Today we’re so pleased to welcome author Nicholas Kinsley, who’s visiting today with an exclusive excerpt and giveaway of his new novel, Driven. You can enter for the chance to win an e-copy of the book via the Rafflecopter widget below.
Author: Nicholas Kinsley
Publisher: Fantastic Fiction Publishing
Length: 245 Pages
Categories: Paranormal, Sci-Fi, Supernatural
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Blurb: Mitchell Morgan is a quiet young man with dangerous secrets. One of those secrets is a psychic power over metal that makes him far more than just the handsome, blue-eyed owner of Advanced Auto Repairs. The other traps him in a world of organized crime and intense violence.
Trevor Lewis is a graphic designer with a passion for drawing, drumming, and his incredibly hot auto mechanic. He meets Mitchell over a broken tail light, and despite—or perhaps because of—Trevor’s awkwardness, Mitchell is charmed. Trevor’s curly hair and brilliant smile bring light into Mitchell’s complicated world. Mitchell would do anything to save Trevor from the dangers of his criminal life—but first Trevor has to save Mitchell from his own darkness.
Excerpt: He set his pint aside and, elbow on the table, rested his chin in his hand. “Actually, I did meet someone,” he began, purposefully vague.
Kay’s eyes lit up. “Yeah? What’s he like? Is he boring? Tell me he’s not boring so he can offset your utter boringness.”
Trevor gaped and feigned offence with a hand to his chest. “I am decidedly not boring!”
“Right. Let’s think about this for a moment.” Kay cleared their throat with a dramatic ahem. “Trevor Lewis. Hobbies include playing the drums, binge-watching television shows, Reddit, drawing those weird, fucked-up sketches—”
“Those are all perfectly valid hobbies that perfectly not-boring people have.”
“Has a comfortable, mostly-remote job, yet doesn’t take advantage of that fact to get completely and utterly fucked up every night—”
“Some of us prefer sobriety as our default state.”
“Whatever. Go on and tell me about this bloke you’ve met.” Kay put their drink aside to make room for their arms, crossing them over the table and plopping their chin down on top. “I’m all ears.”
“His name’s Mitchell.”
Kay pursed their lips and repeated the name as if to discern the taste. “Mitchell Morgan. Hmm. Okay. Go on.”
“He has long hair, not quite as long as yours, but he can put it in a ponytail. Past the ear, just above the shoulder range. Straight, brown. He talks incredibly quietly, and he doesn’t adjust his voice much when it’s loud around him, so then you have to strain to hear what he’s saying. A bit shy, I think, but maybe he’s just one of those soft-spoken types and doesn’t like to raise his voice.”
Kay quirked a brow. “Intriguing.”
“Isn’t it? The opposite of you, I know. Well, he owns a garage—”
“Like a mechanic? Or he just owns the mechanics?”
“What? Why would he just—Yes, like a mechanic. He’s a mechanic, okay. So his skin looks like it can never quite be scrubbed clean and it’s like his fingers have oil embedded into them.”
“Dirty boy,” Kay said, smirking.
Trevor laughed, unable to help it. “Anyway, I’ve been flirting with him for weeks—”
“Weeks?!” Kay sat upright, and immediately looked disoriented from the sudden change in position.
“No, no, no, not so much every day for weeks. More like I’ve taken my Fiesta in for repairs three times now and kind of let on that I liked what I saw each time I went.”
Kay’s shoulders dropped. “Oh. Alright then. And?”
Trevor grinned and stretched out his response by leisurely reaching for his pint and taking a drink. It lost some of its effect since Kay seemed too drunk to be bothered.
“Today was the third time I went to have work done. Told him I wanted new tyres. He almost declined, said he wanted to, but that he shouldn’t.”
“Because he has a lot of other cars to work on, you know, other customers,” Trevor said, waving a lazy hand in dismissal. “Some guy came in and interrupted us before I could finally ask for his number, but he ended up agreeing to do it and told me to come back tomorrow.” Trevor put his glass down and looked across the table at his friend. “Kay, I’m totally in there.”
About the Author: Nick Kinsley has been writing since a very young age. After going through his earlier school years focused on computer science, he discovered that he would rather be a professional author. He grew up with few friends and a love of books, and hopes to create worlds in which others can find enjoyment. Kinsley currently lives in Maryland.
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