Molly Reviews, Guest Post, Extended Excerpt and Giveaway: Shelter the Sea by Heidi Cullinan (The Roosevelt Book 2

Blurb:
Some heroes wear capes. Some prefer sensory sacks.

Emmet Washington has never let the world define him, even though he, his boyfriend, Jeremey, and his friends aren’t considered “real” adults because of their disabilities. When the State of Iowa restructures its mental health system and puts the independent living facility where they live in jeopardy, Emmet refuses to be forced into substandard, privatized corporate care. With the help of Jeremey and their friends, he starts a local grassroots organization and fights every step of the way.

In addition to navigating his boyfriend’s increased depression and anxiety, Emmet has to make his autistic tics acceptable to politicians and donors, and he wonders if they’re raising awareness or putting their disabilities on display. When their campaign attracts the attention of the opposition’s powerful corporate lobbyist, Emmet relies on his skill with calculations and predictions and trusts he can save the day—for himself, his friends, and everyone with disabilities.

He only hopes there isn’t a variable in his formula he’s failed to foresee.

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Review:
I loved this story. I loved seeing Emmet and Jeremey again along with their friends and family. I loved them fighting for Roosevelt House and the good of all people with disabilities. I was pulled into the story right from the beginning and couldn’t put the book down. The emotions in this book poured off the page and you felt everything with the characters.

I adored Emmet. He’s someone I can relate to very easily with his thought process and the way he looks at the world. He is logical but also sees things very differently due to his autism. He has an amazing heart and loves Jeremey deeply. You can feel that love in everything Emmet does. The way he fought the changing mental health system and wanted to be sure everyone had a place like the Roosevelt and got the care they needed was wonderful. He was passionate but his passion came from a place of love for his friends and family. I loved the scene where he sees the ocean for the first time with Jeremey. You can feel how it soothes his soul being there and watching the waves. He’s so happy by the end of the book. You can’t help but be happy with him.

Jeremey broke my heart. He struggled so much with his depression and anxiety. The scenes where he was deep in his depression were so amazingly written I got pulled in with him and had to pause reading to calm down. He came so far in the story from his majorly low starting point to so content and in love by the end. He loved Emmet through the whole story and would truly do anything to keep Emmet’s love. He struggles more with the fighting and with the public. But he also wants to help however he can and that drive helped him grow so much in the story. I loved the scene where Emmet finally reveals his surprise to Jeremey. Jeremey’s reaction is beautiful and so sweet. I love how he takes to Emmet’s surprise and uses it to his full advantage through the story.

I love Jeremey and Emmet’s friends and fellow residents. David and Darren are my favorite. Though I have a growing soft spot for Stuart. David and Darren are wonderful friends to Jeremey and Emmet. Plus they all benefit from being friends together. I desperately want to see them get their own happy ending. I have some person thoughts on who they wind up with even if I know it’s not realistic. There’s more to Stuart than initially comes across. I want to know more about him and see him get some page time as well.

Jeremey and Emmet are deeply in love at the beginning of the story. This isn’t so much a story about their relationship, though we do get to see that progress and evolve. The story is more about their fight for personhood and to be treated equally. They both grow so much and watching them blossom on page is beautiful. I loved getting to see their love grow and for them to continue to progress in the relationship. These two are wonderful together and this story is the perfect sequel to book one.
Stars:
Five

Guest Post:
Heidi stops by today to talk about am important topic from the story. Agency and self-empowerment is something many people take for granted. Her post is worth taking the time to check out. Read and enjoy!
One of the things I wanted to address in Shelter the Sea was the importance of self-empowerment and agency in the populations of residents such as those who live in The Roosevelt. I wanted to show them having not only further adventures but to allow them to take on their own challenges and battle them head on. To face hardships and triumphs, to problem-solve, to form their own communities—all the joys and dignities able-bodied people take for granted which people with disabilities are all too often denied, usually by able-bodied people who don’t believe people with disabilities are qualified to make those decisions for themselves. Without consciously meaning to most of the time, able-bodied people often write persons with disabilities off as less-than, as a separate class of human.

The Roosevelt books are coming of age novels and new adult as much as they are stories of the residents’ adventures in romance, and I wanted to give Emmet and Jeremey and the Roosevelt Blues Brothers an opportunity to explore the unique challenges they face because of their disabilities when attempting to take on the world as truly new adults. I wanted to let them struggle, to strive, to win, to lose, to love, to fear, to do all the things you do when you take your first steps into adulthood. They’re taking on a significant challenge—several of them, in fact, all at once—but I always believed they were capable of making the best of their situation, whether the world believed in them or not.

It’s always my hope when I write The Roosevelt books that I do a good job representing persons with disabilities, and I do my best to research, to consult others, and to double and triple check everything I put on the page. Even so, I’m can’t accurately represent everyone’s experience, and despite the help I received from others, I may still end up misrepresenting something or someone important; and if this is the case, the fault is all mine, not those who helped me, and I apologize in advance.

Extended Excerpt:
I gave Darren a tour of our apartment with Emmet, showing him where everything was, making sure he knew he was welcome to anything he needed. “I put fresh sheets on the bed, folded the way you like them. I remember how, I think, from when we were roommates. If they aren’t right, I know you’ll fix them, but I tried to get them close.”

Darren smiled, his nostrils flaring. He signed thank you—it was his kind of signing, which I don’t know a lot of, but I knew the Darren thank-you sign.

“You’re welcome.” I gestured to the room. “I put towels on the bed too, for when you want to take a shower. Emmet will give you a tour of the bathroom, because he has more rules about how it should be used. But there aren’t any rules about my room. I put all my things away so it wouldn’t be cluttered. Emmet helped me autism-proof it, but if something bothers you, don’t hesitate to tuck it into the closet or whatever you need to do. You know me. I’m not going to mind.”

Darren stood still for a long second, no reaction, no movement. Then he signed, his gestures quick and jerky, his body rocking as he punctuated each hand flick with a soft moan.

He must have been speaking to Emmet, because Emmet answered in the same sign. He seemed a little flustered to me, but I didn’t know why. Eventually he turned to me, his gaze fixed on my shoulder. “Darren would like to hug you. I told him it was okay so long as it wasn’t a boyfriend hug.”

I blinked, first at Emmet, then at Darren. But Darren doesn’t hug anyone, I wanted to say, though of course I didn’t. I only nodded. “Sure.” Then I stood still while I waited to experience a Darren hug.

I tried to think if Darren had even touched me before, outside of accidental brushes of hands as we’d exchanged objects or passed each other in hallways. I couldn’t think of any instance where that had happened. He was so touch averse, worse than Emmet. I wondered what I had said that had made him want to hug me, and why.

He approached me slowly, someone working up to a challenge. Darren was almost as tall as me, if he stood straight, which he normally didn’t. Normally he didn’t stand at all, preferring to sit on a couch or in a chair. Now he was before me, as if he were about to take me in his arms and lead me in a waltz, and I felt flustered. Darren was handsome, with dark hair and a pretty face, with sweet eyes. It was easy for people to not notice, to only see the external expressions of his disability, the way his body folded in on itself, the way it flattened him out and made him seem different than people on the mean. Right now, though, all I saw was a handsome young man, and I understood why Emmet had been unwilling to say yes.

Darren opened his arms and wrapped them around me like a vise. I couldn’t hug him back, because my arms were trapped, pressed against my chest and rendered useless. His grip was rigid, controlling every element of the hug. If it were Emmet hugging me, or someone on the staff, or David, I’d have put my head on their chest and relaxed into the embrace. Something told me not to do this with Darren. It occurred to me his pinning my arms hadn’t been an accident. For Darren hugging me meant just that, him hugging me and not the reverse. He could pin me, but not me him.

So this was a Darren hug. I’d never seen this before, let alone experienced it. I had a feeling few people had. I went soft inside, letting the privilege of my initiation sink in.

When he released me, he didn’t look at me, but I smiled at him, biting at the side of my lip. “Thanks, Darren.”

He made a thanks sign at me, and then he went into my room and closed the door.

Emmet hadn’t shown him the bathroom, which I worried would be a problem. But Emmet took my hand and led me into our bedroom. Immediately he drew me into his arms, embracing me in his own kind of awkward, though the tension in his touch made me touch his face, kiss his cheek.

“Emmet, are you okay?”

His hands on my back gripped my shirt. “I don’t enjoy seeing other guys hold you. Even if it’s Darren, who I know only likes you as a friend. It makes me feel tight and scared inside.”

Emmet was jealous. The thought made me melt into goo as I rushed to soothe him. “Oh, Emmet. I could never love anyone but you, ever. No matter who held me.”

“I know, but it’s not fun seeing other people touch you.”

I nuzzled Emmet’s jaw—carefully, so as not to stimulate his senses in a way that would make him uncomfortable. “You can touch me now. Wherever you want to.”

“Take off your shirt, Jeremey.”

I took it off, handing it to him when I was finished. He carried it to the hamper and tucked it neatly inside. “I’ll wash it with my clothes and return it to you.”

I didn’t give a damn about my shirt, but I nodded. “Thank you.”

Emmet stared at my neck, but I knew he was also looking at my entire torso, admiring it. Thinking of what he wanted to do to it. To me. I bit my lip, the same place I had when I’d smiled at Darren, except now I wasn’t smiling, not at all. Now I was breathing long and slow, waiting for Emmet.

“Touch me,” I whispered, when I couldn’t wait any longer.

He put his hand in the center of my chest, splaying his fingers. I shut my eyes on a gasp and a breath, then opened them and watched as Emmet ran his fingers up and down, painting invisible lines across my skin with the pads of his fingers. My belly quavered, and eventually I had to clutch my fingers against the door to keep myself still for him.

“Is my touch too soft? Too hard?” he asked, fingers slowing to a halt at my belly button.

I shook my head, watching his hand. “It’s all good. I like it. All the feelings.”

“Do you want me to touch you more? Maybe without your pants?” His fingers tightened into a brief ball. “Maybe while I kiss you?”

“Yes.”

I tilted my face toward his mouth as he kissed me, moaning and canting my hips into his hand as he fumbled with my jeans. I had to help him with the jeans, and the kiss was clumsy because he was doing two things at once. Nobody’s ever going to mistake our make-out sessions for porn shoots or movie moments. I don’t care, though. He had his hand on my dick, and his mouth was on mine, and during the whole of it, I was in his arms, and he mine. I surrendered to the feel of him, the comfortable, safe space that was Emmet Washington.

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About Heidi:
Heidi Cullinan has always enjoyed a good love story, provided it has a happy ending. Proud to be from the first Midwestern state with full marriage equality, Heidi is a vocal advocate for LGBT rights. She writes positive-outcome romances for LGBT characters struggling against insurmountable odds because she believes there’s no such thing as too much happy ever after. When Heidi isn’t writing, she enjoys cooking, reading, playing with her cats, and watching television with her family.

Author Contact:
Website: http://www.heidicullinan.com/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/heidicullinan
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/heidi.cullinan.33

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