Title: Scarred
Author: Mia Kerick
Genre: M/M Romantic Suspense
Release Date: March 1, 2017
Summary:From bestselling author Mia Kerick comes a New Adult novel of Gay Romantic Suspense 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?
Vedie
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.
Warm sun and clear skies, dotted with tall palm trees, and smiling vacation faces—all fine shit in my book—but they ain’t the true reason I’m here. The real deal is I’m down here to get away from up there. And I’d bet my sorry life that handsome, broken Mateo here, with his “I been through hell” eyes, came to Placida Island for the same damn reason.
His pretty white ass is hidin’—same as my fine black one is.
Anyhow, I don’t look away while he’s thinkin’ me over, and when he finally nods, I figure he gets it. Or he kinda gets it, ‘cause who the hell really gets shit like me bein’ a dude who dresses up like a lady?
Mia Kerick is the mother of four exceptional children—all named after saints—and five nonpedigreed cats—all named after the next best thing to saints, Boston Red Sox players. Her husband of twenty years has been told by many that he has the patience of Job, but don’t ask Mia about that, as it is a sensitive subject.
Mia focuses her stories on the emotional growth of troubled young men and their relationships, and she believes that sex has a place in a love story, but not until it is firmly established as a love story. As a teen, Mia filled spiral-bound notebooks with romantic tales of 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 Dreamspinner Press for providing her with an alternate place to stash her stories.
Mia is proud of her involvement with the Human Rights Campaign and cheers for each and every victory made in the name of marital equality. 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.
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