Book Spotlight & Exclusive Excerpt – Sightlines by Santino Hassell

Book Spotlight & Exclusive Excerpt – Sightlines by Santino Hassell















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.













He found Elijah sitting in the cottage surrounded by zombies.

Some of them had only a trace of cloudiness in their eyes, but others were in full-on just-had-my-brain-realigned mode complete with glazed eyes and vacant stares. There was no doubt in Chase’s mind that they were all medicated, which begged the question as to why he and Elijah were not.

Elijah. Who was sitting pretty in one of the stark-white sweat suits the staff provided all their detainees. Although, his pants seemed to be child sized. They were so tight that Chase’s gaze automatically strayed to the heavy curve displayed between Elijah’s thighs.

Getting to touch Elijah again had done nothing more than jumpstart Chase’s addiction for him. When he finally managed to look up again, he found Elijah’s big brown eyes trained on him. They were narrowed, and Elijah was biting the full swell of his lower lip. Fucking leave it to them to want to smash in the middle of a goddamn horror movie.

“Can I help you, Mr. Payne?”

Chase focused in on the dude, Kier, leading the meeting, therapy session, meeting of the minds, or whatever the hell it was supposed to be. Despite his calm voice and what was likely supposed to be a serene smile, his eyes were sharklike.

“Not really, but I’m gonna need my boy.” Chase jerked his chin at Elijah. “Time to put that ass to work.”

Kier’s brows drew down and there was a subtle curl of his mouth, but he just gave a curt nod. “I’ll see you this evening, Elijah.”

Elijah ignored him and zeroed in on Chase like an eagle. He crossed the room, face lit up but still carefully vacant as he pretended to be as medicated as the others, and went into lamprey-mode. Sliding his slender arms around Chase’s neck, standing on the tips of his toes, and drawing him into a slow kiss complete with a hum of pleasure. He’d probably meant for it to be a chaste show of devotion since he was supposed to be in beta kitten mode, but Chase couldn’t help the way his hands fisted in the back of Elijah’s shirt or the way he slanted his mouth to taste the inside of Elijah’s.

The rest of the room disappeared, and for a good ten seconds, there was nothing but Elijah’s tight body against his own, and the hungry sliding of their tongues. It felt so good to touch him again. And doing it out in the open where it made other people nice and uncomfortable made it even fucking better.

“Mr. Payne . . .”

Chase ripped away with a wild-eyed glare aimed at Kier. He snarled, breathing harder, and slid his hand down to grip one of Elijah’s round ass cheeks.

“You got a problem?”

Kier’s eyes flashed, but he shook his head. “We’re in the middle of a session.”

“Yeah, I see that.”

Chase gave Kier the mean stare down for a moment longer before turning away and dragging Elijah behind him. To his credit, Elijah ignored his likely natural impulse to kick the shit out of Chase for being so demanding. Instead, he gripped at his hand and trailed behind him like a puppy as Chase led him to his room.














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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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