Title: Blood & Milk
Author: N.R. Walker
Genre: M/M Romance
Release Date: June 23, 2016
Heath Crowley is an Australian man, born with two different coloured eyes and the gift—or curse—of having premonition dreams. He also has nothing left to live for. Twelve months after having his life upended, his dreams tell him where he needs to be. So with nothing―and no one―to keep him in Sydney, he simply boards a plane for Tanzania. Not caring if he lives or dies, Heath walks into a tribe of Maasai and asks to stay. Granted permission, he leaves behind the name and heartbreak of Heath and starts over with the new Maasai name of Alé.
From the day of his birth, Damu has always been an outcast. The son of the chief and brother to the great warrior leader, Damu is reminded constantly that he’s not good enough to be considered a man in the eyes of his people. Ordered to take responsibility for Alé, Damu shares with him the ways of the Maasai, just as Alé shares with Damu the world outside the acacia thorn fence. But it’s more than just a cultural exchange. It’s about trust and acceptance, finding themselves, and a true sense of purpose.
Under the African sky on the plains of the Serengeti, Heath finds more than just a reason to live. He finds a man like no other, and a reason to love.
Lita T’s Review: 5 STARS
Blood and Milk by N R Walker This is a story like no other I have ever read. What I had read as the synopsis for this books was nothing compared to what I read. Initially when I started reading this book I was confused as to where the book was going but I read the book and as the story unfolded I was pleasantly surprised. Health was a victim of a hate crime. He and his boyfriend were attacked after a night on the town which resulted in his lover’s death. As result of the attack, death and their family’s attitude regarding their sexual identity he decides to pack up his life in Australia and moves to Africa to live among a tribe of people who live off the land. A broken man he decides to live off the grid. Once he joins this tribe he becomes the responsibility of Damu. He is the son of the Tribe leader and brother a great warrior but is an outcast within his own tribe. Thiers is a story of healing, self –discovery, courage and awakening. This story was so much more than I could have ever expected. I can say that I started this book last night and then woke up after 4 hours and picked the book back up till I finished the book this morning. This was a true story with a backbone and true meaning. This was not about the sex. It was not even about the fact it was between 2 men. This was so much more. I would love to read a sequel to this book. With this authors his/her writing is all about the journey and it is a journey that is written like no other I have read. I will be adding his/her books to my wish list. I was given an ARC of this book for an honest review. I give this book 5 stars.
Bettina A’s Review: 4 STARS
Heath Crowley has experienced something terrible, one year later that experience still haunts him. Heath dreamed to go to Tanzania and live with the Maasai people. With nothing to lose he takes a one way flight to live with the Maasai people in the Serengeti. Never seeing a white person before the Maasai people are cautious of his intentions. After being accepted by Kasisi, the diviner, after being called Kafir, Heath is told to stay with Damu. As time goes on Heath who now is called Alé, grows close to Damu. Lines are crossed and their life is at risk if anyone finds out their secret. Can Alé and Damu keep things in the dark or will someone find out what is done in the dark?
I really enjoyed this book. It was different from any other books. I could not stop reading about Heath and Damu. This book was slow and steady build up to the climax and then down hill from there. The description used in this book made me feel like I was there with Alé and Damu in the Serengeti. To look across the Plains and see the animals right along side Alé. So many times I had to hold my breath because I didn’t know what would happen when morning came. This book did not disappoint me and I am truly honored to have received this advanced copy! I would recommend this book to others. 🙂
It was twelve months on. A full year had passed, yet my world had stopped completely. The men who stole my life were charged and would serve time for their crime. No one called it a hate crime, but that’s what it was. If I was expecting some sort of finality to come with the court findings, I didn’t get it.
I was still hollow. I was still numb to the world, and I was still alone.
I was also awarded damages, civilian victim and medical.
A nice healthy sum that meant I could pay off my debts after not working for twelve months, and more. Though no amount of money would make this right. No amount of money would bring him back.
My mother came along for the final hearing, though I could only guess why. I had barely spoken two words to her in the last year. Maybe she came so she could vie for the sympathy card with her friends. Or maybe she thought she could have one last twist of the knife…
“Now it’s all over,” she said, nodding her head like her words were wise and final. “You can put all this homosexual nonsense behind you.”
I looked at my mother and smiled. I fucking smiled. I raged inside with a fury to burn the world, and maybe she saw something in my eyes―maybe it was a ferocity she’d never seen before, maybe it was madness―and my words were whisper quiet.
“You are a despicable, bitter human being, and you are a disgrace to mothers everywhere. So, when you go to your church group, instead of praying for my soul, you should be praying for yours. You have only hate and judgement in your heart, and you are doomed to an eternity in hell.” I leaned in close and sneered at her. “And I hope you fucking burn.” I stood up and stared down at her. She was pale and shocked, and I did not care. “If you think my words are cold and cruel,” I added, “I want you to know I learned them from you.”
I walked away, for the final time. I knew I’d never see her again, and I had made my peace with that.
I didn’t care for the money. I didn’t care for anything. I longed for sleep, because in my dreams, I saw him. And that night, almost one year to the day since he was gone, in our too-big bed, in our too-quiet flat, in my too-alone life, I dreamed of Jarrod.
He sat on our bed and grinned. I longed to hear his voice, just once. It’d been a year and I craved the sound of his voice, his touch. But when I reached out for him, even in my dream, as in my waking nightmares, he was gone. I sat up in our bed, reaching out for nothing but air. He was gone, really gone.
But in this dream, on the bed were he’d sat, was a plane ticket. Mr Heath Crowley, it said. One way ticket to Tanzania.
N.R. Walker is an Australian author, who loves her genre of gay romance.
She loves writing and spends far too much time doing it, but wouldn’t have it any other way.
She is many things: a mother, a wife, a sister, a writer. She has pretty, pretty boys who live in her head, who don’t let her sleep at night unless she gives them life with words.
She likes it when they do dirty, dirty things… but likes it even more when they fall in love.
She used to think having people in her head talking to her was weird, until one day she happened across other writers who told her it was normal.
She’s been writing ever since…
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