Pride of Place by Helena Stone :: New Release

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Title: Pride Of Place

Series: Mitch & Cian  bk3

Author: Helena Stone

Publisher: Self Published

Published: 25 June 2019

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Length: 85 pages

Keywords : MM, Gay, Pride, Romance, First Time, Exploration, coming of age,

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Also available to read in KU

 

Related stories:

A Miracle in the Library: mybook.to/AMITL

Lessons in Love: mybook.to/LiL

BLURB

Six months after meeting Cian, the start of the rest of Mitch’s life is so close he can almost taste it. With his high school exams behind him, he can look forward to a long summer, his first Pride festival in Dublin, and, best of all, moving in with Cian when Mitch starts college in September.

Cian can’t wait to accompany Mitch to his first Pride, or for the moment they’ll start sharing a home and their lives. But while the festival is everything they could have hoped for, unexpected news that Cian is about to lose his room in Dublin puts their life together under threat.

Objections to their plans from the home front and a shocking lack of affordable housing in Dublin could shatter Mitch and Cian’s dreams, but perhaps a second miracle is exactly what they need to find their pride of place.

Excerpt

 It shouldn’t feel like coming home. After all, he’d only spent nine nights in the apartment over the past three months. But as soon as Cian closed the door behind them and switched on the light in the hall, it was as if a weight lifted of Mitch’s shoulder. He inhaled deeply. Breathing seemed easier here too.

They both dropped their bags to the floor, and Cian wrapped his arms around Mitch’s middle, resting his chin on his shoulder. “It’s good to have you here again.”

Mitch expelled the breath and turned in Cian’s arms. “It has been too long. Let’s never do that again.”

He didn’t realize exactly what he’d said until he encountered Cian’s wide-eyed gaze. Never is a big word. He ignored the thought and shrugged, trying to look casual. “Well, it’s been six weeks. That is a long time.”

Cian’s eyes shone as he dipped his chin and kissed Mitch.

“I missed having you here too.”

If Mitch had wished for a stronger, more emotional, reaction from Cian, he didn’t admit as much to himself. His need for Cian, the joy he experienced when they were together, scared him as much as it delighted him. He had no words for what he felt, no point of reference for the emotions swirling through him, enchanting him at times, and confusing him at least as often.

Mitch wrapped his arms around Cian’s waist and took a step backward, pulling Cian along. His whole being buzzed. In Dublin, with Cian, Mitch felt more alive and free than he’d ever done at home.

As he continued his retreat toward the bedroom he knew was less than six steps behind him, Mitch slipped his hands into the back pockets of Cian’s jeans and squeezed. He didn’t have the words to share his thoughts and feelings with Cian, but he could try to show him.

Excitement buzzed through Mitch at the thought that mere minutes later it would be naked flesh against his fingers.

Cian’s eyes sparkled as Mitch pulled him along. “In a hurry much?”

Mitch shrugged; he wasn’t ashamed of what he needed. He didn’t feel shame when he was with Cian, period. For a moment, the thought pulled him up short. Cian, his mother, and, for a few weeks last Christmas, Mr. Nichols, were the only people with whom he’d ever felt comfortable enough to lower the mask, to stop hiding.

Then Cian reached around him to open the bedroom door. Mitch craned his neck and looked up at Cian as he pushed him over the threshold. The hunger in Cian’s eyes took his breath away.

“Do you want to shower?”

Cian’s question wasn’t unreasonable. It had been warm, and the bus journey had been long and sweaty. But as much as Mitch enjoyed showering with Cian, he wanted more now. More importantly, he didn’t want to worry about drowning or choking on water while being intimate.

“Not right now,” Mitch said. “We’re only going to get sweaty again, aren’t we?”

 

Author’s Bio

Helena Stone can’t remember a life before words and reading. After growing up in a household where no holiday or festivity was complete without at least one new book, it’s hardly surprising she now owns more books than shelf space while her Kindle is about to explode.

The urge to write came as a surprise. The realisation that people might enjoy her words was a shock to say the least. Now that the writing bug has well and truly taken hold, Helena can no longer imagine not sharing the characters in her head and heart with the rest of the world.

Having left the hustle and bustle of Amsterdam for the peace and quiet of the Irish Country side she divides her time between reading, writing, long and often wet walks with the dog, her part-time job in a library, a grown-up daughter and her ever loving and patient husband.

Helena Stone can be found hanging out in the following places:-  see links below