‘Silver Scars’ by Posy Roberts #LGBT #BlogTour #Giveaway

Thanks for hosting me today. I’m excited to be here to share an exclusive excerpt from my new book, Silver Scars. You’re getting a closer glimpse of Gil and Keith’s relationship that they have to carry out through Skype after their initial meeting. Enjoy!

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Publisher: Labyrinth Bound Press

Cover Artist: Natasha Snow

A bomb destroyed high-powered lawyer Gil Lemieux’s seemingly perfect life, and PTSD has ruled every decision since the explosion that left him scarred inside and outside. Moving home with his mom is meant to be a temporary measure, just like proofreading for a medical institution is only meant to be a stopgap. But two years after taking on the wrong court case, he’s still living in fear.

Keith Kramer might be based 1,500 miles away from Gil, but their shared work brings them together—a chance meeting that’s life-changing. Gil is drawn to Keith’s good looks and intelligence, but it’s his innate understanding that Gil is more than the scars on his skin that is truly attractive. He’s everything Gil used to be and more. It blows Gil’s mind that his attraction might be returned.

Only doubt could widen the distance between them. Keith’s hopefulness, borne out of surviving some tough challenges of his own, isn’t enough to bridge the distance alone. Gil will need to believe he has as much to offer as Keith if they’re to build a life together.

Pages or Words: 86,700 words

Categories: Contemporary, Gay Fiction, M/M Romance, Romance

Excerpt:

Keith’s been taking painkillers that knock him out, so we missed our video chats the last couple of evenings and resorted to a few texts while his pain meds liquefied his brain. When his messages looked like a dog was typing for him, I quit texting so he’d go to sleep.

“Did you pop any voodoo pills before you logged on?” I ask when his refined features pop up on my laptop. Does he ever look rumpled? Is that how he wakes up?

“Voodoo pills?” Keith sounds scandalized but then laughs. “I didn’t take anything that will compromise my ability to think, speak, or type.”

“Good.” He leans in closer to his camera and winks at me. “How are you getting through editing jobs on that strong shit?”

“I wait until I get home to take it, actually.”

I grimace. “Makes for a long day.”

“Very long days. But this won’t last forever. I got approved for the trial.”

“Congratulations. That’s great!”

Keith explains the details of his upcoming surgery and names so many body parts I get lost. I’d need his X-rays and a Gray’s Anatomy illustration to keep up with him.

Keith suddenly stops and gives me a funny look.

“I’ve got the ‘duh’ on, don’t I?” I’m so out of practice using the unreadable expressions I relied on in court.

His serious face is transformed by jovial beauty as his smile spreads. His green eyes sparkle. “I’m not exactly making this easy to follow. Sorry to bore you.”

“You’re not boring me. I’m just lost.”

“Suffice it to say, I’m hopeful. I considered buying tickets to go skiing next Christmas. Not this year but next.”

“That’s still a little… out there, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, maybe, but I really miss it.”

“What are you most looking forward to, aside from skiing?” I love seeing his face like this. Hopeful and relaxed. He slips his fingers through his hair, but when he moves away, it falls back into perfect golden waves.

“Some of it’s so stupid and everyday to most people, things I’ve struggled with for years.”

“Like what?”

“Taking an escalator without having to time things perfectly. Going on long walks in my hilly neighborhood, maybe holding your hand through it all rather than gripping your arm for support.”

“I’d like that. I could take you golfing with me.”

“I like golf. Haven’t been in years.” He looks content in a way I’ve never seen. “I could travel again. I miss seeing new cities, going on out-of-the-way adventures.”

“You might need to do that without me.” I chuckle to blow off the reality of the situation, but then I see his joy vanish.

“What happened since the last time we talked?”

“Nothing.” I’m quick to respond. Too quick, apparently.

“Gil, what are you afraid of telling me?”

I grind my elbows into my desk and painfully squeeze my forehead until I’ve made friends with the fact that Keith is going to know all the shitty things about me sooner rather than later. Maybe that’s smart. Let him see how fucked up I am so he can move on, get his leg fixed, and go skiing in a year, maybe with one of those carefree young blonds he used to fuck. All I’ll ever do is hold him back.

When I look back to the computer screen, I blink and tears fall.

“Oh, my love. Tell me what happened.”

I wince at him calling me his love. It’s the first time, and it’ll be the last.

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Posy Roberts writes about romantic male love. Whether these characters are family men, drag queens, or lonely men searching for connections, they all find a home in her stories.

Posy is married to a man who makes sure she doesn’t forget to eat or sleep; her daughter, a budding author and dedicated Whovian, helps her come up with character names. When Posy’s not writing, she enjoys crafting, hiking, and singing spontaneously about the mundane, just to make normal seem more interesting.

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