#BlogTour — Scarred by Mia Kerick + Excl. Excerpt & Giveaway
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?
“Mateo… hey, man, you okay?”
I ain’t gonna pretend like I’m some kinda head doctor, but somethin’ major ain’t right with this dude. I try and push away the warped realization that this makes two big time fucked-up people in one small, plain-ass cottage. And I know I oughta be thinkin’ I’m so outta here, ‘cause this dude is wacked, and besides that, he ain’t even got no pretty curtains on his windows, so we can’t have a single thing in common, but I ain’t leavin’. ‘Cause I just saw the light leave a man’s eyes… just like the light went outta little Rosita’s eyes, right there on the sidewalk that July day so long ago. The thing is, this guy ain’t been shot, and he’s still breathing, far as I can tell, and… and I ain’t no Mother Teresa, but this guy needs help.
I’m hesitant to touch the dude ‘cause he nearly offed me last time I tried, but I figure it’s a chance I gotta take. “I’m gonna put my hands on you, man, but I ain’t gonna hurt you, and I ain’t gonna try and mess with you, neither. Got me? I’m gonna lie down beside you on this here couch, and I’m gonna hold onto you. You got me?”
I get no response from the guy, but I don’t let that stop me, probably ‘cause I’m a dumbass. I somehow manage to pull him down and lean sideways on the end of the couch, with Mateo hunkered down real awkward beside me.
“Look at me, Mateo….”
My voice comes out soft and sweet—it sounds exactly the way I hoped—but he don’t look at me. For the first time since I met him that thousand-yard stare is history and he’s gazing past me, nice and peaceful.
“That’s right. Just keep on lookin’ at the ceiling if it cools your jets… and don’t worry, you won’t have to move your ass ‘cause I ain’t goin’ nowhere no time soon. If you fall asleep it ain’t no big deal at all.” I stop babbling and we both simply stare. I stare at him; he stares at… well, at nothin’. Strange as fuck, maybe, but at least it’s not awkward.
And damn, this man’s got a one-in-a-billion kinda gorgeous thing goin’ on. His eyes are a shade of brown that’s too light to look human, but sure looks stunning.
And stunning ain’t normally in my vocabulary, but it’s the only word that works for them cat eyes. Not to take anything away from the rest of his face, ‘cause it’s perfect, too. Everything—straight nose, pointed chin, smooth skin, even the thick stubble on his cheeks—it all fits just right, and is framed by long, golden brown strands of silk. I think he’s about the prettiest person I ever seen close up, except maybe on a movie screen.
I got no plans to look away from his eyes so’s I can gawk at his hot body—that wouldn’t be classy. But I’m holdin’ his strong shoulder right in my hands and I been rubbin’ his arm, off and on for the last couple of minutes, and I think if I wanted to I could count all of the strands of muscle there.
How can it be that this beautiful man is so broken? Maybe… no, sure as shit, he’s worse off than even me. The world don’t wanna let me be me, but this dude suffered some serious shit, and it left him halfway gone.
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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.