I'm so happy that Dawn is having me today on the Reading Nook! I'm Sara York, and my new book, Pray The Gay Away, is out. It's the first book in the A Southern Thing series. This project was a little different than most since I did the photography, the cover, and wrote the book. Quite a bit much when you think about it. But this project from start to finish was all mine, and I felt the weight of the responsibility.
Jack and Andrew's story started to take root in October 2013, just when Kindle Alexander had her book, Double Full out. I loved Colt, and his character influenced my writing significantly when I started working on this story.
The emotions required for Jack and Andrew were deep, filling my every waking moment for weeks on end. When they meet, Andrew is ready to end it all, but Jack with his sweet personality and loving spirit saves Andrew, showing him that all isn't what it seems to be. But Andrew's parents are harsh, trying to prevent him from seeing Jack.
Jack knows Andrew is special from the first time they meet, but convincing Andrew that he's not going to take advantage of him proves difficult. Both boys have a lot of issues to work through if they want any type of relationship.
Blurb - Star football player, Jack Miller, had it all. The perfect family, looks, girls hanging on his every word, and the respect of most people in his town. But one thing was missing--a man to be his own.
When Andrew Collins showed up in small town, conservative Sweet, Georgia, he looked more scrawny mutt than high school senior. Andrew's plan was to keep his head down and graduate high school, leaving his family behind to start his real life.
When he meets Andrew, Jack thinks he's found heaven, but reality holds him in check until one night when his lips gently slide across Andrew's and fireworks go off.
As lust and something a little deeper brings them together, compelling them to take chances, people start to notice. Then the unthinkable happens, and Jack's parents find out he likes guys. The battle lines are drawn and they vow to pray the gay away.
When Jack pulled up outside Andrew's house, the front door opened and Andrew's dad stepped out, his face severe. The look cooled Jack's enthusiasm. Then Andrew stepped onto the porch and a shiver raced through Jack. Andrew was just as beautiful as Jack remembered. He hadn't been dreaming up the details. He'd been spot on. Jack blew out a breath, hoping he could keep his desire under control for a while longer.
Andrew nodded and Jack watched as father and son shook hands. To anyone else it might have looked like a friendly gesture, but Jack saw the menace behind the move. Andrew was in trouble, and he probably wouldn't be out of trouble for the rest of this year.
Jack made sure the passenger door was unlocked and sat up straight, not leaning over to give Andrew a peck on the cheek like he wanted to. He kept his hands on the steering wheel too. He'd heard over and over again that nice boys didn't put their hands in their laps. It took him years to figure out what the old church ladies meant. Then he was disgusted that they'd said that in front of everyone, including the girls. When he was younger in church school and had his hands in his lap, he sure as hell wasn't jacking off. The old biddies didn't know, or care, that they were shaming kids that didn't need to be shamed. But Aaron would probably be pissed if he knew Jack had grown slightly hard just seeing Andrew walk to his truck this morning.
"Hey, good to see you," Jack said as Andrew settled in the seat.
"Yeah." Andrew's eyes flashed to his dad before he buckled in. Jack took his cue and didn't say another word until they'd pulled from the driveway and were headed to school.
"Did you have a good night?"
"Yeah. I slept like a baby. I think it was the food. I felt so full."
"Remind me later and we'll stop by for another burger."
"My mom will know. She has a tight reign on my money."
"We'll work something out. Trust me, you don't need to go without McDonalds forever."
They both laughed and Andrew looked like he relaxed a little. Jack studied his profile, taking in the angles and dips of his face. He was thin, almost too thin. Jack turned the truck toward a donut shop near the high school.
"Hey, where are we going? I know school is that way."
"I need a donut."
"Come on. It will take us two minutes to grab one. Just stay in the truck so I can keep it running."
Jack dashed into the store and picked up a muffin and two glazed donuts. He handed the bag to Andrew when he got back in the truck. "Split the muffin with me. I had a taste for it, but I can't eat it all."
Andrew looked at him funny but opened the bag and inhaled deeply. Andrew's stomach rumbled and Jack wondered if his parents were depriving him of food to teach him a lesson. He'd heard of parents doing that. Being exceedingly strict, not to cause their child to lose weight, but as a form of control.
The paper bag crinkled and Jack smiled as he heard Andrew chewing. He looked over and saw that the entire muffin was gone. Andrew's eyes went wide as he glanced in the bag.
"Shit, I ate the whole thing."
"Don't worry. I'm fine. Have a donut. The family who owns the store has a secret recipe. You have to taste them to see if you can figure out their secret ingredient."
"Here, you take your donut just to make sure I don't eat it."
"Okay." Jack took his donut and chowed down as he pulled into the parking lot. The donuts really were the best. "So, what do you think the ingredient is?
"Heck, I don't know. I was too hungry to figure it out."
Jack's anger spiked, but he covered it. "Hey, let me see your class schedule."
Andrew handed him the sheet of paper detailing his classes. Jack looked at fourth and saw that Andrew and he wouldn’t be eating lunch together.
"Shit, you have first lunch. That sucks. I have third. I wanted to eat lunch with you."
"Damn. At least first period is in the same wing. I'll walk you to class."
"You don't have to."
"I want to."
Jack jumped out of his truck and waited for Andrew to climb down. His cheeks were pink and his eyes didn't look so hollow. Jack was proud of getting some food into the boy. After school, he'd bring Andrew home and feed him something. Maybe he could make a pizza or something else with a huge number of calories that would hold Andrew over for the night.
Andrew stayed beside him through the parking lot, but as they approached the school, he started to move slower. Jack turned around and lifted a brow. "What are you doing?"
"You can go ahead and talk to your friends."
"No way, buddy. We're going to walk in there together. You're my friend from Atlanta. I've already told four people and it has spread through the entire school by now. If you don't take pity on me, and at least pretend to be my friend, I'll look like a total dickwad jerk."
Andrew's lips curved up and Jack's heart soared. He was putting way too much into this. In his secret thoughts, the ones he never shared with anyone, he already thought of Andrew as his. The boy wasn't his, and he probably wasn't interested. Andrew had yet to show any interest other than just being nice. Jack would have to win him over and show that they could be more than friends before school ended in May. He didn't know exactly what he wanted, but he knew he needed Andrew by his side to accomplish it.
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Writing is Sara York's life. The stories fight to get out, often leaving her working on four or five books at once. She can't help but write. Along with her writing addiction she has a coffee addiction. Some nights, the only reason she stops writing and goes to sleep is for the fresh brewed coffee in the morning. Sara enjoys writing twisted tales of passion, anger, and love with a good healthy dose of lust thrown in for fun.
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