Finding Home. Excerpt.

    It's only 5 days left until the release of Finding Home. Kai's and Luca's story has been long time coming, It is the first attempt to a book I ever sat down and tried to write.
     It's what the "English language" call a coming of age story, a line of words I don't really understand. I know what they mean but they don't make any sense at all to me. But this is what the story is. 
    What I loved most with writing this story was that it is centered in my home town, Gothenburg. It was a lot of fun to know ever crook and corner when I pictured Kai and Luca doing town.  Gothenburg is located on the west coast of Sweden and is this large city with small city charm, also called Little London. 
    It is what you would call a walking city, the best way of enjoying it to it's fullness is to just walk and then walk some more. Even when you're in the heart of the city you will find it to be like no other big city because it feels small, intimate and cosy with cafés and pubs all over the city. There are a larger shopping mall but mostly you have the indivudual shops along the streets. 
    So, in five days, two days after Lucia a national holiday where we celebrate the dark haired girl with lights in her hair Finding Home will be available for you on Amazon and All Romance. 

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Excerpt from Finding Home: 

“You having fun?” Kai’s voice spoke low in his ear. It was heavy and graveled like he’d just woken up, making Luca frown, turning his head to look at him. What he saw in Kai’s eyes couldn’t be mistaken for anything else but lust. Not even by a novice like him. Luca pulled in a deep shuddering breath, unable to let go of the hot stare.
Unable to speak he nodded. Kai smiled, as if he could see the affect he had on Luca and loved every moment of it.
“What has you thinking so hard, darlin’?”
Oh, my God, did he just call me darlin’. Luca bit his lip to stifle a groan. Fuck him. He swallowed hard, eyeing Kai as he fantasized about him in his cowboy hat, boots, and the same tight jeans he was wearing now. Shit! He was getting excited. He had to stop. He felt the hot prickle as a blush crept up his neck and spread onto his face.
“Oh, now I really want to know what you’re thinking.” Kai let go of his hand, slipping his arm around his waist and pulling him closer, guiding him to a bench in a small cove of the castle wall overlooking the ocean.
The pressure of Kai’s hand on his hip wasn’t harsh but the affect it had on him was like he’d been gripping him hard, hard enough to leave a mark. Luca squirmed, a soft whimper slipping from his mouth. His prick was pushing hard against the zipper of his jeans, the intensity of the moment. The vivid images of Kai all geared up in his mind, together with his emotions running haywire, and he might just come from listening to Kai speak.
“Oh, God,” he whimpered, squeezing his eyes shut, sitting down abruptly on the bench. He reached down, grabbing himself through his jeans, squeezing hard, trying to stave off his impending orgasm. What the hell was wrong with him? Didn’t he have any self-control? A soft chuckle made him open one eye and peer suspiciously at Kai.
“You think this is funny?” He heard the hurt in his voice and couldn’t help it. Luca didn’t like Kai laughing at him.
“Oh, darlin’.”
He gasped at the endearment, there it was again. It really got to him. The endearment itself, and the way it sounded spilling from Kai’s mouth with that twang. It was like being touched.
Kai sat by his side leaning into Luca, one arm around his shoulders, and the other lifted his chin, to tip his face so they were looking at each other.
“I wasn’t laughing at you but if you could see yourself right now…” He didn’t say anything else. Instead, his eyes roamed over him, drinking him in and making Luca’s pulse beat heavily in his ears.
“How do I look?” Luca swallowed and whispered, unable to look away.
“Like pure sex,” Kai said instantly, smiling. “You make me hard.”
Luca watched as Kai’s fingers circled the wrist of his hand in his lap, bringing it over and discreetly cupping the hard bulge in his jeans.