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Title: Light Up The Dark
Author: Suki Fleet
Publisher: Self Published
Cover Artist: Natasha Snow
Genre: Gay Romance, Young Adult
Release Date: 12/25/2016
For two years Nicky has wandered the dark empty corridors of the overgrown Thorn Hall, unseen and untouched, feeling like a ghost. His only company, the cold man who promised to keep him safe from harm, Lance.
But when Lance dies, Nicky’s assurance of safety disintegrates and his world suddenly becomes a lot more real and a lot more dangerous. Scared to leave the house, Nicky longs for daylight. He employs a gardener to clear the over-grown bushes and vines that have nearly swallowed Thorn Hall whole.
The last thing Nicky expects a little light to do is show him something to fight for.
Eighteen months in a young offenders’ institute has taught Cai two things: he occupies the playful puppy end of the How Dangerous Are You? spectrum, and he has an unfortunate knack for being in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Desperate for a job, he takes the first offer he gets. Even though Thorn Hall creeps the hell out of him and he barely knows one end of a pair of garden shears from the other.
Things start to fall apart when Cai is drawn into Nicky’s strange world of sticky notes and secrets. Cai finds he is now a target, blamed for a crime he didn’t commit. Desperate not to go back to prison, he digs deep and risks all the good things in life to help Nicky run.
But now Nicky has someone he wants to protect, he knows he can’t run any more.
Don’t trust him, Nicky. Don’t trust anyone.
But Nicky knew without trust he wasn’t going to make it. Cai opened his arms and Nicky crawled onto Cai’s lap. He touched his fingertips to the blood on Cai’s face. Then buried his hands in Cai’s wet bloody hair. Cai closed his eyes.
“Hurts,” Nicky said, meaning everything. Meaning both of them. The push and the pull of it. Meaning Cai’s pain was now his.
“I know. I’m sorry,” Cai whispered, his voice rough, his arms squeezing Nicky so tight that must have hurt him too—as though they could share all their pain. “I’m so fucking sorry.”
Cai was so solid beneath him, so safe.
Cheek pressed against cheek, they grew warm as they held one another. Nicky knew if they kissed that would be it. He’d give himself over to it. He’d be lost and found and everything in between. Everything he told himself he didn’t want, and everything he knew he did. The more he thought about kissing the more he wanted it. Needed it. Fuck, how he needed it.
Raising his head, he pressed his lips against Cai’s, and for a moment he felt as though he was stepping out over an abyss. Perhaps he wouldn’t survive the fall, but if he was honest he started falling weeks ago and there was nothing he could do about it.
The kiss became an open-mouthed exchange of hitching breath, the both of them holding back, until the wanting/longing/aching became too much and Nicky licked deep into Cai’s mouth.
He never kissed liked this. Like it mattered. And he lost himself to it, so intensely turned on he couldn’t think straight. It felt like dying, like letting go and being reborn over and over and over again. The past didn’t exist; the future could be unlocked in every moment.
When Cai shifted beneath him, fingers digging into Nicky’s hips possessively, and growled deep in his throat, Nicky felt like an animal, and every nerve he possessed thrummed yes. More. He bit down on Cai’s lip, wanting Cai to be rougher, for his touch to leave bruises.
Cai clutched him tightly and Nicky rocked their hips together. His dick was so hard it hurt. He needed the ache. The pain. He needed to know it was real.
With a fierce yank, he ripped his top off over his head. Immediately, Cai’s warm callused hands were everywhere, stroking his ribs, his back, then—fucking finally—finding his nipples. His thick fingers pinching and rolling as Nicky gasped.
“Fuck yes,” he said as Cai bent forwards and licked and nipped at the sensitive skin until the whole area surrounding his nipples was raw and redder than Nicky’s hair. Nicky threw his head back, splaying himself out on the dashboard, not sure he could take it and not wanting Cai to ever stop.
About the Author
Award Winning Author. Prolific Reader (though less prolific than she’d like). Lover of angst, romance and unexpected love stories.
Suki Fleet writes lyrical stories about memorable characters, and believes everyone should have a chance at a happy ending.
Her first novel This is Not a Love Story won Best Gay Debut in the 2014 Rainbow Awards, and was a finalist in the 2015 Lambda Awards.
I have a number of paperbacks, most of which are signed, to giveaway. Over the between now (11 Mar 2017) and 31 Mar 2017, every comment on the blog (this post and all other new posts), will be entered to win 1 of these paperbacks. There are also some misc swag items, so there will be a few packs of these to give away as well.
Thank you so much for your support over the last 4 years. Prism will be closing its doors on 1 April 2017. All content will remain available, but no new content will appear after 31 Mar 2017. As such all request forms have been turned off. Again Thank you,
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