When you bare your soul…

There are times… rare, precious times… when you slip on someone else’s skin and find the fit to be…

…violently authentic, unrelentingly honest. Bearing the pickling sensations of déjà vu and the ghost images of lives lived, lives lost, lives sinking into turmoil.

Penning The Wrong Side of Right was a visceral slog through the mire of self-loathing and ultimate acquiescence to marginalization that defined the main character, Tony Mitchell.

Tony’s world is harsh reality overlaid by brutal honesty, it’s one where lifelines come without safe words, and acceptance of that simple fact is the price of survival.

It’s not an easy read. It’s intensely erotic and disturbing, not for the faint of heart, nor for those for whom the triggers of non-consent, rape, violence and failure to conform to society’s expectations matter.

1044049_432252933549567_1571840113_nTony’s world intersects with Tank’s. Neither world passes muster for those who crave neat and tidy solutions, who expect resolutions where hope figures prominently, where rose-colored glasses define futures cast in familiar molds.

Tank’s world is chaos. Tony slips inside it and when he does, he finally discovers the missing pieces of himself.

Life has a way of providing answers, if you know how to ask the right questions. Tony doesn’t… his are wrong, a nightmare of wrong. To wake up means Tony must break what’s already irretrievably broken.

There are reviewers who “get” it:

Mal (UK Amazon review):

This is a fictional exposé that leaves you with no illusion of how it feels to be on the receiving end of the bullies and defilers of your most holy space, deep in your psyche.

Tony is shattered in more ways than one and by god I was so traumatized I was floored. I wanted to get on my steed and run to rescue him!

Tony is lost, he’s now going to whoever is willing to hold him next, he loses his compass and is pinging around his microcosm with the recklessness of those who’ve been so violated they no longer care, they don’t care if they live or die, they have no self-respect left after what they’ve endured.

This may be an m/m novel with a lot of self-discovery and testing of personal boundaries, but it is a novel everyone should read. The vocabulary is fantastic, the plot mature, insightful, the emotions are so real you will live them as you read this, and like me you will be taken from despair, through trauma, to heartbreak, to that point where you are with Tony when he finally knows what matters. Making society happy isn’t it.

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THE WRONG SIDE OF RIGHT has a new cover designed by the talented

Bey Deckard who captured the essence of this story.

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Blurb:

Tony Mitchell is a loner who spends most of his life staying low, denying who and what he is until Aiden Caldwell walks into the shop and changes everything. Tony thinks his new supervisor hates his guts, but that doesn’t keep Tony from dreaming and yearning. His fantasies drive him to follow the older man, revealing a secret that only confounds Tony’s obsession.

Conflicted and confused, Tony falls under the spell of a man called Tank who leads Tony down a dark path of seduction and dangerous cravings. Under Tank’s guidance, Tony learns to suspend reality, to succumb. The one thing he doesn’t learn is how to say no.

Aiden Caldwell pulls Tony from the precipice but not from the addiction that threatens to consume the young man.

In the matter of love and trust, can two men intent on hiding their most secret selves find common ground as fate and their own tumultuous pasts conspire to tear them apart?

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About Nya Rawlyns

Nya Rawlyns doesn’t write typical romance. She writes emotion as a contact sport, rough and often raw. It need not be pleasant, heart-warming or forever after. What she seeks is what lies beneath—a dance of extremes, the intersect of need and desire, and the compromises we make when pain and pleasure become indistinguishable. ***** She has lived in the country and on a sailboat on the Chesapeake Bay, earned more than 1000 miles in competitive trail and endurance racing, taught Political Science to unwilling freshmen, and found an avocation in materials science. ***** When she isn’t tending to her garden or the horses, the cats, or three pervert parakeets, she can be found day dreaming and listening to the voices in her head.
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