Title: Arrows Through Archer
Author: Nash Summers
Release Date: June 14, 2017
Length: 70,000 words
Genre: M/M, romance, contemporary
Tags: loss, grief, hurt/comfort, age difference, depression
After the loss of his parents, Archer Hart is consumed by grief. Each day, he struggles his way through classes, parties, and trying to put on a good front for the sake of his best friend. But at night, he falls asleep to the sound of gunshots ringing in his ears.
Mallory is a man fighting a war of emotions all his own. When his son invites his best friend back home to Banff over a college break, he’s happy for the company.
Some time during the late-night talks, subtle smiles, and long, long silences, the two men begin to find solace in one another.
But love isn’t always easy, especially when it strikes you straight through the heart.
“What does she like?”
Mallory’s sigh was heavier than the collapse of a nation. “White wine. Reading biographies. Jazz music. Pasta primavera. Laughing. Swimming in the summer, skiing in the winter. My shirt.”
“All good things to like.”
He stopped speaking. It wasn’t one of those comfortable silences full of hope and contemplation. The silence felt toxic.
“So,” Mallory said eventually. “So, I don’t know. You like puzzles and whiskey. And you listen to classic rock with me, although I’m painfully aware you don’t like it. And you love those chocolate cupcakes I brought home from the bakery last week, but you hate the bran muffins I make. And you like running and guns and silence, and Sarah doesn’t like any of those things.”
It was obvious now to see and hear how much he’d drunk.
“She doesn’t like puzzles.” Finally, Mallory turned to me, his eyes alight. “I want to be with a woman who likes puzzles.”
“I don’t understand.”
“You look so damn happy sitting at the kitchen table, puzzle pieces scattered around.”
I closed my eyes. “You should go to bed.”
“I know,” he said quietly.
I stood. “Are you coming in?”
He ignored my question as he stared down at his now-empty glass. “Puzzles make you happy, don’t they?”
Sharpshooter by nature, my instincts told me to go in for the kill. “It’s not the puzzles that make me happy, Mallory.”
Immediately, his eyes locked with mine. “Don’t do this to me, Archer.”
Alone, I left the workshop, while Mallory remained behind.
Meet the Author:
Nash Summers rarely has any idea what she’s doing. But when she likes to pretend, she pretends by writing stories at the pace of drying paint. As if that wasn’t exhilarating enough, Nash also enjoys absolute silence, general politeness, and waiting her turn in line. Needless to say, she’s a bona fide hell raiser.
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