emotional but damn close.
Someone broke into a more upbeat song that didn’t say good-bye nearly as strong. Hudson was beyond thankful.
The crowd parted, making way for someone who was obviously splitting them, and there was Jude. Jude, all golden and warm and . . . carrying a huge duffel bag as well as his school bag, which he dropped at his feet the second he was toe to toe with Hudson. His hair was wet, as though he’d just stepped from the shower.
“Hi.” Jude sounded uncertain.
“Hello.” Hudson leaned in for a kiss, which caused several people around them to cheer, whoop, and whistle when Jude deepened it.
“I got home ten minutes ago,” Jude whispered against Hudson’s lips.
“Room for one more?”
“Can I come with?” Jude spoke slower that time, as if Hudson needed help understanding the meaning.
“What about all your class work?” Maybe Jude needed to speak even slower.
“I was in the library all night. Breaking laws. Sneaking around to avoid security. I’m not done with my assignments, but fuck it. I’ll work on ’em while we’re gone. I have a few more days to get my big project turned in. So let’s go!”
“But . . .why?” Hudson’s heart clenched at the kindness of this gesture.
“I’m not letting you do this alone.”
“But graduation . . .”
“I’ll have to work while you drive, but I can do this thanks to how much I got done last night,” Jude said with conviction. “So, are you ready to get on the road?”
Hudson pressed his smiling lips to Jude’s and whispered, “I am now.”
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Posy's favorite things:
- Favorite flavor Starburst? Pink! Whatever flavor that is.
- Favorite donut? Old Fashioned
- Favorite vegetable? Cucumbers
- Favorite dessert? Lemon bars or my mom’s carrot bars with cream cheese frosting
- Favorite flavor coffee? Highlander Grog
- Favorite 80's movie? The Breakfast Club
- Favorite band? Panic! At the Disco
- Favorite state you’ve visited? Oregon. If I retire anywhere away from the Midwest, that’s where I’ll go.
- Favorite country you want to visit? Sweden. I want to see where my ancestors came from. I’d add in Norway as well.
- Favorite kind of vacation? Leisurely. Not rushing to meet deadlines but one where I can truly take in the feel of a city and get to know the locals.
- Favorite car? VW camper/bus. A Kombi.
- Favorite road to drive on? I love the wide, flat expanses of North Dakota roads, but there’s a little backroad in Minnesota I used to drive each day with curves and valleys. It’s a gorgeous drive in all the seasons.
- Favorite way to travel? I love the freedom of a car.
- Favorite place to go with family? The apple orchard in the fall. The scents, the sights, and the tastes. We live in apple country, so it’s an afternoon of fun.
- Favorite breed of dog? Cavalier King Chares Spaniel. I have one and she’s the best dog I’ve ever had. Sweet, smart, and friendly. Same dog as Lulu from North Star.
- Favorite season? Spring with Autumn following a close second. Sadly, these seasons last about a day in Minnesota. Haha.
- Favorite flower? I love bulbs of all sorts. It’s amazing that an ugly root you plant in the ground in the fall can grow into something so lovely the next year.
- Favorite thing about a rainy day? The scent of petrichor, the muted patter, and the cozy way it makes me feel.
- Favorite childhood memory? Sitting on my dad’s lap while he watched the game on TV. He’d let me sit there for hours. I’d palm his whiskers and watch him swallow and compare his huge hands to my little one. And he smelled amazing. He died when I was five.
- Favorite thing about school? I truly loved learning new stuff all the time. I’ve joked often about how I’m a perpetual student.
- Favorite game to play outside? Kickball. I loved kickball with a passion as a kid. When I moved on to baseball/softball, it was never the same.
- Favorite article of clothing? Long, flowy dresses or skirts. They’re comfy and essentially feel like pajamas. But please, can they have pockets?
- Favorite day of the week? Tuesdays. Because, Tacos!
- Favorite way to communicate? Face-to-face in an intimate setting where I can really get to know a person.
About the author:
She wanted to read about men falling in love with each other. She wanted to explore beyond the happily ever after and see characters navigate the unpredictability of life. So Posy sat down at her keyboard to write the books she wanted to read.
Her stories have been USA Today’s “Happily Ever After” Must-Reads and Rainbow Award finalists. When she’s not writing, she’s spending time with her family and friends and doing anything possible to get out of grocery shopping and cooking.
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