Title: Scarred
Author: Mia Kerick
Release Date: March 1st 2017
Genre: Adult, Gay Romance, LGBT
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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?
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He’s got his head in his hands, crying softly, and I immediately remember how vulnerable he becomes when he’s upset. “You want me to take you home so you can take off your makeup and change into sweatpants? I’ll find Gone Girl on Netflix. We can suck down a few brews and watch the ending.” He looks up at me, his face streaked with green mascara. I reach past him and grab a tissue from the box in my truck. But before I pass it to him, I change my mind. With a couple of fingers, I steady his stubbly chin, and I take it upon myself to wipe his eyes. He lets me clean up his face without looking away from me once. “There you go. No more tears, okay?” “I’m sorry.” He looks away. “Sorry for what?” Before he can answer, I walk around the truck to the driver’s seat and climb in. “You didn’t do anything to be sorry for.” “I’m sorry for what Betsy said… about me bein’….” There it is. Vedie’s embarrassed that Betsy said he was a girl in love with me, and I find myself hoping that he’s so upset because the truth hurts. “That’s nothing to worry about.” We drive home in silence, but my thoughts are racing and I’m holding on to the here and now with everything I’ve got.
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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.
Thank you for welcoming me today so I can promote the release of Scarred!
Scars… all of mine are from being so clumsy! One on the underside of my wrist from tripping over the gas hose to my own car… don’t try to put something in the trunk when you’re 5’1” and have a propensity of falling.
A three inch long one from falling on glass when I was a child. It is on the palm of my hand. My sister and I were outside playing and I was ‘supposed to be blind.’ There I go falling again. Plus several on my knees from playing football as a child and falling on gravel. (The boys only let you play if you tried really hard!) One from abuse, unless you can attribute to me doing it to myself.
I love your books…Red Shirt and the One Voice series. Good luck with the release!
Red Sheet…. Sometimes I really hate the auto correct feature!
Congrats on the new release. I’ve got a bunch of chicken pox scars. Alas I wasn’t able to resist picking at the scabs. Gross and left a lasting mark 🙁
Damn my 10 y/o self!