I have a new release to feature today, The Farther He Runs by Lynda Aicher.
In an explosive novel of long-awaited release from the award-winning author of The Deeper He Hurts, two emotionally exposed Marines learn to lean on each other—and discover the courage to act on their innermost needs.
After years away from home, Tanner Dorsey is back and sorting through feelings that have him in a stranglehold. The hardened Marine will do anything for a fallen comrade, so when an accident leaves Finn Kelley fighting for his life, Tanner’s eager to be there for him. In fact, Tanner’s ready and willing to do anything Finn asks—especially if it means finally acting on the sexual tension that’s always kept him craving more.
Finn senses it too—when he brushes against Tanner’s stubbled jaw, when he inhales the scent of the T-shirt that clings to Tanner’s body like a second skin. Now that he’s more vulnerable than ever, Finn knows the time is right to take control, even if it means risking the heart and soul of their friendship. The bond they share goes beyond desire; it’s a bond of brotherhood, forged under conditions few could imagine. But once they cross that line, there will be no more secrets. No more boundaries. And no turning back.
The Farther He Runs is intended for mature audiences and includes an excerpt from another Loveswept title.
I asked Lynda a few questions about her new release, check our her answers:.
Tell us one interesting trait about your heroes.
Finn Kelley is incredibly loyal and prides himself on being strong for others.
Tanner Dorsey is determined and dedicated, but few know what fuels that drive.
Describe The Farther He Runs in 5 words or less.
Emotional. Gritty. Friendship. Love. Family.
Is this book part of a series and when can we expect to see more?
This is the third book in the Kick series. I’m not currently working on more books in this series, but it is open for more stories.
What are you currently working on?
I’m currently working on a new erotic romance series that is still unnamed. This is a m/f series that’s in line with my Wicked Play series.
What is your all-time favorite m/m romance read?
This is hard! I’ve been reading m/m romance pretty much exclusively for over six years, which means I’ve read a lot of m/m stories. If I have to pick a book, the one that stands out in my memory would be Chase In Shadow by Amy Lane.
The Farther He Runs Excerpt
Tanner set his cover and gloves on the entry table next to Finn’s and followed him to the kitchen. Finn was standing at the sliding glass door, staring into the encroaching darkness. Spine still straight, hands clasped behind his back, his military habits shining through.
The gap between them was growing instead of shrinking. The quiet wasn’t exactly awkward, yet it wasn’t normal for them. Not this hitch and stutter of words—or lack of.
“Thank you for waiting for me,” Tanner finally said, the breadth of the kitchen separating them. There was too much space and no way to broach it without blasting it down. How would that go over? Would Finn react or fold?
“I couldn’t not.”
The curt response tore at the pain steadily spreading through his chest. Chris was gone. Dead. No goodbye. Nothing but emptiness.
But Finn was here. Hurting like him.
He went to Finn, shoes tapping out his advance. He’d slept maybe six hours in the last thirty-six, but he’d been trained to endure. Only now he didn’t have to—or shouldn’t have to.
Finn didn’t move when he stopped behind him. Not a shift or even a glance over his shoulder. What was he thinking? Feeling?
They were the same height, another thing the three of them had shared. Like their age, with him being just a year younger than them. It’d instigated more comments and ribbing regarding their bond. In some ways, it had enhanced the equality between them.
Did Finn still feel that? Were they still equal, or had everything shifted?
His uniform was suddenly stifling. Restrictions defined and enforced. Rules hammered in until he responded on reflex, not thought. Responsibility. Expectations. Honor. Courage. Demands. Protocol. He was so damn tired of all of it and had no idea how to live without them.
He swallowed, hunted for words once again, and found none. He was just done, but he didn’t have to be anything for Finn, did he?
Did Finn have anything left for him?
He leaned in, pulled to the strength he longed for. To the friend he’d counted on for so long he didn’t remember life before him. Separated by inches, he rested his forehead on the back of Finn’s head, the bristly hairs tickling his temple. He inhaled, held the dark soap scent that took him back years and welcomed him home.
“I’m so tired,” he mumbled, his emotions tumbling out.
Finn puffed out a soft laugh, tilted his head back. “How long have you been up?”
How did he explain that the exhaustion was more emotional than physical? He straightened, collected himself.
“Don’t.” Finn stepped back until he ran into Tanner. “Just . . . don’t.” His voice cracked, and he quickly cleared his throat, going stiff.
Don’t. Go? Stay? Hide?
He followed his heart on this one, shunning the instinct to run. He’d never run from Finn—or from fear.
He wrapped his arms around Finn’s waist, anchoring him to his chest, to his heart. Relief washed through on a wave of comfort and homecoming. This was wrong but right. Dangerous yet safe.
“I won’t,” he promised. I won’t cross the line. I won’t want more than I can have.
I won’t hold back.
Finn clamped his hands over Tanner’s, held tight as he let his weight fall into him. Cheek pressed next to his, warmth flooding every corner of the cold. It’d been over eighteen months since he’d had this. The connection that didn’t need words. The understanding that bridged pain. The love that sunk deeper and stronger than any sexual release.
But they were just friends. Had always been friends and brothers. Never lovers or even fuck-buddies.
Yet now, he couldn’t remember why.
Except that he couldn’t bear to lose this right here.