"...A sexy, heartwarming May/December romance featuring two of the strongest, most memorable and intriguing heroes I've ever read. You'll be drawn to Finn as irresistibly as Rowan, and delight along with Rowan in his relentless pursuit of the gruff older man. These men will steal your heart and make you long for more of their story!"--Louisa Edwards, author of Can’t Stand The Heat, St. Martin’s Press
"4.5 Nymphs!...Those who love May/December romances are sure to enjoy Letting In The Light. The characters, Rowan, the overly confident, cocky, young drifter and Finn, the older, reclusive author come across realistically. Their attraction is instantaneous and the sex intense. While their relationship does not always flow smoothly, neither does the author bog it down with a lot of angst. I truly enjoyed this story and can not wait to read more from this author."--Critter Nymph, Literary Nymphs Reviews
"4 Stars!...A delightfully heart-warming May/December romance and the stuff of which good M/M romance is made...For me the strengths of this story lie in Sutherland’s exceptional writing of Rowan and Finn, their intelligent and witty dialogue and their personal introspection. The combination of which make this M/M story, the characters and their relationship believable...If you’ve got a hankering for a heart-warming, sweet and sexy read with two thoroughly engaging characters, intelligent and witty dialogue and plenty of hot M/M sex then Letting In The Light should satisfy your craving."--Indigene, Rainbow Reviews
"4.25 Stars!...Well-written and -paced with likeable, three-dimensional characters...The protags...were believable and sympathetic, especially Finn, who I really liked...I thought it was very humorous at times, especially Finn’s conversations with his 'mouthy muse,' his main series character Jacob Wilde, in his head. I loved how he threatened to kill him off if he didn’t leave him alone. I also thought it was funny how Rowan always seemed to be climbing Finn like his own 'personal Mount Everest'...They had great chemistry and the dialog between them, both in bed and out, was great. Rowan isn’t afraid to ask the hard questions and Finn was generally open to answering them once he realized that Rowan had genuine interest...I wouldn’t hesitate to recommend Letting In The Light to those who like May/December romances and/or those who like opposites-attract stories."--Aunt Lynn, Reviews By Jessewave
...Rowan grabbed his bike and headed back to the house.
As he turned around the corner, he skidded to a halt and nearly collided with the older man, now standing just outside the door, arms crossed, and glowering something fierce. Fuck, he was sexy.
“I counted it twice. It was the right amount. If you’re after a tip—”
Rowan shook his head, breath coming faster as he stared up at Finn. “No. No, that’s not it.”
“Then get the hell off my property, boy.” Finn turned to go back inside, and Rowan barely managed to jump off his bike fast enough to reach the door and catch it before it slammed shut.
Rowan wasn’t really expecting Finn to stop, so when the big man did, it startled him.
“I’m waiting. You have half a second before I pitch you out of my house.”
It was about then that Rowan realized that he, in his rush to stop Finn from slamming the door on him again, had actually pushed inside. Shit. “Sorry.” He paused, tilting back his head and looking up at the other man. “No, scratch that. I’m not.”
“Not sorry? What the hell are you talking about?” It was pretty apparent Finn was about a hair’s breadth from losing his temper, but Rowan was already halfway to losing his own.
“You were rude. Earlier.” Finn’s brows shot up and Rowan rushed to continue before he got cut off. “And maybe other places that would be normal, maybe acceptable, maybe no one would care. But this isn’t most places, and I’m not most people and I do care. So in lieu of a tip…I’d like you to apologize.”
Finn’s eyes—eyes Rowan noticed were a steely blue-gray—narrowed and he took a step toward Rowan. Instead of being intimidated, which he kind of was but wasn’t going to show it, Rowan crossed his arms and lifted his own brows expectantly.
“I’m not scared of you, if that’s what you’re going for, so I’d suggest you apologize and that’ll be that.” If Marty ever found out about this, Rowan was going to be fired so fast he’d have skid marks.
Was it too soon to drop to his knees and give Finn that lesson in blowjobs? Yeah, probably was. Rowan’s stomach twisted in awareness, though, the woodsy scent of the older man flooding his senses every time he drew a breath.
For a long moment, Rowan fully expected to be field-goal kicked right out the door. Instead, after what seemed like forever of them glaring at each other, Finn threw his hands out to the sides and sighed. “Fine. I was rude.”
Rowan tilted his head again, smirking. “Yes, you were.”
“So get out now.”
He shook his head. “That wasn’t an apology. It was an acknowledgement, which is appreciated, but not an apology.” Rowan was half-tempted to throw Finn’s “I’m waiting” right back in his face. But that’d be rude and counter-productive and might just get him kicked out, which was not in his plan. A plan he was making up as he went along, sure, but a plan nonetheless.
“Are you serious?”
Rowan nodded. “Yup. Come on, then I’ll leave and be out of your hair.” And Jesus, it was gorgeous hair. Long, thick, slightly wavy, tumbling to his shoulders and pure silver with just a few tiny sections of dark underneath where it hadn’t completely grayed.
That seemed to be what Finn wanted to hear, because he sighed almost in relief. “Fine, I apologize. I was rude, now get the hell out!”
Rowan grinned, nodding. “You got it. See you tomorrow!” He turned and went outside, climbing on his bike when the doorway suddenly filled with six-foot-six of disgruntled sex walking.
“What do you mean, tomorrow?”
Rowan flashed him another grin. “Grande house blend, no milk, heavy sugar, pecan muffin and a fruit salad. You never ordered from us before, so either you ran out of breakfast food or your cook is out of town for a while, maybe both. Either way, you’ll need breakfast again tomorrow. See you then!”
He popped in his ear buds and pedaled away, Jimi Hendrix drowning out the angry shout he sensed echoing behind him.
Now he was in love...