Spotlight & Exclusive Excerpt: Sightlines by Santino Hassell

SIGHTLINES
Series: The Community #3
Genre: m/m paranormal romance; psychics; finale
Author: Santino Hassell
Release Date: October 9, 2017

Chase Payne is a walking contradiction. He’s the most powerful psychic in the Community, but the least respected. He’s the son of the Community’s founder, but with his tattoo sleeves and abrasive attitude, he’s nothing like his charismatic family. No one knows what to make of him, which is how he wound up locked in a cell on the Farm yet again. But this time, the only man he’s ever loved is there too.

Elijah Estrella was used to being the sassy sidekick who fooled around with Chase for fun. But that was before he realized the Community wasn’t the haven he’d believed in and Chase was the only person who’d ever truly tried to protect him. Now they’re surrounded by people who want to turn them against their friends, and the only way out is to pretend the brainwashing works.

With Chase playing the role of a tyrant’s second-in-command, and Elijah acting like Chase’s mindless sex toy, they risk everything by plotting a daring escape. In the end, it’s only their psychic abilities, fueled by their growing love for each other, that will allow them to take the Community down once and for all.

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The room around him was white and the floor beneath him was hard and cold. It wasn’t exactly freezing, but it was frigid enough for a consistent shiver to pass through his body, and for the scratch of soreness to have already formed at the back of his throat.It was that scratch, and the coldness beneath his bare thighs, that immediately allowed Chase to realize he wasn’t in his new bed in the cottage.

He was in the silo, and this wasn’t a dream.

Visions had come to him this way for his entire life, and it was still a surprise when he opened his eyes to find himself somewhere else. Especially when everything felt so real.

Chase’s eyes adjusted to the blinding brightness of the room—shocking mostly because it must have been the dead of night outside—and focused on Elijah. He looked so small balled up in a corner with his hands pressed to his ears and his eyes shut. He’d tilted his head back against the ceiling. It looked like he was praying. Or trying to sleep.

And that’s when the music started.

The roar of an aggressive beat intercepted with the growl of a voice so distorted it was hard to make out, or maybe that was the static of the vision making it impossible for Chase to understand. Elijah curled in on himself tighter, hands plugging his ears harder, as his jaw clenched up.

Pain was a bullet to Chase’s heart. Jasper had stolen his empathy ages ago, but when it came to Elijah . . . Chase’s chest was like a cage with wide bars. Easy for the beautiful boy with the smart mouth and luminous eyes to reach in and touch Chase’s heart, even if those feelings never managed to get out.

He stood from his own crouch and walked across the room in measured steps. The cold seeped into his skin with each movement, so he walked faster, moving with the beat, before he reached Elijah. Even after Chase crouched in front of him, Elijah didn’t react. His face was twisted, damp with tears, and his brows all screwed up.

God, he was so beautiful. Even when he was hurt.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Chase put his hands on Elijah’s shoulders and leaned in. There was no way his touch would be felt or his voice would be heard, but he spoke anyway.

“They can’t get you, baby. You’re fucking strong. They’re nothing. You survived too much for some psy kids with distorted brains to mess you up. As long as you can keep your shield up, you can beat them.” Chase brushed his hand alongside Elijah’s face with a gentleness he never showed in the real world. “And if they do manage to get you, I’ll bring you back. Because . . .” He swallowed, that sick feeling taking over even as he beat it back. “Because I do fucking love you.”

The music seemed to lower, and a beat later, Elijah opened his eyes and looked directly at Chase. His brows rose, relief washing over him, and then everything faded around Chase. The white walls crumbled and Elijah dematerialized.

Then Chase woke up.

His heart wasn’t pounding and there was no cold sweat. He lay still and silent in a too soft bed as he gazed up at a ceiling that was far too low, and listened.

No footsteps. No voices. Nothing but the distant hooting of an owl and the wail of the wind outside the windows.

 Santino Hassell was raised by a conservative family but grew up to be a smart-mouthed, school cutting grunge kid, a transient twenty-something, and eventually transformed into a grumpy introvert and unlikely romance author with an affinity for baseball caps. His novels are heavily influenced by the gritty, urban landscape of New York City, and his desire to write relationships fueled by intensity and passion.

He’s been a finalist in both the Bisexual Book Awards and the EPIC Awards, and was nominated for a prestigious RITA award in 2017. His work has been featured in BuzzFeed, Huffington Post, Washington Post, RT Magazine, and Cosmopolitan Magazine.

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