4.5 stars: "If you like character driven stories that focus on the building of trust through adversity, then I would definitely recommend familiarizing yourselves with these men and this series." Lisa for The Novel Approach
4+ stars: "I can't recommend this enough!...Amelia Gormley is an author to keep on radar." Darien Moya for Pants Off Reviews
5 Sweet Peas: "Velocity is another beautifully written book by Amelia C. Gormley. I look forward to reading more by this talented author." Becky Condit of Mrs. Condit and Friends Read Books
"You know, there's a reason HIV-positive men advertise for each other in the personals. And a reason why HIV-negative men stipulate they don't want a partner who is infected. No one wants to be afraid of the person they're with, or for
the person they're with. They don't want to have to rely on barriers when they want intimacy. They want to trust and feel safe." Lukas smiled sadly, his full lips stretching across gleaming white teeth. "I'm sure you understand that. How can there be any sort of future under those conditions?"
A chill seemed to settle into Gavin's bones and he hugged himself, shivering. His eyes burned. "There's a way. There has to be."
Lukas sighed, a tired, bitter sound. "I hope you're right. I guess from now on I'll just try to limit myself to other HIV-positive men, so I won't have to worry about it."
"You don't know you're positive yet."
"What do you think my chances really are, taking that many risks for so long?"
"I don't know, but it's not going to help you to assume anything." Gavin wiped his palms on the wool of his suit pants, wishing the sickening fear in his gut would abate.
help me?" Lukas asked, moving closer. "I know I have no right to ask, after what I've put you through, but you...you made me see how wrong I was. It's because of you that I've decided to do this."
Gavin stared at him, alarms screeching in his head, reluctance and mistrust warring with an unavoidable sense of obligation. "I don't--"
" Lukas was close now, way, way
too close. Gavin practically scrambled to back away, only to hit the counter.
Lukas's eyes pleaded with his, large and wet. "I'm scared," he whispered, his voice cracking. "Please help me."