Author: Mia Kerick
Release Date: March 1st 2017
Genre: Adult, Gay Romance, LGBT
From bestselling author Mia Kerick comes a New Adult Gay Romance that will keep you up reading all night!
Matthew North waited ten years to heal from the devastating wounds inflicted by the man who abducted and abused him as a child. Living reclusively on a tropical island—with no company but his four cats—he merely avoids the lingering pain.
Wearing twisted ropes of mutilated skin on his back, Matt struggles with a profound hindrance—the scars that deaden his soul. However, on the night he meets lively Vedie Wilson, a local restaurant busboy who expresses his gender by wearing lipgloss and eyeliner along with his three-day beard, things change.
Gradually, Vedie and Mateo unite in friendship. Through a series of awkward encounters, the pair learns each other’s secrets. Vedie learns that an angelic face can front for a scarred soul. Matthew learns that the line between one’s masculine and feminine sides is blurred. Can they embrace the painful stories behind each other’s scars if they’re to find everlasting love? Or will surrendered love come to be yet another blemish on their souls?
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Mateo stands in the dark shadows close to the building and somehow looks hot, not creepy.
“Mateo… why you here?” I don’t sound too friendly, but then, me and him ain’t friends.
“Guess I’m in the mood for dessert.”
The dude’s studying me like he ain’t never seen a boy dressed in girl’s clothes. When he’s done gawkin’, he tilts his head and asks in a cool voice, “You in drag tonight?”
“Nah. I ain’t in drag.” I look him in the eye and add, “This is just how I feel right now,” and I wonder if me bein’ dressed up like a lady might be a deal breaker.
He’s checking me out, but his eyes are spooked, just like they were when I brought him his first drink at the Tiki Hut. And I seen eyes like his before—right off the bat they make me think of Miz Diaz, my downstairs neighbor from back when I was a kid in the hood. She had the exact same look in her eyes the day of the drive-by near Ryan Playground… on the day her little Rosita got shot in the back of the neck.
It’s nighttime, so I can’t tell if them eyes are dark or light, but they’re as hollow as an empty cardboard box dumped on the city sidewalk. And it’s like there should be blood smeared on his chin or sprayed across his forehead, ‘cause the look on his face hollers, “I got jumped!” But there ain’t no blood on no sidewalk and there ain’t no Miz Diaz screaming in the alley and there ain’t no drive-by shootin’—I can’t see nothing around us ‘cept for the pretty tropical, nighttime sky and palm trees blowing real gentle in the breeze—the shit I came down here to no-man’s-land for.
I’m lying. It ain’t.
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About the Author
Mia Kerick is the mother of four exceptional children—one in law school, another in dance school, a third in school at Mia’s alma mater, Boston College, and her lone son still in high school. (Mia is a major fan of the learning process!) She writes LGBTQ romance when not editing National Honor Society essays, offering opinions on college and law school applications, helping to create dance bios, and reviewing English papers. Her husband of twenty-three years has been told by many that he has the patience of Job, but don’t ask Mia about this, as it is a sensitive subject.
Mia focuses her stories on the emotional growth of troubled young people and their relationships. She has a great affinity for the tortured hero. There is, at minimum, one of these in each book. As a teen, Mia filled spiral-bound notebooks with tales of said tortured heroes (most of whom happened to strongly resemble lead vocalists of 1980s big-hair bands) and stuffed them under her mattress for safekeeping. She is thankful to CoolDudes Publishing, Dreamspinner Press, Harmony Ink Press, and Evernight Publishing for providing her with alternate places to stash her stories.
A social liberal, Mia cheers for each and every victory made in the name of human rights. Her only major regret: never having taken typing or computer class in school, destining her to a life consumed with two-fingered pecking and constant prayer to the Gods of Technology.