Molly Reviews, Guest Post, Extended Excerpt and Giveaway: Torque by Charley Descoteaux

Sometimes letting things get complicated is the best way to figure it all out.

Mick Randall is on the run, from the biker culture he grew up in and his impossible vision of love. Alaska should be far enough to escape his old life—until he rolls into a wrecking yard and gets lost in a pair of pale, bottle-green eyes.

Scotty Bell has spent years learning to channel his fiery temper into the heat of a welding torch. His sexual heat has always been slower to ignite, but one look at Mick rouses confusion alongside desire. In all his life, he’s only been attracted to one other person—his best friend, Mercy Taylor.

Mick lands a temporary job at the yard, and finds an uneasy crash pad at Scotty’s place…where the ragged ends of his emotions get tangled up in Scotty and Mercy’s relationship.

But when Mick hears a Harley engine from his past bearing down on him, his first instinct is to go back to the half-life he’d been living. Lest his secrets destroy the only two people who’ve ever made him feel whole.

Warning: Contains references to abuse, subversive ideas about sexual identity and gender expression, and a free-range bisexual on a mission.

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I really enjoyed the story up until the storyline with Mick’s brother ended. The tension between Mick, Scotty and Mercy was very well written and you could feel Mick’s internal struggle between his wants and what he feels he should want based on his past. However when the switch came from the end of the chapter with Chuck riding away and the start of the next it was jarring for the three of them to magically just jump into bed without really resolving the issues around why they didn’t in the first place.
I would have liked more of the last quarter of the book to be spent on developing the relationship completely and not just sex. There was a little bit along with some needed resolutions of other parts. But I needed more emotion and feeling from Mercy, Mick and Scotty than the sex. I wasn’t a fan of how Mick and Mercy devised ways to jump start Scotty’s sex drive. It felt like they were forcing him to be more sexual than he may have wanted on his own. However all of the sex scenes did serve a purpose to show an aspect of their relationship that was important.
I really liked Scotty as a character. He was so dynamic and had many facets that melded together to create this guy that was equal parts broken and so damn strong. I would have liked to get in his head a bit more because I just enjoyed him so much. Mick was also an amazing character. He was broken in a completely different way and had practically no self esteem. I enjoyed watching him grow as a character and gain more confidence in himself because of Scotty, Mercy and even Walt a little bit. Mercy was a bit of an enigma. It was hard to know what she was thinking and feeling at times but you also felt for her and the things she’s had to put up with from her family. I would love to get to know more about her.
Overall the story tried to do some amazing things but I wanted the focus on the characters a bit more and their story.
Three and a half

Guest Post:
Charley brings Scotty along to talk about something he’d change about himself. I love that he talks about wanting the changes in the past but not anymore. He’s a pretty great guy just the way he is. Read and enjoy!
Thanks for hosting me, Molly! Or, I should say, thanks for hosting us.

I’m turning this guest spot over to Scotty Bell from Torque. Molly asked him to talk about one thing he would change about himself and why. Okay, Scotty, the floor is all yours!

Okay. Here goes nothin’.

A long time ago I might have wanted to change some things about myself. Sorry, I know you asked about one but these two are related—the fact that I don’t care much about sex, and getting in trouble for fighting.

First, I’m not into the queer lingo. If someone likes it then fine, I’m not going to tell them they can’t use it. But I don’t use it. Even if it might explain some things faster, it reminds me of that old movie “The Warriors” where all the gangs are trying to show how different they are by dressing up in ridiculous costumes. (Pause while Scotty sings a few bars of Joe Walsh’s “In The City”.) That was a cool movie.

And I don’t think I owe anyone an explanation anyway. Not even Mercy or Mick. They don’t seem to need one though, so forget I even said that.

Mercy can call me an ace all she wants but I don’t see it. I mean, asexual sounds like it means no sex. Ever. Even back when I was a kid I got horny for Mercy. Sometimes. Not enough to keep her happy, but that’s water under the bridge. She knows more about that kind of thing than I do, though, so I wouldn’t say she’s wrong. It would be like her trying to tell me what the duty cycle is for my equipment. I know welding; she knows the queer lingo.

I used to get confused about the whole sex thing. (Not because of Mercy—that’s not sex, that’s gender.) A lot of guys have given me a hard time because I don’t go nuts whenever some chick takes off her top at a concert. If she wants to that it’s cool, but it’s not for a bunch of creeps in the pit. She’s doing it for herself, because it’s hot or for whatever reason she has. Not my business. But some guys think it’s their business to get all up in a guy’s face if he doesn’t say their girlfriend has great tits, especially if that face happens to be pointing in their direction when the shirt goes flying. All of my fighting wasn’t about that kind of thing but enough of it was to get my attention. And to get in some trouble.

That kind of trouble is for younger guys, though. I’m past it. Especially since—

Charley: Okay, Scotty, don’t give too much away. Thanks for letting me put you on the spot!

Scotty: Sure. Just don’t write any more books about us and I’ll tell you anything you want to know. *lol*

Extended Excerpt:
Mick slept on the couch for two weeks before Scott let him get dinner. Mick brought a pizza, hot wings and a six-pack. When he offered Scott a beer, Mick thought for a second he was about to get decked.

“No thanks, I don’t drink. But you go ahead.”

Mick put five bottles in the fridge and popped the top on the sixth. The long pull of rich beer felt like cool water after he’d been walking for weeks in the desert.


“Nope. I got enough of that before I was even born, I don’t need any more.”

It only took half a beer for Mick to get past the uncomfortable feeling he should’ve asked Scott to tell him more, or that he should’ve switched to Mountain Dew. Scott rented an On Demand movie, something forgettable with vampires, and they sat in their places on the couch and divided their attention between the movie and the pizza for the next two hours. Tom camped out in his usual spot between their thighs, graciously accepting all the chicken and pepperoni tributes offered to him.

After the movie was over they watched another one on HBO, but didn’t pay much attention to it. Mick had a nice buzz going and was happy to sit back and listen to Scott talk about his project—the VW Microbus he was converting into a flatbed. A warm, fuzzy feeling Mick almost didn’t recognize as happiness set up camp in his gut, and life was good.

He thought, more than once or twice, that Scott leaned toward him in a way that was a little more than friendly, but it had to be the beer.

Too bad.

Mick jerked in surprise when he realized he’d started to lean toward Scott. He had no right to be “more than friendly” to Scott. None at all.

Scott reached out to grasp his shoulder. “You okay, Mick?”

“Uh, yeah.”

“Are you ready for bed?” Scott kneaded his shoulder, sending a current through his body.

“The movie isn’t over.”

“It’s not very good. If you don’t want to finish it, that’s okay with me.” Scott smiled and sat back against the couch, releasing Mick’s shoulder.

He couldn’t help himself, he leaned forward. Only a little bit. He didn’t want to lose Scott’s touch. In that moment, he couldn’t think of anything more important than Scott touching him, not even self-preservation.

Mick Randall wasn’t a stranger to self-medicating with alcohol but before he found Bell’s he hadn’t had a lot of money to spare, and lately he hadn’t had the time. Together, those circumstances had turned him into a lightweight. That had to be the explanation for why he saw a come-on in every glance and heard innuendo where surely Scott didn’t mean any. He’d have to be a lightweight to want so badly to respond to Scott’s touch with an embrace.

Maybe I should quit drinking.

Mick wasn’t capable of walking in a straight line by the time he hit the can, but it didn’t matter. Four beers was plenty and he’d take the other two out of Scott’s fridge the next day and remember not to bring more. If he wanted a drink, he wouldn’t have to drive far. When he left the bathroom his thoughts centered on that warm, happy feeling, and what he could get up to the next day. Before he knew what was happening, Scott had him backed against the wall, both hands spread across his chest.

All that fuzzy warm happiness disappeared, replaced by a tiny shiver of panic mixed with a side of relief. The relief tangled with a mix of “fucking finally” and “what the fuck” that made Mick dizzy. Or maybe that’s just the beer.

“Scott. Maybe I should sleep somewhere else tonight.”

“Yeah. Like in my bed with me.”

“I was thinking like my car, or a motel.”

Scott frowned and pushed him back against the wall harder, caressing his chest and shoulders as he did. The contrast of the unyielding wall against his shoulder blades and the man in front of him spun Mick’s head around once. “You don’t feel anything like Mercy. I knew you wouldn’t.”

“Don’t you think Mercy would—”

“She wouldn’t care. I’m not the only one she fools around with.” Scott leaned against him, chest to chest, close enough to kiss.

“Let me go.” Mick took hold of Scott’s shoulders and tried to push him back, but Scott was stronger than he looked.

“No. I don’t want to.”

“What am I supposed to do now?” Mick couldn’t see a clear path to the door. Panic reared up in the back of his mind—he had no game plan for this, no idea what his part should be.

“You can let me blow you. Or you can blow me. I don’t care who goes first. You want me, don’t you?”

Mick tried to speak but couldn’t. He couldn’t get a decent breath either, not with Scott’s hands on him. He nodded and tried to pull himself together.

“Haven’t you ever hooked up before?”

“Yeah.” Liar.

“Well, so have I. I’m not a little kid. You don’t have to—”

“I know you’re not.” Mick squeezed Scott’s shoulders, anxious to learn how his skin felt over those hard muscles, how those muscles looked when he moved. “I know.”

“So why—”

“I’ve hooked up before.”

“So why not with me?”

“Because it’s different with you. I mean, it would be— I can’t…”

“You think I’m an idiot? Too dumb to know what to—”

“No! No. That has nothing to do—” Mick saw something in Scott’s eyes that made the rest of that sentence turn to dust in his throat. He swallowed hard and was about to—no idea what he was about to do, but he couldn’t stand there forever—when he saw something else that stopped him. “You’re shaking.”

“Yeah.” Scott’s voice had a hard edge so when he surged forward, his erection pressing against Mick’s thigh, it was unexpected.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m trying to keep from punching you in the face.”

“Why do you want to punch me in the face?”

“Because you’re pushing me away. I thought you liked me.”

“I do like you. But—”

“Don’t say it’s not right. I’m dumb but I’m not—”

“I didn’t say you were dumb. You’re not dumb.” Mick could barely speak past his desire, so his last few words came out as breathless as he felt. He’d started panting and the sound filled the short hallway. “Please don’t punch me in the face.”

Scott frowned, but fear and pain was mixed up with the anger and desire showing in his light bottle-green eyes. Mick felt it all right along with him.

“Maybe I should go.”

When Scott didn’t respond Mick slid against the wall, sideways. In just a few steps, Mick wasn’t supporting all of Scott’s weight anymore, didn’t feel his tense muscles or his heat. Mick gingerly pushed off from the wall and walked backward, toward the living room.

“You don’t have to.”

“I think I do.” Mick sat on the sofa to pull on his boots and Scott dropped onto the cushion beside him. Mick straightened, one boot on and one off, and Scott grabbed him and kissed him.

About Charley:
Charley Descoteaux misspent a large chunk of her youth on the back of a Harley, meeting people and having adventures that sometimes pop up in her fiction. She grew up in the San Francisco Bay Area during a drought, and found her true home in the soggy Pacific Northwest. Charley has survived earthquakes, tornadoes and floods, but couldn’t make it through one day without stories.

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