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by Kari Jo Spear
Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica/Romance
Description: Gareth's life is violent, frightening, and lonely. Abandoned by his parents and left to a series of harsh foster homes, he becomes as tough as the scar on his cheek. Death and destruction follow him. Sometimes, it actually seems like people are trying to kill him. By the time Gareth is in high school, friends are a luxury he can do without. But deep inside, Gareth is tender, compassionate, and very gay. The only living soul Gareth lets into his heart is a silent young man who keeps saving his life. Every time Gareth gets a good look at his guardian, the man mysteriously vanishes. Does he even exist? Gareth isn't sure, until the day at school when his world implodes. Teachers suddenly know way more about him than they should. His secret guardian lies wounded on the darkroom floor. Before Gareth knows it, he and his guardian are on the run. Not only is Gareth more important than he ever dreamed, but the future of an entire planet depends on him. It's going to take all the courage and love Gareth has to face his destiny.
eBook Publisher: Torquere Press/Prizm Books, 2012 www.torquerepress.com
eBookwise Release Date: July 2012
8 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [238 KB]
Reading time: 161-225 min.
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
My friend saved my life for the first time when I was five years old.
My parents had decided, with some logic that escaped me even then, that taking up boating would save their marriage. So they bought the only vessel they could afford -- an old aluminum canoe that looked like it had gone over Niagara Falls a couple times.
One hot summer day, they decided to try it on Lake Champlain, the biggest lake in Vermont. My father sat in the stern trying to steer our dented, leaking craft, my mother sat in the bow worrying about skin cancer, and I, their only son, sat miserably in the middle on a blue vinyl cushion -- I can remember how it stuck to my skinny, sweaty little legs -- and tried to squirm out of the red life jacket that was slowly choking me to death. Both of them were yelling at me to sit still and none of us noticed the motor boat coming at us fast out of a narrow cove.
There was only one person in the motorboat -- the driver -- and he was looking over his shoulder at a girl in the water behind him. She was trying to water-ski and couldn't get up. Because she was facing straight ahead, she saw us, pointed, screamed, and let go of her rope. But by the time the man looked around, it was too late, and the boat smashed into our canoe about where I was sitting.
I don't remember much after that, except for a vivid image of a young stranger's blue-green eyes as he pulled me toward the surface, swimming with me. I remember seeing the water around us all turned red and wondered how that could have happened. Later, I realized we were swimming through my mother's blood. In a strange way, that moment, in the young stranger's arms, had been a rebirth for me. It was the moment my world opened up to include him, the boy with blue-green eyes. He was five or six years older than me, and he never said anything, but he held me in a world that had never felt too stable. And now it was suddenly a whole lot rockier than I'd imagined.
The boy gave me to someone in the crowd that had gathered on shore, and later no one knew for sure where he had gone, or where he had come from, or who he had been.