I have lived for moments, and for months, upon that land, waiting for that gaze, that touch, that whispered refrain. I have walked the fields of Seacliff, been kissed by the rainbows of Cliaradh Falls, fallen prey to the winter furies, then rescued, grasping, pulling, falling free, by the lilting notes of the Song of Summer as sung by the mermaids and the soul of Arran. It is such a treat to read writing of this quality, in any genre. No superfluous embellishment is employed, and no important details are overlooked. She clearly loves language and uses it expertly yet almost invisibly to further her tale. Fox writes with natural flow and skill, takes us in her eminently capable hands, and carries us down the river - sometimes lazing in sheltering, safe eddies off to the side, sometimes through rough water that cannot be avoided, and always there are the terrible rapids that we know are ahead, though we don't know when they'll come or exactly what they'll look like. I think someone else has said this somewhere, but I'll repeat it because it is my own truth too: she knows my gay heart. And some racy encounters that are just graphic enough to set the scene, and yet also descriptive of the internal somatic, psychological, and emotional brew that can happen when sex is at its best. You will be treated to carefully, lovingly crafted and complex characters. You are in the hands of a master storyteller. He's given his heart away, and it's time to pay the price.
When tragedy strikes, Cam's resolutely held secret is finally revealed and Nichol must face the truth. As the cold Scottish springtime melts into summer, Nichol finds himself falling in love. Even his grandfather takes to the cheeky city boy, whose hard work and good head for figures help set the farm back on its feet. Somehow, Cam quickly charms his way through Nichol's defenses and into his heart. Something about the young man's tired resignation touches Nichol deeply, and instead of giving him the business end of a shotgun, he offers Cam a blanket and a place to stay. He says his name is Cam, and he's on the run from a Glasgow gang. As lambing season progresses in the teeth of an icy north wind, the last straw is the intruder Nichol catches in the barn. His late brother and mother had been well-suited to life on Seacliff Farm. Now he's hip deep in sheep, mud, and collies.
Is there room for love in a heart full of secrets? One year ago, before Fate took a wrecking ball to his life, Nichol was happily working on his doctorate in linguistics.
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