Title: Passing Through
Author: Jay Northcote
Genre: contemporary m/m romance
Length: 43,000 words approx
Release date: Friday 20th Feb 2015
Publisher: Jay Northcote
Don’t waste a chance at happiness…
Leo is a lonely workaholic with no time for romance in his life. His job in London takes all his energy and commitment. When he goes to Cornwall to stay with his terminally ill uncle, Edwin, love is the last thing Leo expects to find.
Tris lives in a cottage on Edwin’s land. Gay, but still half in the closet, he and Leo bond over their affection for Edwin, and the pull of attraction between them proves too strong to ignore. In Tris’s arms, in the wilds of Cornwall, Leo finds a peace he’d forgotten existed.
On his return to London, Leo finds himself grieving for more than just the loss of his uncle. When some unexpected news gives Leo the chance to return to Cornwall, he’s afraid it will be too late to rekindle things with Tris. But having learned much from his stay with his uncle, Leo doesn’t want to look back and wish he’d done things differently.
It’s time to seize the day—if it’s not already too late.
On the beach they crunched along the shingle to the edge of the rocks, then turned to look out over the sea. It was almost completely dark now, and the moon was rising, casting streaks of bright silver on the oil-black water.
They stood in silence, watching and listening to the crash of the waves. Leo’s heart felt suddenly too large for his chest. He was overwhelmed by the beauty of the place, a place that had barely changed since his childhood. The sea came and went with the tides, the sands shifted, but the rocks were constant. Yet here Leo was, an adult now rather than a boy, and his uncle reduced to an echo of the man Leo remembered—physically, at least. Unexpected tears prickled the backs of Leo’s eyes as a rush of emotion so strong that it made him draw in a sharp breath assaulted him. He swallowed hard, forcing the feelings back down.
Out of his peripheral vision, he saw Tris turn towards him, but Leo carried on gazing out at the gentle, rolling movement of the sea. Tris shifted his feet in the sand, bringing him closer. The warm skin of his arm brushed Leo’s, and Leo ached for more contact. He needed human warmth and touch to chase away the cold emptiness in his heart.
Seize the day
When I read the synopsis for this book and read the words ‘Terminal Illness’ you know that at some point you are gonna be reaching for the Kleenex but it wasn’t the obvious that had me reaching for them.
Leo returns to Cornwall to look after his uncle when after a run he walks into the kitchen to find a very handsome man rummaging around his uncles kitchen.
Once introduction have been made and it explained that Tris is living in a cottage owned by uncle Edwin and in return for a roof over his head Tris is doing the cottage up, Leo and Tris strike up a friendship which quickly develops into something quite early on.
Leo knows that his time with his uncle is on borrowed time both so Leo and Tris keep their relationship under wraps spending limited time each night cuddled up at Tris cottage.
Edwin soon twigs and encourages them to be open with each other.
Edwin is also hiding a dark secret and decides as time is not on his side he must come clean to the 2 men who mean so much to him.
As things both with Tris and his uncles illness progress Leo must make a decision once the inevitable has happened, go back to his workaholic lifestyle or Seize the day!!!!
This book had me on a rollercoaster of emotions but as with all of Jay’s books it was one HOT read.
When you think that you have yourself composed I have one word for you EPILOGUE
Jay lives just outside Bristol in the West of England, with her husband, two children, and two cats.
She comes from a family of writers, but she always used to believe that the gene for fiction writing had passed her by. She spent years only ever writing emails, articles, or website content. One day, she decided to try and write a short story–just to see if she could–and found it rather addictive. She hasn’t stopped writing since.