Welcome to the book blitz for Clean, a stand-alone young adult contemporary LGBT romance by Mia Kerick. See below for information about the book, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.
High school senior Lanny Keating has it all. A three-sport athlete at Lauserville High School looking at a college football scholarship, with a supportive family, stellar grades, boy band good looks… until the fateful day when it all falls apart.
Seventeen-year-old Trevor Ladd has always been a publicly declared zero and the high school badboy. Abandoned by his mother and sexually abused by his legal guardian, Trevor sets his sights on mere survival.
Lanny seeks out Trevor’s companionship to avoid his shattered home life. Unwilling to share their personal experiences of pain, the boys explore ways to escape, leading them into sexual experimentation, and the abuse of illegal drugs and alcohol. Their mutual suffering creates a lasting bond of friendship and love.
When the time finally comes to get clean and sober, or flunk out of high school, only one of the boys will graduate, while the other spirals downward into addiction.
Will Lanny and Trevor find the strength to battle their demons of mind-altering substances as well as emotional vulnerability?
Clean takes the reader on a gritty trip into the real and raw world of teenage substance abuse.
I know it—Draper’s got something up his sleeve. There’s this sneaky look in his eyes he can’t hide behind those bushy eyebrows and I can see it even in the dim light of the shed I can see it.
The nonstop Christmas party that December’s been for me Chad and Lanny is getting kinda old. “Christmas party” makes it sound all sparkly and snowy with candy canes hanging off it but it hasn’t been that kind of party at all, more like booze and weed and more booze and weed in the shed five nights a week maybe six.
“What you smiling for, Draper?” Got this bad feeling in my gut cuz it’s not a bright and happy smile Draper’s wearing but it’s the other kind.
“Borrowed some happy pills from the back of the linen closet in my mother’s bathroom. She’s such an idiot—she doesn’t even know they were in there. And now they’re mine.” The dude cackles and it sounds wild and maybe even evil but nope it doesn’t sound one bit like giggling tonight.
Lanny’s eyes get round and—hey—what’s this sudden messed-up feeling in me? Like maybe a feeling that I gotta protect him cuz it’s my job and it’s what I want to do too. “Well, what the fuck are these ‘happy pills’, Draper?”
“I have an almost full bottle of Oxy, dude. Not even expired yet.”
“Oxy’s strong stuff.”
“No shit, Sherlock. And if we chew them, the high will be better. Big warning—they taste like poison, so I brought Grape soda to help wash ‘em down.”
“I got a bottle of Jack Daniels, Draper. Pete Rankle gave it to me for checkin’ his brakes—we could drink that instead. The shit isn’t bad.” Why the fuck am I trying to distract Draper from giving us a rock star kinda high like you get from OC? Why, huh? An answer pops into my head real fast and I want to ignore it but I can’t: You wanna save Lanny, that’s why.
“We can always spend tomorrow night with Jack D. but tonight it’s these babies.” Chad kneels down on the floor in front of us and spills out a nearly full bottle of white pills onto the quilt on the floor.
Lanny drops to his knees as if he’s transfixed by the sight of the pills and my blood goes cold like ice I swear. Something’s all wrong here all wrong. Gotta turn away from Lanny’s lovefest with those pills, just can’t look anymore. So maybe I’ll look at the heater and fiddle with its buttons or maybe I’ll grab Lanny by the wrists and pull him outta this shed and outta this danger. I shake my head to make the worried feeling go away. I done plenty of drugs before this is no big deal at all. A few pills won’t kill him.
Gotta stop lying…no, gotta stop lying to myself. The truth is this: doing Oxy’s a big fucking deal. Lanny’s never done anything but booze and weed and taking pills is like entering a new zone of messed-up. I don’t know if I can keep him away from this shit anymore cuz he doesn’t really want to stay away. But still I go down onto my knees beside Chad and Lanny and run my fingers through the pile of round white pills they feel smooth and maybe kinda chalky and they’re gonna dull all of my pain and my worries and everything else. These pills are my friends they’re on my side plus they’re free for the most part. And Lanny’s a big boy so he can do what he wants.
About the Author
Mia Kerick is the mother of four exceptional children—all named after saints—and five nonpedigreed cats—all named after the next best thing to saints, Boston Red Sox players. Her husband of twenty years has been told by many that he has the patience of Job, but don’t ask Mia about that, as it is a sensitive subject.
Mia focuses her stories on the emotional growth of troubled men and their relationships, and she believes that sex has a place in a love story, but not until it is firmly established as a love story. As a teen, Mia filled spiral-bound notebooks with romantic tales of tortured heroes (most of whom happened to strongly resemble lead vocalists of 1980s big-hair bands) and stuffed them under her mattress for safekeeping. She is thankful to Dreamspinner Press for providing her with an alternate place to stash her stories.
Mia is proud of her involvement with the Human Rights Campaign and cheers for each and every victory made in the name of marital equality. Her only major regret: never having taken typing or computer class in school, destining her to a life consumed with two-fingered pecking and constant prayer to the Gods of Technology.
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