Abroad (Abroad duology, #1)by Liz Jabobs
Published by Brain Mill Press
Released June 27, 2017
New Adult, LGBT
Nick Melnikov doesn’t know where he belongs. He was just a kid when his Russian-Jewish family immigrated to Michigan. Now he’s in London for university, overwhelmed by unexpected memories. Socially anxious, intensely private, and closeted, Nick doesn’t expect to fall in so quickly with a tight-knit group of students from his college, and it’s both exhilarating and scary. Hanging out with them is a roller coaster of serious awkward and incredible longing, especially when the most intimidating of the group, Dex, looks his way.
Dex Cartwell knows exactly who he is: a black queer guy who doesn’t give a toss what anybody thinks of him. He is absolutely, one-hundred-percent, totally in control of his life. Apart, maybe, from the stress of his family’s abrupt move to an affluent, largely white town. And worrying about his younger brother feeling increasingly isolated as a result. And the persistent broken heart he’s been nursing for a while . . .
When Nick and Dex meet, both find themselves intrigued. Countless late-night conversations only sharpen their attraction. But the last thing Nick wants is to face his deepest secret, and the last thing Dex needs is another heartache. Dex has had to fight too hard for his right to be where he is. Nick isn’t even sure where he’s from. So how can either of them tell where this is going?
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Excerpt
Nick didn't
feel better in the morning. At three am, his anxiety had been a shapeless
thing, with weight and texture but part of dreams, too. A sort of terrifying
unreality he had to breathe through.
At eight am, as his alarm shrieked at
him to wake the fuck up, the shapeless, textured thing coalesced into something
more terrifying than the nightly ghosts. If, at ten years old, he'd been aware
that being unable to answer the kids on the bus who asked him why his teeth
looked the way they did would someday end, at twenty, he knew better.
He wanted men. He hadn't really wanted
Lena, in all the years they'd been together. He hadn't really wanted Ashley
during sophomore year when they'd kissed in the art classroom, her hair
tickling his palms where his hands had trembled on her shoulders, and later
humped fruitlessly in her sunroom, sweaty and shaky and half-hard.
He wanted Dex. Of all people, of all the people he had met, he wanted him so much, his hands ached with it.
Nick was past denying anything. All he knew now was the whine in his chest that
told him truth frightened more than denial.
Author bio
Liz Jacobs
came over with her family from Russia at the age of 11, as a Jewish
refugee. All in all, her life has gotten steadily better since that
moment. They settled in an ultra-liberal haven in the middle of New York State,
which sort of helped her with the whole “grappling with her sexuality”
business.
She has
spent a lot of her time flitting from passion project to passion project, but
writing remains her constant. She has flown planes, drawn, made jewelry, had an
improbable internet encounter before it was cool, and successfully wooed the
love of her life in a military-style campaign. She has been nominated for the
Pushcart Prize for her essay on her family’s experience with immigration.
She
currently lives with her wife in Massachusetts, splitting her time between her
day job, writing, and watching a veritable boatload of British murder
mysteries.














































