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[Guest post] Seven Days by Cristina Bruni

Hi everybody!

First of all, I’d like to say a big “Thank you” to my beloved friend Erin (I love you, dear <3) for hosting me on her site and giving me the opportunity to chat with you a little about my new book, “Seven Days”.

My novel will be released tomorrow,  Jan 28 by JMS Books. It is a contemporary M/M novel with a sports (golf) setting.


Now, let’s start with the blurb:

During a golf tournament in Virginia, American golfer Reggie Weston meets Russell Lee, the British former world champion in the sport. The two men hit it off when Russell takes Reggie under his wing, teaching him the tricks of the game.

As their friendship deepens, Reggie finds himself falling in love with the Englishman, though he knows Russell doesn’t feel the same. He’s painfully aware of the fact that Russell isn’t gay.

But there’s more to Russell than meets the eye. He’s a troubled soul, plagued by monsters in his head telling him who he should be. He’s spent most of his life hiding his sexuality from the world so he won’t disappoint his homophobic mother.

Is seven days enough time for Russell to break through the years of hurt and accept the new direction fate has in store for him and Reggie?”


Do you find it interesting? I really hope so! J

Now, let’s get deeply talking about myself and my book. I’ve been writing fanfictions for many years (I was deeply in love with fandoms like Sherlock BBC, Hornblower, Midsomer Murders…), then I’ve been given the opportunity to write an ebook about Sherlock Holmes for an Italian erotic publisher. So, I took that opportunity and, since then, I’m writing M/M novels.

Now, I decided to look abroad and… well, I must confess I’m scared to death!

I chose this particular book (Thanks, JMS Books, by the way!) to begin my adventure abroad because it is the novel I love the most among my publications. That’s because Reggie Weston is very similar to me. He’s insecure, but talented. He needs the love of another person to finally blossom.

I wrote Reggie and Russell’s story ‘cause I’m madly in love with golf. This is not among the favorite sports in Italy, so I wanted people to know how beautiful it is, how much I enjoy (yes, I’m a golf player, too) challenging myself and nature on the course. It is a very relaxing, but also a very challenging sport. Give it a try, if you haven’t yet.

Reggie and Russell’s story is a sweet, fresh one. Reggie’s a rookie, Russell (his idol) is a British former champion, nine years older. One is gay, the other is apparently het. Their first meeting is… well, a hell for Reggie, but the two of them are in the field of the same tournament, so they bump into each other again, with Russell apologizing for having been such an asshole the first time. The two men hit it off when Russell takes Reggie under his wing, teaching him the tricks of the game.

Soon, Reggie can’t help himself from falling in love with the British man, believing he has no chance.

But he doesn’t know that Russell is actually gay, and has spent most of his life hiding his sexuality from the world so he won’t disappoint his homophobic mother.

If you love music as much as I do, you can follow along Reggie and Russell story playing this playlist I made on YouTube:

Now, I leave you with an exclusive excerpt. I hope you’ll enjoy it:


“Look at me, Reggie. I’m thirty-one, I should be a grown man. I should be an adult, instead…I realize now that I failed. I did everything wrong. I’m alone, without love.”

Russell’s voice faded in a desperate wheeze, his gaze far away again.

Reggie bit his lower lip. A monster was slowly starting to scream in his head: it was that desire, that deep need to show Russell all the affection he was feeling.

“That’s not true,” he whispered.

What Reggie said shook Russell from his disconsolate lethargy. “What?”

Shut up.

“It’s not true that you don’t have love…”

Shut up, idiot. Don’t ruin everything by saying what you feel out loud.

“You have me. I love you.”

Close your fucking mouth.

His heart had replaced his brain, driving his mouth to mutiny.

Reggie immediately regretted what he said. Russell couldn’t love him, and there was nothing he could do about it. What relief could his crazy love declaration bring to his soul? Could he really believe it was powerful enough to win against a monster?

Russell opened his eyes wide, surprise written clearly on his face. He stared at Reggie so intently, it made Reggie tremble. Russell had such an enigmatic expression that Reggie couldn’t guess what he was feeling. Disgust? Repugnance?

Fun? Pleasure?

He swallowed.

Then the Englishman came closer. Reggie trembled.

He felt Russell’s hand on his hip as the man pulled him into a sweet but strong hold. A moment later, Russell’s lips were on his.

He was in heaven.

He kept his eyes open and his arms up, overwhelmed by a tornado of emotions and amazement, until he felt Russell’s tongue licking his lips and pressing on them, asking for permission to enter. He grabbed at Russell, letting himself go, almost as if Russell was an anchor and he a boat at risk of going adrift.

They ended up against the door as Reggie greedily answered the kiss, his hands caressing Russell’s back. He could feel the muscles under Russell’s polo shirt. He dared—a hand slipped under the shirt, finding soft skin.

God, it was an incredible emotion, an ecstasy. Russell’s tongue was making love with his mouth,

exploring it, dancing with his. A languid pleasure moan escaped him as he thought about what that tongue could do somewhere else. He loudly moaned Russell’s name, arching his back and rubbing his pelvis again the Englishman’s. He found Russell just as excited as he was himself.

And then, something broke.

Russell suddenly moved away from him, pushing him harshly against the door.

The feeling of emptiness made Reggie’s head turn. He stared into Russell’s eyes, a few inches from his own. Russell was gasping, but not with excitement. It was something else.

It was fear.

“This was what you wanted, right? Since the first time we met in that pub…”

Reggie looked at him, puzzled. “Yes. No. I mean…”

He felt confused. They both were.

“Well, I’m sorry, but I’m not like you.” Russell gave a hoarse cry after pronouncing these words and pointed his finger at Reggie. “I can’t give you what you want.”


He teetered, he felt his legs giving way as nausea assaulted him.

What have I done?

Just a moment before he was flying high in the sky in the shining heavens, a light breeze ruffling his hair and soft clouds tickling his skin. Then his wings were burning and, his skin in flames, eyes blinded with smoke, soul full of pain, he came crashing on the ground.

Reggie couldn’t speak. His lips seemed to have been turned to stone, unable to open to utter even the smallest sound.

But if he thought that was the worst, he was wrong. Russell suddenly became rigid and couldn’t look in

Reggie’s direction. “Get out of my life,” he growled.

It was like Reggie had been stabbed in his heart. The pain was so intense, it kept him from breathing, from speaking.

From living.

He couldn’t react—he was a powerless spectator, watching the most beautiful thing in his life crash before his eyes under the evil power of his own life.

Please, don’t send me away…

“I…please, don’t…” Reggie tried to say, but Russell killed any argument.

“Get lost!” the Englishman thundered, so loud it made him jump.

Reggie lowered his eyes and slowly nodded. He knew when to recognize defeat. “As you wish.”

He put a hand on the door handle and pushed it down.

The Virginia sun hit him, inviting him to follow it outside.

He left the room, and Russell let him go.”


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Well, that’s all for know. Hope you’ll enjoy my two golf boys! Thanks again, Erin <3

Hugs & kisses,



Good luck, Cristina! <3 

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  • Cristina Bruni

    27 Gennaio 2017 at 19:11

    Thank you, my dear❤️

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