Guest Author, Mia Kerick!

Today I’m pleased to host my friend, Mia Kerick, and her latest adult release, Out of Hiding!

Hello, thank you for inviting over Charley… I am going to chat about my video trailer with you…


Since middle school, music has always motivated me to write…to create. It is not simply the sound of the melody or the sweet vocals that move me.  The lyrics seem to find their way directly into my heart.

The dawn is breaking

A light shining through

You’re barely waking

And I’m tangled up in you


My assistant, Beckey White, is about as compulsively creative as the author she assists. (Yes, me…Mia Kerick.) Her need to invent…to craft…new ways to interpret and promote my books knows no limits.

I’m open, you’re closed

Where I follow, you’ll go

I worry I won’t see your face

Light up again

Beckey and I were working hard together to promote my new adult M/M release, Out of Hiding, the story of an awkward, scruffy hippie-ish type of man meeting a smooth, cool meticulous dancer, and falling in a guarded sort of love. With Beckey’s direction, I visited blogs and posted attractive images including quotations from my book. It was working!! Out of Hiding remained on Amazon’s top 100 Lists for close to a month!

Even the best fall down sometimes

Even the wrong words seem to rhyme

Out of the doubt that fills my mind

I somehow find

You and I collide

Beckey had a new idea to grab attention for Out of Hiding. She suggested a book video trailer. A what? Not to worry, Beckey assured me. She created this:

It knocked my socks off. I had to watch it three times, one right after another, to fully absorb it.

I’m quiet you know

You make a first impression

I’ve found I’m scared to know I’m always on your mind

To read along as my storyline was introduced, accompanied by pictures and serenaded by the song “Collide” by Howie Day, a song that had come to mean so much to me, was almost surreal. Beckey had reached into my brain and devised a video that perfectly introduced the characters, the concepts, the conflicts in Out of Hiding, all set to the tune “Collide.”

Even the best fall down sometimes

Even the stars refuse to shine

Out of the back you fall in time

I somehow find

You and I collide

“Collide”… because that is essentially what happens to Philippe and Dario’s hearts.

Don’t stop here

I lost my place

I’m close behind

Philippe is awkward… so scruffy and insecure and shy. Nonetheless, he is in New York City, struggling to be strong.

Even the best fall down sometimes

Even the wrong words seem to rhyme

Out of the doubt that fills your mind

You finally find

You and I collide

 Dario is cool and confident… meticulously styled and in control. He is a survivor.

You finally find

You and I collide

You finally find

You and I collide

Neither man will be the same after their hearts collide.

Check out my newest adult release, Out of Hiding, and its awesome video trailer! Allow your heart to collide with the magic of New York City’s dance scene, as well as with a painful and ultimately jubilant love story.


After graduating from high school early, twenty-year-old Philippe Bergeron spent the past several years lost among the stars while fishing off the New England coast. A shoulder injury ends his dream of living reclusively on the water, and he finds himself lost among the bright lights of New York City. His older brother, Henri, has asked Philippe to chaperone his seventeen-year-old niece, Sophie, on her tours of the city’s legendary dance programs.

Sophie meets with professional dancer and choreographer, Dario Pereira, to prepare a routine for her college auditions. Dario’s cool perfection and immaculate style contrast with Philippe’s awkward scruffiness, but it wakes desires Philippe thought he’d left behind. When the attraction is surprisingly returned, Dario’s confidence won’t let Philippe remain invisible. Unsure but curious, Philippe relaxes his rule of isolation, and as the summer progresses, his relationship with Dario leads him to a surprising discovery of his submissive sexual tendencies and a greater sense of self-awareness.

Tragedy threatens to destroy the connections Philippe has made and forces him to retreat into the shadows of his past, far from the radiance of Dario’s love. Ultimately, he must decide if it is time to stop hiding and set himself free.


“So tell me. What happened inside your head at Steps on Broadway… when you ran for the stairs? I heard what Kenny said, but what I’m interested in is why you reacted by retreating instead of punching him out.”

I wanted to say that I didn’t know why I’d bolted. But I did know.

He won’t put up with lies. He’ll leave me if I don’t come clean.

“If you don’t want to tell me about it then just say so.”

“I… uh….”

It was like I could feel his stare probing at my brain.

Pressing and pushing and urging me to open up.

“I want you to be able to talk to me, Philippe. Please….”

“I… I’m afraid… that if I do… talk to you, that is… you’ll see me.”

He didn’t say anything to that confession. He just looked at me with his head tilted to the side, which made me even more insecure about the turn our conversation had taken.

“You know, that you’ll really see me and not… not like what you see.”

“And then what would happen, Philippe?”

“If you didn’t like what you saw, then I would know for sure that I shouldn’t have let you see me in the first place.”

“And then… then what? What could possibly be so bad?”

I shifted around on my chair, trying to find a comfortable position, which wasn’t happening, so I took a minute to focus my mind on Ringo’s drums, hoping to center my thoughts. “It doesn’t hurt to be invisible, Dario. But it hurts me to be stared at… and it hurts the most to be left alone, even if it is exactly what a certain part of me wants. So if you’re really looking at me, as in, closely, and you don’t like what you see, then I get both things I always try so hard to avoid. I get exposed… and maybe deserted.” It all spilled out in a convoluted spurt, didn’t it? And I waited for a rush of regret about letting Dario see all of the turmoil that was rushing around in my head. Weird thing was, it didn’t come.

The waitress, however, did come. All cheerful and bright-eyed, she chirped, “Here, sir, is your Grilled Norwegian Salmon and your Blackened

“Chicken Pasta. Please be careful, the plates are both very hot. Now, can I get you boys anything else?”

I looked to Dario, and he shook his head at me, and so I, in turn, shook my head at her. Then I mentally kicked myself for being unable to come up with anything polite to say to her, and forced a smile.

“Well, then enjoy your dinner.”

Steam from the entrées rose up between us. The food smelled great, and the way the opposite scents blended together only made it smell better. But neither of us reached for our silverware.

“Thank you for telling me that. I’m sure it was not easy. Now tell me what you were thinking when you took off today, at Steps on Broadway.”

Drops of sweat rolled down the sides of my face. I felt naked, as I had so often as a child. But still I answered him. “His words got me noticed, stared at, even, by everyone in the lobby… and by you. And at that very moment, I felt like nothing was worth the feeling of being spotted and gaped at.”

Only after Dario picked up his silverware, did he finally set me free of his gaze. “Sometimes, Phil, you need to take a risk in life.” He stuck his napkin on his lap and then drove his fork into his rice. “Maybe you should look at it this way, if you never take a risk by putting yourself out there, you’ll keep on getting what you’ve always gotten. But if you do take a chance on something, or on someone—like me, for example—that is when amazing things can happen.”

I sat there beneath Ringo’s drum set, frozen with the shock that I’d really opened my heart enough to tell Dario one of my secrets, and yeah, I was also scared that I wanted so badly to take a risk on this man. “I’ll try.”

Dario looked up. In the past thirty seconds, he’d unbuttoned, and then rebuttoned the collar of his shirt three times, like he was nervous too. “You will?”

“I want to take a chance with you. But I’m scared that Kenny might have been right—that I’m not good enough for someone like you. And maybe it would be easier to just stay invisible.” I had no idea where I’d found the courage to be so honest. It was unlike me, but I supposed that maybe I’d decided Dario was right, and it was time to take a risk. If anyone was worth it, he was.

Dario’s sudden anger caught me off guard. “Kenny’s just a jealous bitch! He would love to be with a man as beautiful and sweet and genuine as you. But he knows that he doesn’t stand a chance with someone of your sensitivity and beauty… and of your quality.”

I took my own silverware in hand and unwrapped it from the napkin. I tried so hard not to shake my head to deny his words, confident in my belief that he was mistaken about me.

“But, Philippe, you just told me that you are going to risk feeling the things you fear the most, for me. It looks like I have somehow managed to win the jackpot, haven’t I?” He smiled warmly, the way he had earlier. “Now, don’t let your food get cold. Eat.”

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About the Author:

Mia Kerick is the mother of four exceptional children—all named after saints—and five nonpedigreed cats—all named after the next best thing to saints, Boston Red Sox players. Her husband of twenty years has been told by many that he has the patience of Job, but don’t ask Mia about that, as it is a sensitive subject.

Mia focuses her stories on the emotional growth of troubled men and their relationships, and she believes that sex has a place in a love story, but not until it is firmly established as a love story. As a teen, Mia filled spiral-bound notebooks with romantic tales of tortured heroes (most of whom happened to strongly resemble lead vocalists of 1980s big-hair bands) and stuffed them under her mattress for safekeeping. She is thankful to Dreamspinner Press for providing her with an alternate place to stash her stories.

Mia is proud of her involvement with the Human Rights Campaign and cheers for each and every victory made in the name of marital equality. Her only major regret: never having taken typing or computer class in school, destining her to a life consumed with two-fingered pecking and constant prayer to the Gods of Technology.

My themes I always write about:

Sweetness. Unconventional love, tortured/damaged heroes- only love can save them.

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