Southern Lights 4
by
- Powder and Pavlova
- Tamarillo Tart
- Flat Whites and Chocolate Fish
- Pinot and Pineapple Lumps
Pages: 342
Size: 6.00 x 9.00 in
Pages: 342
Penn from Adelaide. That’s all I knew.
We shared a single kiss over a year ago, and I can still remember every toe-curling second of it. He thought I was too young for him. I thought he was running scared. But that kiss was the first time I’d felt alive in a long time, and I’ve been chasing the feeling ever since—doing my research, a lot of research, a lot of men. Something my protective older brother isn’t too happy about.
I’ve been through more than most guys my age, and I still bear the scars. My head’s not always my best friend, but I’m building a life, PTSD be damned. I can’t turn back the clock, and I’m not sure I want to.
Except maybe to that moment when Penn kissed me. I mean, the odds of us ever meeting again were slim to none, right?
Yeah, about that.
But this time I’m ready. I’m a year older, an ocean of therapy wiser, and I know exactly what I want.
Triggers: One of the main characters in this book lives with PTSD as a result of a fire and within the story there are flashbacks and descriptions of triggering events. There are also themes of loss and grief.
- 4 To Be Read lists
Publisher: Southern Lights Publishing
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Pairings: M-M
Heat Level: 4
Romantic Content: 5
Ending: Click here to reveal
Character Identities: Gay
Protagonist 1 Age: 18-25
Protagonist 2 Age: 26-35
Tropes: Age Difference, Coming Home, Death of Parent, Families/Raising Kids, Hurt / Comfort, Meet Cute, True Love
Word Count: 104,000
Setting: New Zealand
Languages Available: English
Series Type: Same Universe / Various Characters
So, when Kurt got back to his caravan and things had a chance to calm down, he’d had needed a beer or two to stem that growing list of second thoughts and warm his feet which were getting cold enough to grow icicles. He was in trouble, here.
But he also knew Penn had to be feeling something similar when their first few text exchanges after that epic sex had been . . .well, wary and unsure, to say the least. It was kind of cute and reassuring. For a couple of guys who’d had their dicks in each other’s mouths and had come like screaming freight trains, the politeness had been excruciating.
But they’d kept talking and whaddya know. Kurt’s panicked heart calmed and Penn’s voice sounded less and less like he was chatting up a rattlesnake. And somewhere about Wednesday, Penn suggested an actual date. A picnic date.
And Kurt couldn’t say yes fast enough.
