Hi guys we have new author Leona Windwalker visiting us today with her first release Sol’s Solstice, we have a great excerpt and there’s a fantastic giveaway where two lucky winners will get their very own copy of Sol’s Solstice. So check out the post and leave a comment to enter the giveaway! <3 ~Pixie~
Sol is used to flying under his family’s radar, unless focusing unwanted attention away from his more outgoing, older twin. The day comes when he pays a steep price for attempting to shield his brother. Running for his life, he is nearly run down by a car driven by Seth. Can Seth help Sol find his way back from the darkness?
After wrapping Sol’s feet, Seth motioned for him to follow him and led him up the stairs. He paused in front of one door and opened it to reveal a large wet-room. “You can shower in here,” he said simply. The door next to that turned out to be a room holding a toilet, sink, and mirror along with a potted rubber plant and a small, framed picture of a seascape.
Coming to a third door, Seth opened it, saying, “You can use this room. Martha’s put on fresh sheets and blankets for you. I’m right over there,” he pointed to a door next to Sol’s, at the end of the hall, “so if you need me, you can come get me.” He smiled softly as he spoke.
Sol entered the room. It was a beautiful room. A double-sized sleigh bed dominated one wall, flanked by two bedside tables. A matching double dresser sat opposite, and what he thought was known as a tallboy sat between two windows. The room was decorated in warm earth tones. Three of the walls were a sort of tan sandstone shade, with the wall behind the bed a warm, rich cocoa. The comforter and curtains were a complementary red, as was the rug Sol could see on the polished wooden floor next to the bed. He took another step forward, then turned to thank Seth once more, only to see the door close with an audible click.
Had it locked? Had he been wrong to trust this guy? The sight of the closed door sent him into a blind panic. He began to tug at the handle, beating a fist against the door. “No, no no noooooooooo!”
Why wouldn’t it open? He grasped the handle with both hands and began to frantically tug and turn.
“Sol? Sol, calm down. Let go and step back, OK? You’ll break the door that way.” Seth. He was with Seth, at his house. The door had clicked shut, but he hadn’t heard a bolt close or heard a key.
It’s all right. It’s all right. It is, right?
Sol tried to calm his ragged breaths and to slow his thudding heart. He let go of the handle and moved a step back from the door. It swung open, revealing a very concerned looking Seth on the other side.
“God, Sol, I’m sorry. I didn’t think. It wasn’t locked. See? No lock on either side.”
Sol heard the words, and understood them, but they came as if they were being spoken to someone else. All he saw was the open doorway, the man within it, and the hallway beyond. Overwhelmed, he burst into tears. He felt strong arms reach around him, and gentle hands stroking his back and petting his hair. He knew nothing else, except the vague, soothing rocking motion, the raw pain screaming in his head, until, at last, there was nothing but emptiness inside, the arms and hands and the rocking, and a voice whispering just, “Shh.” He let out a sigh and let limpness take over his limbs.
Leona is a longtime staunch supporter of human rights and environmental causes. Her favourite genre to read is M/M fiction and she particularly enjoys science fiction, fantasy, and action/suspense subgenres—especially if they have a nice seasoning of romance. She has far too many books on her Kindle, has overloaded her phone with even more and, when not reading, writing, being driven to distraction by her children, or being overlorded by her three cats, can be found trying to locate the portal that the sock monster uses to steal socks from her dryer.
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