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Racing the Sky by Layla Dorine

When you race the sky, gravity always wins

Racing the Sky Blurb

Nicky dreamed of Cliffhangers, Suicide Cams and the Kiss of Death, wanting more than anything to make it to the professional motocross circuit and dazzle fans beneath the bright arena lights. His bike was his life, his world, especially after his boyfriend, Terry, dumped him for earning a sponsor when Terry couldn't. It's still devastating, being cheated on and cast aside by the only man he’s ever loved, but there’s little he can do about it now but go out there and win, if only to spite Terry.

Enter Gray, and a chance meeting at a roadside diner that leaves Nicky with something more to focus on than the Coffin and Lazy Boy and how impressive a backflip he can pull off at the end of the next event. As the sting of Terry’s betrayal begins to fade, Nicky finds himself drawn to the older man, returning to the diner, and Gray, in every free moment he can spare. It’s almost perfect, but nothing ever lasts, not in Nicky’s world and Terry isn’t quite done making him pay for his success.

In the aftermath, Gray is left helping Nicky pick up the pieces once again, only this time, nothing will ever be the same. Will Nicky be able to see beyond his dreams of twisting in the air and dangling from beneath his bike.... to learn that when you Race the Sky…gravity always wins? 

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About the Author

LAYLA DORINE lives among the sprawling prairies of Midwestern America, in a house with more cats than people. She loves hiking, fishing, swimming, martial arts, camping out, photography, cooking, and dabbling with several artistic mediums. In addition, she loves to travel and visit museums, historic, and haunted places.

Layla got hooked on writing as a child, starting with poetry and then branching out, and she hasn’t stopped writing since. Hard times, troubled times, the lives of her characters are never easy, but then what life is? The story is in the struggle, the journey, the triumphs and the falls. She writes about artists, musicians, loners, drifters, dreamers, hippies, bikers, truckers, hunters and all the other folks that she’s met and fallen in love with over the years. Sometimes she writes urban romance and sometimes its aliens crash landing near a roadside bar. When she isn’t writing, or wandering somewhere outdoors, she can often be found curled up with a good book and a kitty on her lap.

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Excerpt 1

Nicky woke with a throbbing pain behind his eyes and an awful crick in his neck. Not to mention he was pretty sure his left leg was asleep, and he had to piss. With a groan, he opened his eyes and instantly regretted it when sunlight from the living room’s bay window assaulted him. Shielding his eyes, Nicky stumbled to the bathroom, leaving the lights out while he took care of business. His body ached from having spent the night in the chair and his brain screamed that it needed coffee.

He washed his hands and headed to the kitchen, slamming his shoulder into the doorframe on the way. Cussing, he considered just stumbling upstairs to bed when a loud beating on the door caused him to swear more and change directions. Yanking the door open, he cringed at the light, sun spots erupting in front of his eyes and blinding him to who stood there. Terry’s electric blue gaze scowled down at him, framed by his stylishly spiky black hair.

“You look like shit,” Terry commented, practically pushing past Nicky to step inside.

Nicky grunted, unsure of how to respond to that, and not sure if he really wanted to.

“We came for the rest of my things,” Terry stated flippantly, already crossing the living room as Dirk stepped past Nicky.

Of all the fucking nerve. Nicky saw red and closed his eyes, willing himself not to slam the door and throttle Dirk, or, better still, throttle Dirk, toss him out on the lawn, slam the door on him, and then spend the next hour cussing at Terry. Taking a deep breath, Nicky paused, then blew it out slowly as he counted to thirty. Only then did he finally close the door. His head felt like broken glass and he desperately wanted a drink. He even considered detouring to the kitchen to get one, but Dirk and Terry were already upstairs in the bedroom, and Nicky wasn’t about to leave them there alone.

Rubbing his temples, Nicky followed them, stopping in the doorway as Terry pulled a suitcase from the back of the closet and began to pack.

“Hey,” Nicky piped up. “That’s my T-shirt.”

Terry scowled and threw it at him.

“Those are my jeans too.”

Terry held them up, looking them over before he tossed them to Nicky. “They look better on me.”

Nicky seethed as he counted to thirty and then counted to thirty again, holding his tongue rather than going off on Terry.

Terry had turned his attention back to packing and picked up the rune necklace from the dresser that matched the one he was wearing and put it in his pocket.

Nicky’s eyes widened as he did, and he could feel himself getting clammy and cold. “Why are you taking mine?”

“Because I bought them,” Terry reminded him, not even turning around to see the look of hurt on Nicky’s face. Every race since sophomore year when Terry had purchased the runes for them, they’d worn them as good luck charms. It was hard for Nicky to believe that Terry was actually going to take his away. It was more than a prized possession; it was a symbol of failures and triumphs.