Title: The Parable of the Mustard Seed
Author: Lisa Henry
Publisher:Self Published
Release Date: 3 April 2020
Heat Level: 3 – Some Sex
Pairing: Male/Male
Length: 79 000 words
Genre: Romance
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Synopsis
The past never stays buried forever.
John Faimu is an Australian-Samoan
police officer who deals with hurt kids every day. He loves what he does, but
he’s tired of the grind of shift work, and of trying to find a balance between
his job, his family, and the young man who straddles the increasingly blurry
line between both.
police officer who deals with hurt kids every day. He loves what he does, but
he’s tired of the grind of shift work, and of trying to find a balance between
his job, his family, and the young man who straddles the increasingly blurry
line between both.
Caleb Fletcher was the teenager John
saved from a cult eight long years ago, and he’s now the young man John wants
in ways that neither of them should risk.
saved from a cult eight long years ago, and he’s now the young man John wants
in ways that neither of them should risk.
Eight years after his rescue, Caleb is
still struggling with PTSD and self-harm. John has always been his rock, but
now Caleb wants more. Can he convince John to cross a line and love him the way
they both crave? And when the monsters from Caleb’s past come back seeking to
silence him for good, will John’s love be enough to save him?
still struggling with PTSD and self-harm. John has always been his rock, but
now Caleb wants more. Can he convince John to cross a line and love him the way
they both crave? And when the monsters from Caleb’s past come back seeking to
silence him for good, will John’s love be enough to save him?
The Parable of the Mustard Seed is an mm
gay romance featuring hurt/comfort, first times, found family, and angst with a
happy ending.
gay romance featuring hurt/comfort, first times, found family, and angst with a
happy ending.
Excerpt
Fucking hospitals.
John scrubbed his knuckles over his
scalp. He felt more tired now than he had for a long time, and it wasn’t just
the shift work. It was Caleb, and this place, and the knowledge that they’d
been here before and they would be here again. Different hospitals, different
beds, different scratchy blankets and too-cold air conditioning, but all of
them stuck in the same old cycle.
scalp. He felt more tired now than he had for a long time, and it wasn’t just
the shift work. It was Caleb, and this place, and the knowledge that they’d
been here before and they would be here again. Different hospitals, different
beds, different scratchy blankets and too-cold air conditioning, but all of
them stuck in the same old cycle.
Eight years of this.
It wasn’t always this dramatic. Most of
the time it didn’t end in a hospital. Most of the time it was increasingly
erratic behaviour. It was risk-taking. It was subtle and pervasive, but John
knew how to read the signs. He’d talked Caleb down from plenty of metaphorical
high places before. Enough to wonder every time if he was only delaying the
inevitable. If Darren was, and the psychiatrists and psychologists were, and
the pharmacists.
the time it didn’t end in a hospital. Most of the time it was increasingly
erratic behaviour. It was risk-taking. It was subtle and pervasive, but John
knew how to read the signs. He’d talked Caleb down from plenty of metaphorical
high places before. Enough to wonder every time if he was only delaying the
inevitable. If Darren was, and the psychiatrists and psychologists were, and
the pharmacists.
John sighed.
Of course it felt hopeless. It was
almost three in the morning and he was sitting in a fucking hospital. Shit
always felt dire in the middle of the night.
almost three in the morning and he was sitting in a fucking hospital. Shit
always felt dire in the middle of the night.
John reached out and brushed his
fingertips against the back of Caleb’s right hand. His skin was cold to the
touch, his fingers white and bloodless. Several of his knuckles were grazed.
The wounds weren’t fresh.
fingertips against the back of Caleb’s right hand. His skin was cold to the
touch, his fingers white and bloodless. Several of his knuckles were grazed.
The wounds weren’t fresh.
Darren had said last week that Caleb had
punched a wall. Out of nowhere. No warnings signs, no meltdown, just a sudden,
furious burst of anger that had broken over him. And afterward, Darren said, when
Caleb was sitting on the floor nursing an icepack, he’d refused to talk about
it.
punched a wall. Out of nowhere. No warnings signs, no meltdown, just a sudden,
furious burst of anger that had broken over him. And afterward, Darren said, when
Caleb was sitting on the floor nursing an icepack, he’d refused to talk about
it.
Sometimes even Caleb didn’t know what
the fuck was happening in his head.
the fuck was happening in his head.
John’s fingertips brushed the wrinkled
edge of the tape that held the canula in the back of Caleb’s hand. The plastic
tape was dry and rough.
edge of the tape that held the canula in the back of Caleb’s hand. The plastic
tape was dry and rough.
“I bleed and you’re here.”
Fuck.
John straightened and turned his face
toward Caleb’s. His face was pale, his lips colourless. Dark circles carved out
hollows under his eyes.
toward Caleb’s. His face was pale, his lips colourless. Dark circles carved out
hollows under his eyes.
“Your dad called me,” John said. “He’s
on his way.”
on his way.”
Caleb’s gaze dropped away.
John leaned closer and frowned. “What
the fuck are you doing, mate?”
the fuck are you doing, mate?”
“Bad night.” Caleb pressed his lips into
a thin white line.
a thin white line.
“Were you clubbing?” John gestured at
his clothes: dark jeans, a tight shirt, and—what were the kids calling them
these days?—expensive kicks.
his clothes: dark jeans, a tight shirt, and—what were the kids calling them
these days?—expensive kicks.
Caleb inspected the bandages on his arm.
“Yeah.”
“Yeah.”
“What happened?”
“Nothing.”
“Don’t bullshit me, Caleb.” John was
always there to pick up the pieces, but he didn’t coddle Caleb. He never had,
not even at the start. “You think I drove all the way here to listen to you lie
to me?”
always there to pick up the pieces, but he didn’t coddle Caleb. He never had,
not even at the start. “You think I drove all the way here to listen to you lie
to me?”
“I was with a guy.” Caleb flinched as he
said it.
said it.
“Were you safe?”
Caleb’s gaze faltered. “I was with a
guy.”
guy.”
“So you said.” John wondered what
reaction Caleb had been expecting. “Were you safe?”
reaction Caleb had been expecting. “Were you safe?”
Caleb nodded, turning his face away.
John studied him for a moment, unsure
how to react. A part of him was afraid to react at all in case any reaction was
an overreaction. Caleb wasn’t coming out as gay—he’d done that at nineteen—but
by admitting to a sexual encounter he was coming out in another way: Caleb was
coming out as human being who wanted to be touched. A human being with sexual
needs. This was a big step. The biggest in a long time. Nobody had expected him
to remain celibate forever; nobody thought that was remotely healthy. But fuck,
this big step had turned into a hell of a stumble, hadn’t it? Caleb was in
freefall.
how to react. A part of him was afraid to react at all in case any reaction was
an overreaction. Caleb wasn’t coming out as gay—he’d done that at nineteen—but
by admitting to a sexual encounter he was coming out in another way: Caleb was
coming out as human being who wanted to be touched. A human being with sexual
needs. This was a big step. The biggest in a long time. Nobody had expected him
to remain celibate forever; nobody thought that was remotely healthy. But fuck,
this big step had turned into a hell of a stumble, hadn’t it? Caleb was in
freefall.
John reached out and squeezed Caleb’s
shoulder. “Did this guy try something? Something you didn’t want to do?”
shoulder. “Did this guy try something? Something you didn’t want to do?”
“No.” Caleb shifted. His worried gaze
found John again. “No, it was me, not him.”
found John again. “No, it was me, not him.”
John nodded.
“We went to a hotel.” Caleb’s gaze
slipped away again. “He said I was a slut.” His voice hitched. “Said I was bad.”
slipped away again. “He said I was a slut.” His voice hitched. “Said I was bad.”
John moved his hand from Caleb’s
shoulder to his cheek. Caleb was still so cold. “If you tell me he was being a
prick, I’ll track the fucker down.”
shoulder to his cheek. Caleb was still so cold. “If you tell me he was being a
prick, I’ll track the fucker down.”
“The way he said it, I was supposed to
like it. Wasn’t his fault.” Caleb closed his eyes. “I didn’t even mind, not
much, not when he was there.”
like it. Wasn’t his fault.” Caleb closed his eyes. “I didn’t even mind, not
much, not when he was there.”
John sighed. “What happened when he
left?”
left?”
Caleb shuddered. “When he left, all I
could hear in my head was Ethan.”
could hear in my head was Ethan.”
John tensed, and tried not to let Caleb
feel it.
feel it.
“So loud,” Caleb sighed.
John withdrew his hand. “Look at me.”
Caleb opened his eyes.
“Next time you hear Ethan Gray in your
head, you don’t listen to him.” John shook his head. “You call you dad, or your
doctor, or you call me, doesn’t matter what time, you call me and I will be
there. You understand me?”
head, you don’t listen to him.” John shook his head. “You call you dad, or your
doctor, or you call me, doesn’t matter what time, you call me and I will be
there. You understand me?”
Caleb jerked his chin in a nod.
“You don’t cut yourself, Caleb.” John
frowned. “You understand me?”
frowned. “You understand me?”
“Okay,” Caleb murmured.
The worst part, John knew, was that
Caleb meant it, and would go on meaning it right up until the next time he was
holding a blade against his wrists.
Caleb meant it, and would go on meaning it right up until the next time he was
holding a blade against his wrists.
You’ll break my heart one day, Caleb
Fletcher, I know you will.
Fletcher, I know you will.
John forced a smile. “Okay.”
Caleb sighed and closed his eyes.
John watched him until he fell asleep,
then got up and hunted down a blanket.
then got up and hunted down a blanket.
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Meet the Author
Lisa likes to tell stories, mostly with
hot guys and happily ever afters.
hot guys and happily ever afters.
Lisa lives in tropical North Queensland,
Australia. She doesn’t know why, because she hates the heat, but she suspects
she’s too lazy to move. She spends half her time slaving away as a government
minion, and the other half plotting her escape.
Australia. She doesn’t know why, because she hates the heat, but she suspects
she’s too lazy to move. She spends half her time slaving away as a government
minion, and the other half plotting her escape.
She attended university at sixteen, not
because she was a child prodigy or anything, but because of a mix-up between
international school systems early in life. She studied History and English,
neither of them very thoroughly.
because she was a child prodigy or anything, but because of a mix-up between
international school systems early in life. She studied History and English,
neither of them very thoroughly.
She shares her house with too many cats,
a dog, a green tree frog that swims in the toilet, and as many possums as can
break in every night. This is not how she imagined life as a grown-up.
a dog, a green tree frog that swims in the toilet, and as many possums as can
break in every night. This is not how she imagined life as a grown-up.
Lisa has been published since 2012, and
was a LAMBDA finalist for her quirky, awkward coming-of-age romance Adulting
101, and a Rainbow Awards finalist for 2019’s Anhaga.
was a LAMBDA finalist for her quirky, awkward coming-of-age romance Adulting
101, and a Rainbow Awards finalist for 2019’s Anhaga.
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