#ReleaseBlitz — See My Words (Spectrum Nights) #2 by Melanie Hansen + Excerpt & Giveaway
See My Words
Spectrum Nights, book 2
Author: Melanie Hansen
Successful underwear model Scott Ashworth is lucky—his attack at the hands of an unknown assailant will leave no visible scars. His professional goals are still within reach, and best of all, his stepbrother Rylan Mahoney is back in his life, their teenage infatuation at last getting the chance to deepen into something more.
Thrown together by the circumstances of Scott's injury, Rylan's long-dormant feelings for him are quickly rekindled, though he's haunted by the memory of Scott's disappearance on the night of his eighteenth birthday and the six missing years that followed. Rylan pushes Scott for the truth, a firm believer in the maxim that secrets lose their power once they're shared—but resurrecting old demons almost always comes with a price.
Before Scott knows it, his life is spiraling out of control, his toxic insecurities welling up to threaten the fragile relationship he's building with Rylan. Learning to let go of the past and believe in himself will be Scott's greatest challenge, or else he risks losing Rylan forever this time.
Genre: Romance, angst, family drama, friends to lovers, hurt/comfort, model (ish), Photographer/photojournalist, reunited, step brothers
See My Words
Melanie Hansen © 2017
All Rights Reserved
Scott stared at the image. All three of his half-brothers were sitting at one of the bar’s high tables, Donna standing behind them with her arms around their shoulders. They were clustered close together, leaning on each other, beaming.
“Whoa, they’re so big. And they look really happy.”
“When was this taken?”
“Right before I moved out here. In fact, I stopped in Pace on the way just to see them.”
Scott tore his eyes away from the picture to stare at Rylan. “So you’re still in touch with them? With the boys?”
Rylan nodded. “I am, yeah. We’re friends on Facebook, and we text sometimes. They’re great kids.”
Scott was silent for a moment. “What about the baby? Cara? Is she—”
“Still with Heather? Yes.” Rylan’s voice was soft. “The picture you saw that first day in my apartment? That was the last time I saw them, when I went up to visit Cara before finals.”
“So you talk to—her? Heather, I mean.”
“Sometimes. Not often.” Rylan touched the scar on his cheek almost absently, and his eyes took on a haunted look. “When she and my dad split up, Scott, it was…ugly.”
Scott’s stomach roiled, and the puree he’d just drunk surged back into his throat. He grasped Rylan’s wrist, drawing his startled glance.
“Did Heather give you that scar?” he demanded. “That fucking bitch—”
Rylan gasped. “No!” he exclaimed. “She’s never, ever touched me.”
Scott released him, studying the scar before tracing it lightly with his thumb. It was high on Rylan’s cheekbone, small, but white and jagged.
“You can’t tell me that’s always been there, Ry. I would have noticed it before.” Would have noticed it back when he used to map every inch of Rylan’s face with his lips as they lay entangled together in his narrow bed. “Who did this?”
A pause. “My dad.”
The answer was so unexpected that Scott reared back in disbelief. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” he croaked. “Bob—hit you? Bob?” He couldn’t wrap his mind around it. Gentle Bob, who adored his son beyond reason, hit Rylan so hard he’d left a fucking scar? “What the hell happened?”
Rylan wrapped his arms around himself, hunching over. “While my dad was gone on one of his over-the-road jobs, Heather went out with her friends one night, got drunk, and brought home a man. But this time the dude didn’t fuck and run; he stayed for the weekend.”
“Holy shit. And your dad caught them.” Scott’s voice was hushed.
Rylan gave a jerky nod. “He walked in on them, in bed. I could hear them through the wall, and I’ll never forget the anguish in his voice as he demanded to know what exactly it was he was seeing. Heather was pleading with him, and the other guy was trying to tough it out. Lots of yelling, lots of crying—”
Rylan surged to his feet and started to pace. “The other dude finally left, and my dad and Heather kept fighting. I could hear them in the living room. I was gonna stay the fuck out of it until I heard Cara crying. So I went out there.”
Rylan’s chin trembled, but he pressed his lips together, breathing hard through his nose until he regained some control. “Heather was on the couch bawling, and Cara was wrapped around her leg. My dad was losing it, and when he saw me, he got up in my face. ‘Has this happened before, Rylan?’ I had no fucking clue what to say, and I guess my hesitation was his answer, because the next thing I knew, I was on the floor, my cheek on fire.”
He touched the scar, his eyes awash with the tears he was refusing to let fall. Scott ached to take him in his arms, but instead he jammed his hands in the loose pockets of his sweatpants, his fists clenched.
“My dad stood over me and screamed, ‘How many times? Why didn’t you tell me?’ He just kept saying that,” Rylan went on hollowly. “I had a cut on my cheek from a ring he was wearing. Blood was everywhere, dripping from my chin, getting in my mouth—” He licked his lips as if remembering the rusty taste on them. “—and all I could do was say, ‘I’m sorry, Dad.’”
“Jesus.” Scott’s curse was heartfelt.
“He was hurting, Scott, looking for someone to blame, and I was there. I was right there.”
“Why the fuck didn’t he blame the one who deserved to be blamed?” Scott snarled, taking his hands out of his pockets and slamming them down onto the couch cushions.
“He told me later that blaming her was too much like blaming himself, that he didn’t want to think about it being his fault. He wanted it to be someone else’s fault, even mine. After he hit me, he left and drove away. Heather helped me up, washed the blood off my face, and glued the gash shut with this liquid skin stuff she had. She wasn’t crying anymore, and she seemed really calm. It helped me calm down.”
His shoulders were so bunched and tense Scott couldn’t help but get up to put his hand on Rylan’s back, gratified when he seemed to take comfort in the soothing touch.
“What happened then?” he whispered, stroking the nape of Rylan’s neck with his thumb.
A quiver ran through Rylan’s body. “She put Cara to bed, and then we sat out on the porch together the rest of the night. Sometimes quiet, sometimes talking a little.” He heaved a sigh. “I think she really loved my dad, Scott, but for some reason couldn’t keep herself from sabotaging everything. She was devastated, but at the same time seemed almost relieved it was over, as weird as that sounds.”
When you don’t feel you deserve anything nice in your life, it scares you to death when you actually get it. It was a feeling Scott was all too familiar with, and he winced as an unwilling sympathy for Heather churned in his gut. He didn’t want to feel sorry for her, didn’t want to—understand her.
He shoved the thought away, concentrating instead on what Rylan was saying.
“We didn’t see my dad for about a week. Heather seemed okay on the outside, but I could tell she was slowly falling apart on the inside. I recognized the signs.” A shadow flitted over his face, and he clenched his hands into fists. “My own mom, you know? I couldn’t go through that again, and I felt so fucking helpless, so I went to Donna.”
Scott gave a quiet snort. “That woman is a force of nature.”
Rylan quirked his lips. “That she is. She drove over to the trailer, packed up the kids’ stuff, and took all four of them to her house. Told Heather they’d be safe until she got her shit together. She didn’t protest it, didn’t fight. When my dad came for me after a few more days, I left with him. Left her alone.”
“You’d done all you could, Ry. You know that, right?”
“I left without a backward glance,” Rylan said bluntly. “I was so fucking drained. By you, by her…”
Scott flinched, but Rylan went on, “My dad needed me. I walked away so I could save what was left of my strength for him.” His face was expressionless. “And for myself. I’d gotten a full scholarship to the University of Miami, but there was still a third of my senior year to go. I needed to concentrate on my grades and my own future. You were gone, the kids were safe with Donna, and there was nothing else I could do for Heather.”
The sun shimmered off the nearby buildings and bounced in through the windows, hurting Scott’s eyes and making him feel light-headed.
You should have been there, you stupid fuck.
As if reading his mind, Rylan murmured, “You being there wouldn’t have changed a thing, Scott. Heather would have still done what she did. You know that. It was only a matter of time.”
“But if I’d been there, maybe I could have deflected Bob’s anger onto me. Could have taken that blow for you, saved you that heartache at least.”
So much fucking heartache.
Rylan’s face softened. “It is what it is, Scott. Your mantra, remember?”
“Fuck mantras. I should have been there.” He slid his hand down to Rylan’s shoulder. “Were you and your dad okay, after what happened?”
“Yeah. He got us a tiny apartment not far from the school. It took a while, but we got everything sorted out. By the time he—died, we were more than okay.”
Scott relaxed a fraction. “Good,” he whispered hoarsely. “That’s good.”
Rylan patted Scott’s hand once before releasing him. “Ugh, I guess I’d better go take a shower, get ready for the club. There’s a big bachelorette party tonight, and Corey wants lots of pictures.”
“Yeah, okay.” Scott wiped a stray tear away with rough impatience. “If you need to go—”
“Can I take your car, or do you need it? I don’t mind taking the bus.”
Scott started to tell him to take the car, but the thought of the long, lonely night stretching before him made him say impulsively, “If you can wait a few minutes, I’ll drive you. Maybe stay for a drink.”
Rylan lifted an eyebrow. “Really? That’d be great. I know everyone would love to see you. People are always asking me how you’re doing.”
Scott didn’t know how true that was, given how silent his phone had been for the past three weeks, but he didn’t say anything, just headed for the shower. Afterward he pulled on a pair of jeans and an aqua-green silk T-shirt, standing in front of his full-length mirror and looking himself over, suddenly unsure.
“You’re beautiful as ever, Scott.” Rylan’s quiet voice came from the doorway.
“No. I don’t feel like myself at all.” Scott tugged at the loose material of his shirt, a shirt that used to mold itself to his ripped torso like it was painted on. “Maybe this isn’t such a good idea. People don’t need to see—”
Rylan came behind him and put his hand on Scott’s shoulder. “You’ll be the most gorgeous man in the room. Trust me.”
Their eyes met in the mirror, and Scott gave him a shaky smile. “I think you’re biased.”
Rylan chuckled. “I’m a photographer. I can’t be biased.” His voice was gently teasing. “Don’t believe me?”
Scott shrugged, and Rylan reached out and threaded their fingers together. “The camera doesn’t lie, Scott. Let me show you.” He turned to walk out of the room, tugging Scott after him and making a quick stop to snag his camera from the couch before leading him to the balcony.
The sun was low in the sky now, bathing everything around them in a soft, golden glow.
The camera whirred, and Rylan glanced at the screen, making a few quick adjustments before starting to shoot in earnest. Scott lost himself in Rylan’s quiet directions, first leaning back against the railing and then turning to prop his elbows on it while he gazed into the distance.
“Here, come see.” Rylan beckoned to him, and Scott walked over to gaze down at the digital screen in awe. The waning light kissed his face, throwing his cheekbones into sharp relief, the light scruff on his chin emphasizing his full lips. The soft green of his T-shirt reflected the fading radiance of the sun and made his eyes stand out like jewels.
“No filter, Scott. Just you. And you’re fucking gorgeous.”
Scott quirked his lips in a rueful smile. “You probably think I’m the vainest son of a bitch you’ve ever met, don’t you?”
“Never. There’s nothing wrong with needing some reassurance, especially after the trauma you’ve been through.” Rylan held up the camera. “I can tell you you’re beautiful, but sometimes you just have to see the words. See what I see.”
The lump in Scott’s throat threatened to choke him. “Sweet Ry,” he whispered. “Thank you.”
They smiled at each other, and Scott leaned in. Rylan lifted his face for the kiss, his lips parted, but Scott turned his head so his mouth grazed Rylan’s temple instead.
“Let’s go to the club.”
Wow! What an emotional roller-coaster! See My Words is just as hard—if not harder—to get through as Pieces of Me, book one, in the Spectrum Nights series by Melanie Hansen.
I couldn't wait to jump back in to see where Scott and Rylan were in their relationship, or if they even had one, and to say it was frustrating and emotional would be an understatement.
Scott is a damaged and broken man, who still clings desperately to his past, and his old insecurities are constantly fighting for dominance over every good thing that happens to him. No matter what Rylan tells him—or shows him—in the way of love or acceptance he can't see past his doubts.
Their relationship is push and pull, Scott doing most of the pushing, while Rylan tries to take on all of the responsibility of making sure Scott knows he is enough in every way, but it's not working which leads to more pushing. This time pushing Rylan away... maybe for good.
God!! See My Words is beyond freaking beautiful at times and so angst-ridden others. Melanie Hansen writes beautifully and so painfully real while bringing her characters through heaps of massive spiritual and emotional awakenings but on the other side wow...magnificent.
This is about second chances, finding your balance and even though Scott was very unhealthy, mentally, he finally took the steps to start healing himself. I loved this part of the book and the revelations he made, not only about himself but about his past and future.
See My Words has very mature themes. Scott and Rylan are very open and honest in their relationship and if they want to add another person, they go for it. It's also very sex positive and I loved their time on the streets, talking with the workers and how no one was ever shamed or looked down upon for their way of survival. Only respect and concern.
I need to mention the wonderful cast of secondary characters that helped to truly make this story shine and that was Minh and Chris. Two characters that—at first glance—I was skeptical and leery of, but in no time at all, adored wholeheartedly and hope to see their story very, very soon.
See My Words should not be read as a standalone in order to fully understand Scott's journey, his back history and the struggles he must overcome. He has a hard road and a lot of self-doubts but understanding his own self-worth, realizing he doesn't need validation from others, puts him on the right path towards a bright and prosperous future surrounded by people who love him for him.
Amazing series that I highly recommend.
* My thanks to the publisher who provided my copy in exchange for an honest review *
What advice would you give to your younger self?
Don’t worry so much about what other people think! I spent way too much time worrying about pleasing others—my parents, religion, other people who absolutely didn’t matter. I look back sometimes and get so mad about the wasted time!
What advice would you give to aspiring writers?
The best advice I could give goes along with my motivational quote above. Don’t compare yourself to others! That is a trap, and the kiss of death for creativity. I think what gets to me is comparing myself to authors who manage to put a book out every couple of months. That will never be me, no matter how much I want it to be, and once I acknowledged that and let go of that unrealistic goal, writing became fun again and not something I was stressing so much over.
What do you think makes a good story?
Second chance at love stories! Or friends to lovers. Those are my absolute favorite tropes. I love realistic stories, where the characters are totally relatable, flaws and all.
Meet the Author
has spent time in Texas and Florida prisons…for work. She’s been in a room with a 17-year-old mass murderer who was also one of the most soft-spoken and polite teenagers she’s ever met. After a 13-year career as a court reporter, she can tell many stories both hilarious and heartbreaking.
She grew up with an Air Force dad, and ended up marrying a Navy man. After living and working all over the country, she hopes to bring these rich and varied life experiences to her stories about people finding love amidst real-life struggles.
Melanie left the stressful world of the courtroom behind and now enjoys a rewarding career transcribing for a deaf student. She currently lives in Arizona with her husband and two sons.
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