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A Clean Break (Gay Amish Romance #2) by: Keira Andrews
reviewed by: Becky
They've escaped to the outside world--but can they really be free?
David and Isaac have found happiness in each other's arms. In faraway San Francisco, Isaac's brother Aaron helps them explore confusing "English" life and move beyond the looming shadow of their Amish roots. For the first time, David and Isaac can be openly gay, yet they struggle to reconcile their sexuality with their faith. At least they don't have to hide their relationship, which should make everything easier. Right?
But while Isaac thrives at school and makes new friends, David wrestles to come to terms with the reality of the outside world. Haunted by guilt at leaving his mother and sisters behind in Zebulon, he's overwhelmed by the hustle and bustle of the city as he works to get his carpentry business off the ground.
While David and Isaac finally sleep side by side each night, fear and insecurity could drive them miles apart.
I love when an author can pull off a perfect sequel to a magical first book, and let me tell you, this author did just that! Everything you love about David and Issac is here in this book, but you also start to see some insecurities and homesickness, which is par for the course when you give up your whole way of life, not to mention your family! You will get drawn into this story, and feel every emotion these men go through. The end of this book, ahhh I know you will be counting down the days until you can find out what happens in the third book, because I know I will! This is a sequel worth its stock, don't miss this one friends! Thank you Keira for a sequel that is worth its salt and so much more!
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NOW FOR THE EXCERPT! YAY!
“David?”
He jerked up
from where his chin had fallen to his chest, blinking at Isaac
standing by the bed. “Uh-huh. I was just…” He looked at the pen
and pad of paper abandoned on his lap.
Isaac smiled
softly, reaching out to brush back a wisp of David’s hair. “Sorry
to wake you.”
David rubbed his
eyes. “I shouldn’t be napping anyway. I’ve only been up a few
hours.” Granted he’d woken just after five, which somehow seemed
early now. The wooden blinds were open, and the room was warm with
morning sun.
“How’s your
letter coming?” Isaac asked as he climbed onto the other side of
the bed near the mirrors.
He leaned beside
David against the padded headboard, and their shoulders rubbed. They
were both wearing new T-shirts and what the English called
sweatpants. Isaac hadn’t put the gel in his hair, so it sat flat
against his head, giving him tiny bangs again.
The only words
on the page were Dear Mother. “Still working on it,” David
answered. An understatement if ever there was one. “I thought you
and Aaron were having breakfast and spending some time together.”
“We are. But
you know you don’t have to hide up here, right? Unless you want
some time alone. Which is fine.”
“I know.”
Truthfully David didn’t want to be a…third wheel, as the English
said. But he’d also been determined to finally get his letter
written.
“I meant to
ask—is that the side of the bed you like? I guess I’m used to
sleeping on the left, but maybe you are too.”
“I had my own
bed at home, so I don’t mind which side I take now. I hope you like
sharing with me better than Nathan.”
Isaac pursed his
lips and tapped his chin. “Hmm. I suppose so. But if you
start snoring all of a sudden the way he did, I’m pushing you to
the sidewalk.” He frowned. “No. The curb. I think that’s how
that goes.”
David smiled.
“I’ll do my best.” He nodded at the paper in Isaac’s hand.
“What do you have there?”
“It’s what I
wrote to my parents. I wanted to sleep on it before I mailed it. Can
you…?” He held it out.
David unfolded
the page. Isaac’s script was tight and neat, as if he’d been
concentrating on making every letter perfect.
Dear Mother
and Father,
It is hard to
know what to say. I know you all must be hurt and angry at my
decision to leave. I need you to know that I did not make this choice
lightly. I cannot live in Zebulon or any other Amish place. I prayed
on it a lot, and I know in my heart that God has a different path for
me.
I was not
sure whether to tell you this or not, but I am with Aaron in San
Francisco. That’s in California. You should know that he cares
about you all very much. He teaches math in what they call a high
school, and he has a very nice wife. There are no children yet.
David is here
with me. Neither of us wanted to hurt you or his family, but we
realized we could not stay. David has been a loyal friend. He helped
me see the truth in my own heart. I hope you can forgive us for going
into the world. I will write more soon, and if you will write back to
me, it would make me very happy. I hope Ephraim, Nathan, Joseph, and
Katie are well. Please tell them I miss them. I have enclosed a note
for each of them as well.
Your son,
Isaac
David refolded
the paper and exhaled a long breath. “It’s good. That was nice,
what you said about me helping you see the truth. Thank you.”
Although he was sure Isaac’s parents wouldn’t thank him for it.
Isaac smiled. “I
didn’t even know I was gay.” He shook his head. “It still feels
odd to say that out loud. Gay. But without you I’d still be
there, miserable and hopelessly confused about why I didn’t want to
date any of the girls, no matter how pretty they were.”
They kissed
softly, and David rubbed Isaac’s nose with his own. Putting the
letter aside, they stretched out on the bed. “Your father asked
once what I thought of you.” David slowly circled his hand on
Isaac’s bare stomach under his shirt. “It was a Sunday, I’m
sure. Out by the barn, waiting for church to begin.”
In his mind,
David could hear the clatter of buggies arriving in the damp morning.
The whinnies of the horses, and the quiet rumble of the men talking.
He’d been watching for Isaac, hoping to spot him before the
service.
“When was
this?” Isaac asked, a smile playing at his lips.
“A week or two
after you came to work with me. I was already having such lustful
thoughts for you, and I must have blushed as red as an apple when he
asked. But I told him you were an ideal student. He seemed pleased—he
even smiled. He was proud of you.”
“I wonder what
he thinks of me now,” Isaac whispered. “Or if he’s already
forgetting me, like he did Aaron.”
David continued
his circles on Isaac’s stomach, focusing on the warmth of Isaac’s
belly to keep the tension at bay. “Do you think it would ever cross
their minds? That the reason we left together is because
we’re…together? I can’t imagine my mother would even think of
such a thing. No one ever talks about it—not even the preachers
really. It’s like being gay just doesn’t exist.”
Isaac tangled
their feet together. “Like we don’t exist. The real us, I
mean.” He sighed. “I don’t think my parents would suspect it.
Aside from Anna, I don’t know if anyone has.”
David bolted
upright with a spike of adrenaline. “Anna? Anna doesn’t
know. She can’t.”
“Actually, I
think she does.” Isaac squeezed David’s leg.
David leaned
against the headboard and jerked his knees to his chest, wrapping his
arms around himself. Every conversation with his sister from the past
months reeled through in his mind. “But…”
Isaac sat and
folded his hands in his lap, fiddling with his fingernails. His foot
jiggled. “I’m sorry to upset you.”
“I’m not…I…”
He forced air into his lungs. “Why do you think she knows?”
“You said
yourself nothing gets by her. The day we had church at my house, when
I was helping your mother up the ramp? She asked if I could drive
Mary and Anna home from the next singing since you’d be taking
Grace.” He swallowed hard, his gaze returning to his hands. “The
way Anna looked at me… I just knew. She was so sad for me.”
Nausea seethed
in his gut, and David rested his forehead on his knees. “I can’t
imagine how you felt hearing that.” He could, though. Devastated.
Heartbroken. Hollow. “I hated pretending. I never should have.
Not then, after everything between us.” When Isaac’s fingers
brushed through his hair, David leaned into the touch.
“I felt like
the time I got kicked by Abram Lapp’s mule.”
“Please
forgive me.” David lifted his head. “I never wanted to hurt you,
but I knew I was hurting you all the same. I was weak.”
Isaac’s eyes
glistened. “We’re all weak sometimes.”
“Never again.
Not when it comes to you.” David pulled Isaac into his arms,
murmuring into his new short hair. “Never.”
Isaac held on
tightly. “Of course I forgive you. Always, my David.”
Their lips met,
and everything else was forgotten as David tasted Isaac, breathing
him in with a familiar heady rush as they stretched out, bodies
entwining and tongues seeking. Moving on top of him, David licked and
kissed down the column of Isaac’s neck as he rolled his hips.
He loved the
sensation of Isaac beneath him, eager and responsive, making little
noises in his throat that sent blood rushing straight to David’s
cock and left his head light.
“Do you think
it’s worse?” Isaac asked breathily, tugging at David’s
clothing. “To do this on a Sunday when we should be worshipping at
church?”
David pushed
himself up on one arm. He raked his eyes over Isaac—flushed cheeks
and his wet lips parted. His amber eyes already dark with desire and
his hair sticking up where he’d slid down the pillows. David shoved
up the hem of Isaac’s tee until it bunched around his neck.
He ran his
fingers around Isaac’s nipples and through the light hair scattered
over his chest. Then down over his quivering stomach, drinking in the
way Isaac’s breath caught as David dipped into his bellybutton and
teased the hair below his waistband. Isaac’s cock tented his
sweatpants, and David knew he wasn’t wearing anything underneath.
“I want to worship you,” he
whispered.
Copyright © Keira Andrews
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After writing for years yet never really finding the right inspiration, Keira discovered her voice in gay romance, which has become a passion. She writes contemporary, historical, paranormal and fantasy fiction, and--although she loves delicious angst along the way--Keira firmly believes in happy endings. For as Oscar Wilde once said, "The good ended happily, and the bad unhappily. That is what fiction means."
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