Title: Caught Inside Series: A Boys on the Brink Novel Author: Jamie Deacon Publisher: Beaten Track Publishing Cover Artist: Natasha Snow Release Date: September 29, 2016 Romance Genre(s): Contemporary, Young Adult, LGBT Words: 83,000 View on Goodreads
About the Book
BlurbLuke believes he has his life figured out…and then he meets Theo. It should have been simple—a summer spent with his girlfriend Zara at her family’s holiday cottage in Cornwall. Seventeen-year-old Luke Savage jumps at the chance, envisioning endless hours of sunbathing on the private beach and riding the waves on his beloved surfboard. He isn’t interested in love. Though his rugged good looks and lazy charm mean he can have his pick of girls, he has no intention of falling for anyone. Nothing prepares Luke for his reaction to Theo, the sensitive Oxford undergraduate who is Zara’s cousin and closest friend. All at once, he is plunged along a path of desire and discovery that has him questioning everything he thought he knew about himself. No one, especially Zara, must find out; what he and Theo have is too new, too fragile. But as the deceit spirals beyond their control, people are bound to get hurt, Luke most of all. Caught Inside was named a finalist in the 29th Annual Lambda Literary Awards for Best Gay Romance, the 5th Annual Bisexual Book Awards for Best Young Adult Novel, and the 2017 Next Generation Indie Book Awards for Best LGBT Fiction.
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About Jamie Deacon
Author BioJamie lives in a tranquil spot close to the River Thames in Berkshire, England, and has always been just a little out of place—the only redhead in a family of brunettes; an introvert far more at ease with dogs than with people; a connoisseur of simple pleasures in a society intent on the quest for wealth and fame. Despite an outward cynicism, Jamie is a romantic at heart, and, when not immersed in a book, can mostly be found writing emotional stories where young men from all walks of life are thrust headlong into the breathless, euphoric, often painful whirlwind called love.
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“OK, ready to impress?” I pull my T-shirt off over my head and turn to Theo, squinting against the late morning sun. Beyond him, the sea stretches out like a sleeping monster, tranquil and vast. The barest breeze ruffles the surface of the water and takes the edge off the heat. Terrible surfing conditions, but ideal for teaching Theo the basics.
He grimaces. “Think I'm still hungover."
"Not making excuses already, I hope.” Sprawled on the blanket in her bikini, Zara pushes herself up on her elbows to watch us, eyes shielded behind dark glasses.
"Why?” Theo asks. “You up for showing us what you're made of?"
"Hardly. I'll leave it to you to make a fool of yourself."
"Hey, have some faith,” I say. “He's learning from a master, don't forget."
Theo shakes his head with a smile. “Still, somehow I don’t think I’ll be impressing anyone. Not after that display of surfing prowess yesterday.”
“Trust me, you’ll be an expert in no time.”
Theo looks sceptical, but crosses to dump his T-shirt on the blanket and retrieve the longboard we unearthed in the shed. His stomach muscles, tanned the same pale gold as the rest of him, ripple as he straightens and lopes to join me. My cheeks warm. I glance away, gesturing for him to lay the board on the sand.
To begin with, I show Theo the correct way to stand, left foot centred in front, right foot at an angle towards the back. Then I lie flat on the board and demonstrate propelling myself to my feet in a single fluid motion. The first time Theo tries it, I laugh.
“What?” He shoots me a quizzical glance. “Did I do it wrong?”
“No, that was fine. It’s just…you’re goofy footed. You put your right foot forward instead of your left.”
“Oh, is that bad?”
“Never did me any harm. Seriously, that was great for a first try. Have another go.”
I make him practise a dozen more times. Once I’m satisfied he has it down, I clap him on the back. “Knew you’d be a natural. Ready to try it on the water?”
“As I’ll ever be.” With a thumbs-up to Zara, who returns the gesture from behind her magazine, Theo hefts the board and we plunge into the waves.
Being a strong swimmer, he masters the art of paddling with ease, and his upper body strength helps him keep the board stable.
“You’re doing brilliant,” I tell him. “But now for the tricky part.”
I get him to turn and head a little inland. With the water lapping around my chest, I hold the board as steady as I can on the swell while Theo attempts the same manoeuvre we practised on the beach. He powers to his feet, struggling to find his equilibrium, before toppling away from me into the water.
He emerges, grin rueful, and pushes the sopping hair out of his eyes. “That went well.”
“Hey, you almost had it there. No one does it first time.”
“Not even you?”
“Not even me. Give it another go.”
This time, he manages to stay upright for a few seconds before losing his balance, almost collapsing on top of me. I reach out to catch him and, for a split second, the leanness of his chest grazes mine. Something hot, embarrassment spiked with a reaction I can’t define, jolts through me.