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    Purple Daze
    Purple Daze
    Purple Daze
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    Purple Daze

    By J.D. Walker

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    When Gabriel “Gabe” St. James leaves the city behind and moves to a small town with his dad, the first person he meets is Lucifer Beelzebub “Beebub” Beaumont, who becomes his best friend. Now Beebub is quite the character, loves anything purple, and is larger than life in every way. Gabe simply tries to keep up, dreading the day his partner in crime and secret love will grow up and leave him behind, breaking his heart.

    It’s many years before Beebub returns home, with scars both physical and mental. But he’s still the overly confident, arrogant person he’s always been, and expects Gabe to fall at his feet and declare undying love.

    Just the opposite happens, however.

    Both men must start over and learn who they are after all this time, and how to trust each other again. Will it be worth the trouble in the end?
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherJMS Books LLC
    Release dateSep 23, 2017
    ISBN9781634864602
    Purple Daze
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    J.D. Walker

    J.D. Walker likes to keep her stories short and sweet. A multi-published author, she is also a musician, artist, and lover of all things knit and crochet. For more information, visit lifebyjo.com/jdwalker.

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      Purple Daze - J.D. Walker

      Purple Daze

      By J.D. Walker

      Published by JMS Books LLC

      Visit jms-books.com for more information.

      Copyright 2017 J.D. Walker

      ISBN 9781634864602

      Cover Design: Written Ink Designs | written-ink.com

      Image(s) used under a Standard Royalty-Free License.

      All rights reserved.

      WARNING: This book is not transferable. It is for your own personal use. If it is sold, shared, or given away, it is an infringement of the copyright of this work and violators will be prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law.

      No portion of this book may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the publisher, with the exception of brief excerpts used for the purposes of review.

      This book is for ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY. It may contain sexually explicit scenes and graphic language which might be considered offensive by some readers. Please store your files where they cannot be accessed by minors.

      This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are solely the product of the author’s imagination and/or are used fictitiously, though reference may be made to actual historical events or existing locations. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

      Published in the United States of America.

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      Purple Daze

      By J.D. Walker

      Age 13

      When I met Beebub Beaumont on the day my dad and I moved to town, I’d just come out of a tiny grocery store, change in one hand, and two plastic bags with sandwich stuff in the other. I remember it had been a ridiculously hot summer’s day, and my thin T-shirt had been sticking to my bony chest in sweat, since the air-conditioning was on the fritz in the truck and it was just plain sweltering everywhere.

      My dad had remained in the vehicle, checking the map to make sure he knew how to get us to our new home. He’d sent me into the store to get some food to last a day or two while we got settled.

      As I walked toward the vehicle, I heard some shouts and looked up, just in time to see about six boys push a kid twice their size into the street, and he almost got hit by a car. They laughed and ran off.

      My dad leapt out of the truck and rushed over. I followed, setting the bags on the ground next to him and dropping to my knees. The boy, maybe my age or younger, had bruises on his face and a split lip. Still, he was unlike anything I’d ever seen, something that hit me in the stomach so hard, I lost my breath.

      Those eyes, such a deep rich chocolate, broadcasted shame and despair. His hair was a riot of shoulder-length light-brown curls that, though dirty and oily, framed his strong face with its too-big nose, making him look like a fallen angel of some sort. I wanted to run my fingers through—

      Gabe! my father yelled.

      I quickly came back to the present. Yeah, dad, I replied, trying not to blush.

      Go get my bag from the truck, son. He was a doctor.

      Yes, sir.

      I did as he asked, then walked to where my father had helped the kid to the sidewalk. People were milling around, whispering and pointing, but no one lifted a finger to help. I found that odd. And despicable.

      While he checked over the boy, Dad asked if anyone knew him, or where he lived.

      That’s Beebub Beaumont, a woman volunteered. His momma died some years back. Sheriff took him in, though Lord knows why she even bothers. That boy is trouble walking. Look at the size of him. Unnatural. The judgmental tone

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