Read on for Chapter Two
Holden’s hiding from the press
after his agent stole all his money.
Tyler’s just hiding from
life after Afghanistan stole his leg.
There’s twenty-two years and a wealth of hurt and bitterness between them. It doesn’t stop them wanting each other.
Holden’s been leading a
shadowy existence all his life and his secret is way too explosive to share
with anyone. He can’t talk about the things he needs and craves on a daily
basis.
Tyler’s down on his luck and battling just to stay afloat in a world of pain, flashbacks and nightmares. The two of them are worlds apart, but thrown together by circumstances that have them questioning what’s most important to them.
Themes: hurt/comfort, age
gap, PTSD, disabilities
Warnings: PTSD, mental
health issues, addiction, drug use, mentions of past abuse and rape, homophobia
CHAPTER TWO
Tyler
He heard a car crunching the gravel behind
him. It drew alongside him and the window buzzed down.
“Get in the car, Tyler,” Holden said with
a sigh.
He drove a five-year-old red Hyundai.
Tyler guessed the agent had run off with the Lamborghini too. If he hadn’t have
felt so ill, he might have managed a mean smirk. “Go to hell.” Tyler carried on
walking.
“Come on. Just get in. I don’t want you
struggling home.”
Tyler stopped, bent, and hissed in the
window. “I don’t need you to feel fucking sorry for me, thanks.”
“I’m not feeling sorry for you, I’m
anticipating having to call an ambulance because you’ve collapsed in the dust
and the vultures have started to eat you.”
“Fuck off!”
Still Holden crawled alongside him. “Get
in the car or I’ll call the sheriff back here and tell him you tried to
blackmail me.”
Tyler’s gaze shot to his. Holden’s dark eyes were calm and steady. Trustworthy eyes even though nothing so far had made him inclined to trust this man. He staggered to the car and almost fell as he grabbed the handle. Somehow he got himself in and slammed the door. Then he slumped back, eyes shut, breathing hard. The ice cold air-con was heaven. He wanted to wrench the prosthesis off and throw it from the fucking window. Maybe have Holden reverse over it a few times for good measure.
