Title: You Can See Me
Author: AE Via
Genre: M/M Romance, Menage, Poly
Release Date: February 7, 2014
World renowned chef Prescott Vaughan was at the height of his career. Right before he's to leave for Paris to work alongside his idol, a horrific car accident leaves him completely blind.
His female fiancé leaves him in a state of desperation and depression. He pines for love, companionship, and so happens to find it in the form of his very sexy neighbor. Sexy male neighbor, Dr. Rickson 'Ric' Edwards.
Prescott's not gay - at least he never considered himself gay - until Ric saves him from a date, gone terribly wrong. The two neighbors hit it off quickly and waste no time exploring and learning each other. Things are great until Ric begins to have his doubts about meeting Prescott's many wants.
When Ric insist he and Prescott take a breather, Pres finds himself lonely and lacking again. Enter, male escort and aspiring chef, Blair McKenzie to fill the void.
In the meantime, Ric works on his issues that prohibits him from displaying the love he knows he has for Prescott. When Ric is finally ready and returns to claim Prescott he's not sure that Pres can let go of the sexy, southern, hotness that is Blair McKenzie. After Ric has his own personal encounter with the sinfully sexy man, he can't help but become entranced and crave more as well.
Pres soon realizes that there's no need to choose between his two men, because when all three of them finally come together - grab a cold drink - the heat is going to go all the way up!
I want to start off by saying that this book first came to my attention when I read AE Via's Nothing Special series the summer of 2015. I had started You Can See Me at that time but just couldn't quite get into it but that was more down to my need for more Leo & God. When I realized that only Leo was in this one and only briefly, I just couldn't wrap my head around Pres' story. Having said that, I wish I had stuck with it just another chapter or two, because this is a great read. So when I read the latest entry to the author's Nothing Special series, and Pres, Ric, & Blair made an appearance, I decided now was the time. So even though I'm a little late to the party, I still enjoyed myself and had tons of fun.
Ménage stories aren't for everyone but for those who find them intriguing then I highly recommend You Can See Me. Truth is, this is so much more than just your typical ménage tale. You Can is a story of drama, friendship, recovery, romance, fear, love, and of course there is plenty of heat to spice up your afternoon. I use the term "ménage" but "polyamory" may fit the ultimate relationship between Prescott, Rickson, & Blair more accurately. Whatever term you choose to use, it's amazing. As hot and wonderful as the three of them are together, this story is so much more than just the sex. Prescott's desperation to be wanted, Ric's fears, Blair feeling used, all of it put together will tug at your heart, leave more than a few tears falling, and your throat dry from screaming "talk to each other" but it will also put a smile on your face with Blair's zest for life and though it's for different reasons, both Pres & Ric's determination to rebuild their professional careers will give you hope and warm your heart.
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Now after that shove, he really didn’t know how close he was to the street. He took another couple steps and stumbled off the steep curb. Horns blared and tires screeched as he jumped backward, running right into a rock-hard chest.
Pres ducked and shivered violently as the warm urine ran down his pants leg and pooled around his feet.
You got to be fuckin’ shittin’ me. Pres put his one good hand out in front of him to hopefully ward off the attack he was about to get. “Please don’t hit me. I’m sorry. I didn’t see you, I swear. Just…don’t hurt me, please.”
“I’d never hurt you, baby. Com’ere. Hold on to me.”
Baby?
A very masculine, rich voice was in his ear as a strong arm took Pres’s good hand and wrapped it around a narrow waist as the man held his limp, bloody hand up in the air. “Keep it elevated, Pres. Jesus. I’m so sorry. It’s all right. I’m gonna take care of you.”
This person just said my name. Okay…so it’s someone who knows me.
Pres’s keen senses had shut down because of the surge of fear coursing through him. He couldn’t figure out who this kind stranger was.
Pres heard a shrill whistle as the deep voice yelled, “Taxi!” The man had one thick arm around Pres’s back as the other kept his throbbing hand up in the air.
“I got you, gorgeous. Just hold on to me.” The deep voice was smooth and soothing.
Pres was in no condition to fight that it was a strange man holding him like this and calling him “baby.” He’d never been so terrified and abused since he’d lost his sight. He’d never been abused, period. He lost the fight at trying to hold on to a small amount of dignity and buried his head in the strong chest and let his tears fall quietly. He felt himself being ushered into a car, a taxi, he presumed.
“Chesapeake Hospital,” the deep voice told the driver.
Pres ducked and shivered violently as the warm urine ran down his pants leg and pooled around his feet.
You got to be fuckin’ shittin’ me. Pres put his one good hand out in front of him to hopefully ward off the attack he was about to get. “Please don’t hit me. I’m sorry. I didn’t see you, I swear. Just…don’t hurt me, please.”
“I’d never hurt you, baby. Com’ere. Hold on to me.”
Baby?
A very masculine, rich voice was in his ear as a strong arm took Pres’s good hand and wrapped it around a narrow waist as the man held his limp, bloody hand up in the air. “Keep it elevated, Pres. Jesus. I’m so sorry. It’s all right. I’m gonna take care of you.”
Pres’s keen senses had shut down because of the surge of fear coursing through him. He couldn’t figure out who this kind stranger was.
Pres heard a shrill whistle as the deep voice yelled, “Taxi!” The man had one thick arm around Pres’s back as the other kept his throbbing hand up in the air.
“I got you, gorgeous. Just hold on to me.” The deep voice was smooth and soothing.
Pres was in no condition to fight that it was a strange man holding him like this and calling him “baby.” He’d never been so terrified and abused since he’d lost his sight. He’d never been abused, period. He lost the fight at trying to hold on to a small amount of dignity and buried his head in the strong chest and let his tears fall quietly. He felt himself being ushered into a car, a taxi, he presumed.
“Chesapeake Hospital,” the deep voice told the driver.
A.E. Via has been a best-selling author in the beautiful gay romance genre for six years now, but she’s no stranger to MM. She’s been an avid reader of gay lit for over fifteen years before she picked up her laptop to place her own kiss on this genre. She’s also the founder and owner of Via Star Wings Books, having published a couple great new up and coming MM authors.
A.E. has a Bachelor of Arts in Criminal Justice from Virginia Wesleyan College that she used to start her own paralegal firm after she graduated in 2008. She spent five years preparing and filing bankruptcy petitions for struggling blue collar workers who couldn’t afford to file with a lawyer. It was a rewarding and satisfying career… but another path called to her.
Writing.
A.E.’s novels embodies everything from hopelessly romantic to adventure, to scandalous. Her stories often include intriguing edges and twists that take readers to new, thought-provoking depths.
She’s recently celebrated her 20th book anniversary, and is kind of known now for her hardcore, play rough and love hard, bad boy, alphas. However, she does like to push herself to step out of her comfort zone, exploring different tropes, but she won’t push herself into a whole other genre. She’s head over heels for gay romance and she has tons of more hot stories to tell.
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