A warm welcome to author Lynn Kelling joining us today to talk about new release “Becoming Kerry”.
Lynn shares an exclusive excerpt and there is a giveaway to participate in!
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Author: Lynn Kelling
Title: Becoming Kerry
Genres: BDSM, Bisexual, Contemporary, Drama, Erotica, GLBT, Romance, Transgender
Length: Novel (92,000 words)
Release Date: August 8th, 2017
Kerry Sanderson’s life is falling apart. He’s crushing himself to fit into the boxes others have put him in: dutiful son, good boyfriend, real man. But even the small rebellions he’s fought for himself—moving into a sketchy part of town and becoming an exotic dancer—aren’t giving him the freedom he needs. Ewyn Garrity, a security guard at the gay club where Kerry dances, has found himself in protecting others. Everyone thinks he’s straight, but Ewyn doesn’t fit into simple boxes, either. When he meets Kerry, he makes a not completely innocent offer of company after work.
Ewyn and Kerry hit it off, each finding something he desperately needs in the other. But when Kerry is forced to confront the pain and self-doubt that keep him crushed in his boxes, he’s afraid that no one, not even Ewyn, will be able to love who he is when he finally, truly becomes Kerry. (M/M, M/GQ)
“Hey,” Kerry said in greeting after catching Ewyn’s eye. “I think I’ll take you up on that offer so I don’t get mugged on the way down the block, if that’s okay with you. I’m parked over there.” Kerry pointed at his beat-up old sedan, barely a speck in the distance.
“No problem,” Ewyn said. He looked around as if to ensure the coast was clear. His hand touched Kerry’s back again, as it had before. Leaving it there, Ewyn ushered him along.
“You have a thing for watching out for the new guys, or what?” Kerry asked as they walked. The kilt swung with each step, the cool night air blowing up his legs. He’d brought it to wear home, thinking it was dark enough out to be safe and the most comfortable choice given how sweaty and tired he knew he’d be after his shift. If there was any time he was less likely to get hassled for what he was wearing, it was in the middle of the night.
“Not really,” Ewyn replied. They moved in and out of the amber pools of light cast by the street lamps. “You just looked a little like you were in over your head back there.”
“Ouch. That bad, huh?” Kerry winced.
Ewyn held Kerry back, bracing his chest this time as a car sped past, going at least twenty miles per hour over the speed limit. Once the road was clear, Ewyn’s hand returned to Kerry’s back and they crossed.
“It’s not bad,” Ewyn explained. “But when you work somewhere like this, and you’ve got that look about you, it can be dangerous.”
They reached Kerry’s car. He turned to face Ewyn, who stepped only slightly into his personal space, but maybe just to stay out of the way of speeding traffic. He gazed down at Kerry curiously, with an unreadable expression.
“Vulnerable people tend to attract predators,” Ewyn explained quietly. “I’ve had… friends… get hurt that way. I don’t intend for it to happen again, especially on my watch.” It sounded sincere, and like there were painful memories behind the sentiment. Kerry wondered if he was talking about what had happened to his brother, and if he was trying to protect Kerry in a similar way. It would make sense, especially if Kerry was younger, just like Ewyn’s brother had been. He could see how, if he looked distracted, someone might try to get one over on him. Living in the roughest part of town for years had taught him as much, if not how to constantly stay on edge like he needed to.
“I can handle myself,” he assured Ewyn. “Even if it doesn’t look that way. This isn’t my first time dancing, just my first time dancing here.”
A few more cars sped past, and Ewyn shifted even closer to Kerry. It might have been to avoid getting hit. Or not. The coziness of their positions was making Kerry’s blush rise again, especially since he was feeling guilty about his attraction to someone who obviously didn’t feel the same way.
He became distracted by the ways he was physically drawn to someone so different than any other person he’d ever been with, in any sense. Ewyn was bigger than him, more masculine than him. With his scruff and his piercings, not to mention the handsome face beneath all of that, he was making butterflies flutter in Kerry’s stomach. Being attracted to a guy like Ewyn was a reminder of how fucked-up Kerry’s instincts were. All his life, those who loved him most had steered him deliberately away from where he felt inclined to go, whether it was his behavior, the way he dressed, or who he liked. Private desire and learned self-doubt clashed inside him. He began to sink back down into the depths of despondency.
While lost in his head, Kerry didn’t have the chance to realize how close Ewyn actually was.
Ewyn’s hand came to rest on Kerry’s hip. The touch was a jolt, causing his breath to catch and tensing his body. As another car zoomed by Ewyn’s back, he leaned down a little more. Instinctively, Kerry bent his head slightly to the side and down, hiding his embarrassed expression, feeling Ewyn’s warm breath on his neck. There was no instinct telling him to throw off Ewyn’s touch. Much to the contrary, Kerry’s heart pounded as he froze in place.
He didn’t understand. That touch by his hip was a spark of danger, the source of all his problems. But he liked the dangerous thrill he got from feeling it.
Lynn Kelling began writing in order to tell stories that weren’t afraid of the dark, didn’t hold anything back and always strived to be memorable, forging lasting attachments between character and reader. Her inspiration comes from taking a closer look at behaviors and ideas lurking at the fringes of life – basically anything that people may hesitate to speak of in mixed company, but everyone wonders about anyway. Her work is driven by the taboo in order to expose the humanity within it. Lynn is an artist, designer and lover of any form of creative self-expression that comes from a place of honesty and emotion, whether it’s body art or opera. She has had multiple novels published, has written over 50 works of erotic fiction of varying lengths, and always has several novels in progress.