For the man he loves, he will fight—body, mind, and soul.
Fourteen years ago, on a sun-drenched summer day on the banks of Craving’s Creek, Ryde swore to his best friend, Alistair, he’d never be alone in the world. Though Alistair was destined for the priesthood, there was something beyond holy about the first kiss they shared.
But a fun camping trip went horribly wrong when Alistair was involved in a horrific incident.
Now, at age thirty-one, Ryde’s life is a mess of alcohol and the painful imprint of his last look into Alistair’s desperate eyes. Since the evil they encountered on that shore, his first love has been lost to him—until he learns a friend’s wedding is to be officiated by a priest named Father Alistair Genet.
Amid the rush of emotions, one thought crystallizes: Ryde’s love for Alistair not only has never died, it’s stronger than ever. Stronger than God. But it may be no match for the church…and the repressed memories that are slowly tearing Alistair’s mind apart.
First, this is a hard story to read, we don’t get the actual sexual abuse, torture and rap of a minor (seventeen) but it’s implied and the self destructive behavior because of that horrendous incident.
Talk about being the product of your parents, Alistair was raised very religious and brought up believing he was touched by God himself. Rydell parents, while loving seemed self absorbed, father trying to make it big in a new found water company and mother a writer lost in her own world. Leaves him to watch out for his twin sisters and to grow up fast.
Ryde and Alistair have been friends for years but just start exploring the feelings when Alistair is kidnapped and attacked in the woods. Up to this point, we are reading YA 60-70 pages. I get why we need this buildup and it’s sweet, but then we jump fourteen years, and in that time, Ryde parents and granted much younger sisters watch him so incredibly self destruct the catalyst is finding him on the bathroom floor in vomit? And his psychiatrist is ready to wash his hands at the whole thing or at least until he gets his drinking under control. But I guess that’s what they all needed?
The re-connection between these two was bitter sweet and enjoyable yet emotional to read. I’m glad it wasn’t sugar coated.
Again, over all not a easy read, not a Sunday lazy day by the pool, but you’ve got to be in a mood for a darker book, with a HEA.