J.H. Trumble, Kensington Press

With Just Between Us, J.H. Trumble Scores A Hat Trick



“Every relationship has at least one really good day. What I mean is, no matter how sour things go, there’s always that day. That day is always in your possession. That’s the day you remember. You get old and you think: well, at least I had that day. It happened once. You think all the variables might just line up again. But they don’t. Not always.” –Charles Baxter



Just Between Us is J.H. Trumble’s third novel. It re-acquaints us with Luke Chesser, who we met in her first novel Don’t Let Me Go. So many times I have loved a book by a new author desperately. I have awaited the next book and the next with heretofore unknown levels of anticipation only to be heartbroken by the disappointment when the follow up books don’t live up to the standards set in the debut. This is NOT the case with J.H. Trumble. All three of her novels have maintained the quality level of writing, editing and publishing that the first book established. Trumble is a genius. She doesn’t crank out a book every month or two, but when she does release one, you can count on a deeply moving story that will stay with you. A story that will make you feel things deeply and cry and laugh along with the characters she creates.
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J.H. Trumble

Just Between Us, JH Trumble Is Here With An Interview And Giveaway!





TNA: Hi, Janet, thanks so much for being here with us today. Why don’t we start out with you telling us a little bit about yourself?

JHT: I’m utterly boring and alternate between being a hopeless procrastinator and positively driven. (You might want to skip this question. :) )

TNA: Was there someone who inspired and encouraged you to begin writing creatively?

JHT: Not directly. I’ve been a reader since I was a little girl, and I’ve always admired authors and their ability to enchant and enthrall and rip your heart out and keep you up at night. I wanted to do that too. I studied creative writing in college, did a little writing for my university’s review and my local newspaper. It took me a long time, though, to take the plunge and pen a complete novel.

TNA: Why did you start writing M/M romance?

JHT: The first novel I ever read featuring a gay character was James Howe’s Totally Joe. I so adored that middle grade book that I set out to read every LGBT YA book I could get my hands on. And there are some terrific ones out there. But I felt like something was missing. So I decided to write a story that I didn’t think had been written yet, the story that I really wanted to read. It evolved and I found myself drawing on all kinds of experiences that I’d had and tragedies that I knew of. I never dreamed it would be published. And then I fell in love with the characters and just kept going. I wanted to find out what happened to Luke, and then Robert. My novels were actually written in that order—Don’t Let Me Go, Just Between Us, and then Where You Are. But they were not published in that order. Just Between Us took a little longer to become.

TNA: How are you doing now that your son is away at school? Are you settling into a new routine?

JHT: He told me recently I was clogging up his Facebook newsfeed with my comments on his posts and tags. The brat! Letting go is hard. As for a new routine, the beginning of every school year is a crazy time for us. I still have a 16-year-old daughter at home who’s just starting driving. I do hope to settle into a routine soon, though, and get a new book off the ground. Getting my son ready to leave for college and all the anxiety that came with that (mine, not his) completely consumed my spring and summer. As I’m writing this, I’m watching the Longhorn Band’s pregame performance and trying to spot him on the field!

TNA: What is the perfect writing atmosphere for you?

JHT: Quiet, early morning, when the house is cold and my brain is firing on all pistons. Sometimes I listen to music; sometimes I don’t. Sometimes the TV is on; sometimes it’s off. But I always do my best work in the early morning hours before anyone is up. I pour a cup of coffee that usually goes cold before I drink it, turn on a small heater at my feet, and lose myself in the story. But even when I quit writing for the day, I’m always thinking and jotting down notes.

TNA: Many of your characters are in their late teens and early twenties. What is it that draws you to characters in this period of their personal growth?

JHT: Older teens are right on the cusp of adulthood, yet they are not yet independent, and their parents still wield considerable power. It makes for some interesting power struggles. I write parents (the good ones) the way I want to be.

Also, some of the neatest couples I know were high school sweethearts. I think that’s such a romantic thing—to meet young and grow up together. I just believe that teenagers are capable of so much more than we often give them credit for.

TNA: The photos on your book covers are all beautiful. How much input do you have in the design of them? Do you have a favorite photographer?

JHT: They are beautiful, thank you. I had very little input. My editor and a cover designer chose the covers. I didn’t see any of them until they were a done deal.

TNA: Have you ever seen a particularly sexy photograph and knew you had to write a book based on that picture? If so, which book(s)?

JHT: Not photos, but I am often influenced by people that I find interesting. Nate and Adam were influenced by Nate Berkus and Adam Lambert. I always intended to change their names, but they became their own people and they were just Nate Schaper and Adam Jefferies to me and that was that. Luke and Robert were both influenced by young men in my son’s marching band. I didn’t know either of them—just names and what I observed, but I found them fascinating. Danial was influenced by a young man I knew when he was a 7th grader, long grown now, but one of the neatest kids I ever met. Andrew was more of a compilation of a couple of really cool teachers I know. Curtis was completely original, though, to me, he looks a lot like Daniel Tosh.

TNA: In Where You Are you wrote about a really controversial topic. What was your motivation in that? Also, you have a son who was close to Robert’s age. Did you find yourself putting Danny in Robert’s shoes and experiencing how a mother might feel in the situation?

JHT: I’ve been asked that question before—what if it were my own son. By the second semester of his senior year, my son was very much a grown man. If he’d met someone six years older, I’d certainly have been concerned, but I doubt I would have had much influence on the relationship. While he is still financially dependent on me, he’s very much his own man.

As to your first question—my motivation for writing Where You Are—that’s kind of complicated. I guess the idea originated with a lawyer friend of mine who met his wife in high school. He was a first year history teacher and she was a senior cheerleader. About a month after she graduated, he asked her out. They recently welcomed their third grandchild. That’s the first part. The second part is that public school is an environment I know well, including the scandals that pop up from time to time, and the harsh Texas law that makes felons out of consenting adults. I wanted to blend the two. I wanted to write about a good person, a good teacher, and a relationship that simply launched too soon. I wanted to know under what circumstances someone like that would cross that line between student and teacher. I find nothing shocking about Andrew and Robert’s relationship except for the fact that for four more months, they were student and teacher.

There are quite a few books out there exploring predator/victim relationships. This is not that book. Nevertheless, I knew from the get-go that there had to be consequences.

TNA: In your new book, Just Between Us, you again take on controversial subject matter. I think it is courageous of you to do that. Do you feel it makes you more vulnerable to criticism?

JHT: Perhaps. I don’t know. I don’t think about whether or not my books will be controversial when I tackle a topic. I just want to explore difficult relationships and the heroics that keep them together. With Just Between Us I wanted to write about stigma and I wanted to give Luke a chance to prove his mettle. I didn’t even know when I started the novel that Curtis would be diagnosed with HIV. It was several rewrites later when I finally knew what was really going on. His earlier ailments just didn’t have the kind of gravity I needed for the story.

The idea came from my own experiences. When I met my late husband, I already knew from friends that he didn’t have many more years to live. He was just 27 when he was diagnosed. When it came to relationships, many considered him a Dead Man Walking. I saw how the stigma of terminal cancer affected him. That’s what I wanted to write about—the humanity of someone who is dealing with a devastating diagnosis. I chose HIV because I don’t think there’s a disease with a greater stigma, and ultimately I wanted Curtis to live.

TNA: You keep a relatively low profile in social media. Do you feel one way or the other about your low profile in comparison to other authors who maintain an extensive on-line presence?

JHT: How do they do that? I always ALWAYS feel like I should be doing more. At the same time, I want to just shut out the world and focus on my writing. I’m fairly introverted, pretty awkward socially, and easily overwhelmed by the demands of social media, so I hope fans will forgive me. But I always respond when readers reach out to me. I appreciate them so much for reading my books and for sharing their thoughts with me. It makes all that time I spend alone in front of my computer so worthwhile.

TNA: Of all the characters you’ve created, do you have a favorite? If so, who and why?

JHT: I hurt for Nate. I adore Adam’s openness and loyalty. I feel Robert’s longing and Andrew’s passion. I admire Luke’s courage, and I want to see Curtis live and love until he’s an old man. They are all my favorites!

TNA: How would you describe your sense of humor? What makes you laugh?

JHT: I definitely have a funny bone. I hope it shows through in my books. I used to follow a blog called Gossip Candy that had me rolling on the floor, my eyes streaming, day after day. She’d post these hilarious gifs and add conversation bubbles to photos. It’s down now (I miss it!) but that blog definitely influenced my writing in Don’t Let Me Go. I don’t know. Silly things make me lose it. Kids are great source of hilarity. I’ll get the giggles and sometimes it’s hard to stop.

TNA: Do you have a favorite literary character? If so, who and why?

JHT: No favorite that I can point to.

TNA: You publish through one of the large New York traditional publishers, Kensington. They aren’t known for their LGBT presence. How did this relationship come about?

JHT: Kenginston is the largest independent publisher in the U.S., I believe. My agent pitched Don’t Let Me Go to Peter Senftleben at Kensington. He loved it, helped me clean it up. And the rest is history.

TNA: Would you care to share a little bit of information on any of your current WIPs?

JHT: I have a couple of projects I’ve been playing around with, but I haven’t settled on anything yet. I feel very committed to writing gay characters, though, so I’m sure there will be more to come.
Where can readers find you on the internet?

I do maintain (and I use that word loosely) a website and blog at http://www.jhtrumble.com and readers can find me on Facebook and Twitter. I’m terrible about updates, though. I’m just not that interesting.

TNA: Would you like share an excerpt from Just Between Us with us?

JHT: Sure! Here you go:

Excerpt from Just Between Us

Curtis takes an HIV test

Curtis

By Wednesday morning, there’s no denying I’m run down. I’m achy, tired. The fever is in its fourth day, and I promised Dad. I make an appointment at the health center for late morning. Maybe I can get a vitamin shot or at least some assurance that this fever has just about run its course.

The health center is located on the far side of campus from my dorm room, but it’s a short walk from my ten o’clock class.

A heavy-set woman with graying hair pinned in an old-fashioned bun calls me back and directs me to a treatment room. She smiles as she closes the door behind us and asks me to step on the scale. “We’re seeing a lot of flu right now. Happens every fall.” She notes my weight—162. I step off the scale and take a seat on the treatment table as she pulls a cuff from the wall. My hands tremble. Doctors’ offices always do that to me. Maybe that’s natural, or maybe it’s a throwback from my head injury when I was a kid.

“Just relax,” the nurse says as she wraps the blood pressure cuff around my arm. She places a stethoscope on the inside of my elbow and pumps up the cuff. “You’re warm. How long have you been running a fever?”

“About four days.”

“One twenty-two over eighty-four,” she says, releasing the air from the cuff. “A little high, but understandable.” She wraps up the cuff and places it back in the plastic holder on the wall, then takes my temperature. “Are you taking anything for the fever?”

“Tylenol.”

“When did you last take it?”

“A couple of hours ago.”

She notes everything on the computer, then pats my leg and tells me the doctor will be in shortly.

I check the time on my phone: 11:32. Luke is probably having lunch right now. I wonder who he’s sitting with. Jackson? Spencer? Phoebe? I make a mental note to ask him. And then I think about our second first date. I wonder if he dances. I imagine holding him close in some dance hall, whispering in his ear, nuzzling his ear, kissing his ear. Breathing in the great peppermint smell that always wafts from his skin. Soon, Luke.

I scan the pamphlets tucked in an acrylic display case hanging on the wall—Alcohol and Substance Abuse, Depression and Suicide, Eating Disorders, Stress, Prescription Medication, STDs . . . . I look at my phone again and think about texting Dad to let him know I’m okay.

A firm, quick knock on the door. “Curtis,” the doctor says, stepping in. He reaches for my hand. “I’m Dr. Nguyen. So, I understand you’ve been running a fever,” he says, checking the nurse’s notes. “Let’s have a look.” He feels the glands around my neck, then checks my throat, my eyes, my ears. “Cameron. Hmm. I went to UT with a Cameron. Derrick. We called him DC. Any relation?”

“That’s my dad.”

“No kidding? Small world, huh? How’s he doing? I haven’t seen him in years. Is he designing skyscrapers?”

“Mostly bridges and roads.”

“Yeah? And what about your mom? How’s she doing?”

“She died when I was a baby.”

He studies my face. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know.” He presses a stethoscope to my back and chest.

“Chills? Body aches?” I nod. “Well, I’d say you’ve got the flu. Your chest sounds a little rattley, so I’m going to go ahead and start you on some antibiotics just in case you’re working on a secondary infection here—we’ve been seeing some cases of pneumonia already—but I suspect this flu’s about run its course. You should be feeling much better in a few days in any case.”

“No blood test?” I ask.

He scoots his stool over to the computer. “Any reason why you think you need one?” He taps out some notes on the keyboard.

I take a deep breath to steady myself. “I thought maybe you could test for HIV while I’m here. It’s just, I’ve never had one, and I thought it would be a good idea.”

“Sure. No problem. We generally do that with a mouth swab though. We can have results in about twenty minutes.”

“Okay. Great.”

“I wish all our students would get tested. It should be part of everyone’s routine health screening.” He stands and reaches for my hand again. “Let me get the nurse back in here. Be sure and tell your dad hello for me.”

“I will.”

He’s not planning to come back in again. I take that as a good sign. Routine test. Routine results.

I hadn’t actually considered asking for an HIV test until I did. But I’m relieved to get this out of the way. Twenty minutes. I expected to have to wait weeks. I breathe a little easier knowing that in twenty minutes, I can take off that emergency brake and move on with my life. Because I’ve got some making up to do to a cute, blond, high school kid next weekend.

“All right,” the nurse says, coming through the door with a small package from which she removes a plastic stick with a pad on one end. “This will only take a second.”

I open my mouth so she can swab my outer gums on top and on bottom. “That’s it.” She drops the swab in a vial with some liquid and gives me a reassuring smile. “Can I bring you some magazines to read while you wait?”

“No, I’m fine. Thanks.”

I check the time again: 11:50. If I text now, I might catch him before he heads back to class. Still running a fever, but antibiotics ordered. I intend to collect on that rain check soon. I miss you.
I stare at that last sentence for a moment. It’s funny . . . telling him I miss him seems like more of a declaration than a kiss or a rain check. But I know he’ll like that. And it’s true. I’m smiling to myself when I press Send.

In a moment, he texts back. Spencer just asked what I’m smiling about. J I miss you too. After game Friday?

Can’t. Have my own game. Drum major coaching on Saturday?

Drum major coaching—riiight. Ha ha. I appear to have some deficits. Be prepared for some intense one-on-one instruction.

One-on one-instruction, huh? The flirt. I’m still sitting on the treatment table, smiling down at the screen, when there’s a knock, and Dr. Nguyen steps back into the room. Despite the fever, my skin goes cold. He takes the stool and swivels to face me, then clasps his hands in his lap and studies them for a moment.

My eyes blur. Please. No. Tell me I’ve got pneumonia. Tell me I’ve got herpes. Anything. Just—just not this.

He lifts his eyes to mine. “The HIV test came back positive, Curtis.”

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Many thanks to JH Trumble for taking the time out of her writing schedule to be here with us at The Novel Approach today.

THIS CONTEST IS NOW CLOSED

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2012 – A Year In Reviews

Well, it’s that time of year again, the time of year when we all wonder where the days and weeks and months have gone, the time to reflect on some of the great books we’ve read throughout the year, the time of year I scratch my head and wonder if I’ll ever live long enough to read all the books I want to read (The answer? Pfft. No.), the time of year I wonder how the flip I manage to read as many books as I do in an entire year, and then wonder how I’m supposed to compile a list of favorites that doesn’t include more books than some people read in a year’s time. Top Ten? Piffles. I can barely pick the top ten in a single sub-genre, let along manage it for an across the board list. So, do I get a little creative in my selection methods? Probably. Is it honest? Definitely. Do I feel badly for leaving some amazing books off my list? Certainly. But I have to draw the line somewhere. ::sighs:: And for that I apologize to all the very deserving authors out there who should be recognized and celebrated for their brilliant work.

Quite a few of the books that made my list this year weren’t even published in 2012; that’s just when I finally got around to reading them. ::slow:: There is one book, however, that was published in 2012 that has managed to make me do something I’ve never been able to do in three years of putting together a year in reviews list: name a top pick for Best Book of the Year. Yep, that’s a first for me.

And since I’m always looking for the “next great read”, if there are books you’ve read this year that didn’t make my list, leave a comment and share so I can add it to my ginormous reading pile. :)

So, without further ado, here’s my list of Favorite Books of 2012:

Category One: Best Contemporary by a New To Me author

1. Shattered Glass by Dani Alexander
2. A Reason to Believe by Diana Copland
3. Aaron by J.P. Barnaby

*Honorable Mention: Inertia and Acceleration by Amelia C. Gormley*

Category Two: Best Contemporary by a Favorite Author
1. Armed & Dangerous by Abigail Roux
2. Sidecar by Amy Lane
3. Acrobat by Mary Calmes

*Honorable Mention: The Rare Event by P.D. Singer and One Small Thing by Piper Vaughn and M.J. O’Shea*

Category Three: Best Historical – 20th Century
1. Skybound by Aleksandr Voinov
2. Protection by S.A. Reid
3. Roses in the Devil’s Garden by Charlie Cochet

*Honorable Mention: Into Deep Waters by Kaje Harper

Category Four: Best Historical – 19th Century or earlier
1. As Meat Loves Salt by Maria McCann
2. When the Music Stops by John T. Fuller
3. The Affair of the Porcelain Dog by Jess Faraday

*Honorable Mention – His Client by Ava March

Category Five:Best Young Adult/Coming of Age (Contemporary)
1. End of the Innocence by John Goode
2. Don’t Let Me Go by J.H. Trimble
3. How to Repair a Mechanical Heart by J.C. Lillis

*Honorable Mention – Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe by Benjamin Alire Saenz*

Category Six:Best Young Adult/Coming of Age (Fantasy and/or Historical)
1. The 7th of London by Beau Schemery
2. The Winter Garden and Other Stories by Hayden Thorne
3. (In)visible by Anyta Sunday

Category Seven:Best AU/UF/Fantasy
1. Infected: Shift by Andrea Speed
2. Mnevermind 1: The Persistence of Memory by Jordan Castillo Price
3. A Token of Time by Ethan Day

*Honorable Mention: Irregulars by Nicole Kimberling, Josh Lanyon, Ginn Hale & Astrid Amara*

Category EightBest Short Stories/Novelettes – All Sub-Genres
1. Clouds’ Illusions by Hayden Thorne
2. Bounty Hunter by Cornelia Grey
3. Zones by Elyan Smith
4. Portside by Elyan Smith
5. The War at the End of the World by Heidi Belleau and Violetta Vane
6. Same Time Next Year by Eden Winters
7. Tinsel and Frost by Eden Winters
8. Oscar’s Soul by Missy Welch
9. Singing Alone by Jennifer Cierra
10. The View from 16 Podwale Street by Paul Alan Fahey

Category Nine: Best LGBT Non-Romance
1. Fontana by Joshua Martino
2. The Infernal Republic by Marshall Moore

Category Ten: Best Series – AU/Fantasy
1. The Wolf’s-own Series by Carole Cummings
2. The Rifter Series by Ginn Hale
3. The Infected Series by Andrea Speed

Category Eleven:Best Series – Mystery/Suspense
1. The Cut & Run Series by Abigail Roux
2. The Cole McGinnis Mysteries Series by Rhys Ford
3. The Romano and Albright Series by L.B. Gregg

Category Twelve: Best Series – Erotic/Kink/BDSM
1. The Dark Soul Series by Aleksandr Voinov
2. The Bound Series by Ava March

Category Thirteen Best Series – Contemporary
Tied for First place: (Seriously, I can’t choose)
1. The St. Nacho’s Series by Z.A. Maxfield
1. The Johnnies Series by Amy Lane
1. The A Matter of Time Series by Mary Calmes
1. The Tales From Foster High Series by John Goode



And now….




Finally, it comes down to my choice for Best Book of 2012, which goes to the brilliant and beautiful King Perry by Edmond Manning. I can say, with all honesty, I’ve never read a book quite like it in my entire life. Simply put, it is the reason I read and read and read, because every so often I find a book that leaves me both speechless and wanting to shout its praises from the rooftops at the same time. If you haven’t read it yet, do. Soon. Like maybe right now, soon. :)


Now it’s time to get to work on adding to my list for next year!

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Don’t Let Me Go by J.H. Trumble

“But speechless was our love, and with veils has it been veiled. Yet now it cries aloud unto you, and would stand revealed before you. And ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.” – Kahlil Gibran

Praising a book I’ve loved isn’t really so hard for me. The hard part is knowing exactly how and where to start, and never before have I been in a situation where I’ve felt I have an unfair advantage because my thoughts and feelings about the book have been, not influenced or altered by the author, but have been supported and enlightened by the rare opportunity I had to discuss with her the characters and their motivations, as well as being able to ask why she chose to write the ending the way she did.

Don’t Let Me Go is a book that required a lot of hand-holding for me, for which I owe a huge thank you to Isabel, who cheered me on and talked me off the ledge when I thought the vice grip around my heart was going to cause the poor pitiful thing to burst like an overinflated balloon.

This is not an easy story to get through. There is angst and conflict, heartbreak and hope, anger and betrayal, misunderstanding and hurt, damnation and redemption, destruction and recovery, judgment and forgiveness and finally, healing. Nate Schaper and Adam Jeffries’ love is tested by a brutal crime, a crime which I discovered was loosely based upon an actual hate crime with far more tragic results, and though that love withstands the horrific aftermath of that violence, it survives only to be tested again and again, by bitter regret and insecurity, by a distance of miles that causes a distancing of emotions, by a blatant manipulation that severs what should’ve been an unbreakable bond, and in the end, by a misguided farewell that eviscerates their relationship and leaves it hemorrhaging its lifeblood all over a future that never had a chance to become.

Nate and Adam were a couple for the ages, a love story to end all love stories, until a chapter of their romance rewrote itself and rather than happily-ever-after, they became yet another tragic ending, overwhelmed by the weight of expectations and the burden of miscommunication. Where there ought to have been trust there was doubt and where that doubt was allowed to fester, it thrived, and just when it seemed they’d put paid to all the misunderstandings, Nate himself put the final exclamation point on how far adrift he and Adam had gone.

But where there is love, there is also the opportunity for salvation, and there is a point where letting go is all you can do in order to gain a new fingerhold on your life and to claw your way up from the abyss that had once been bridged by your faith in forever. This is a story where letting go doesn’t mean giving up; it means surrendering to the knowledge that you can’t change what has been but you can influence what is to come by embracing that faith once again, by owning the mistakes that’ve been made, and by seeking forgiveness for them at the same time. It is the knowledge that there is a pattern to every life and in order to see the picture completed, there are lines that must be connected from the past to the present, connections that had been broken that must be closed, things that had been left undone, words left unspoken.

This is a story of the strength of friendships and the immeasurable gift of unconditional support that’s not given to you for any other reason than kindness, compassion, and good still exists in the world. It is a story about not only growing up but also growing out and evolving and becoming the someone you need to be to find the peace you need to thrive.

I’m going to be perfectly honest—there are elements in this book that took me some time to wrap my head around in order to be able to accept them, but everything that happens to Nate and Adam along the way does happen for a reason. For these two young men, there truly is a time to break down, and a time to build up; a time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance; a time to keep silent, and a time to speak; a time to love, and a time to hate—every challenge they face has its purpose, even though it’s sometimes difficult to decipher and accept. Threaded through every fairy tale, there is a necessary evil. Woven into every hero’s journey there is an essential conflict. If there is no challenge to face, no dragon to slay, no obstacle to overcome, then there is no reward to be gained in the end, because there was never any danger of losing that which meant everything to you, that defines the very heart and soul of you, and that needs protecting in order for it to remain the touchstone of your existence.

I had myself prepared for a variety of different outcomes before this story ended, but I’m happiest with the one I got, though part of me wishes it never had to end at all. This is a story and these are characters I’ll not soon forget and may even revisit again someday if I’m brave enough to go through it all over again.

Buy Don’t Let Me Go HERE.

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