The Boys of Summer

by Sarah Madison

The Boys of Summer - Sarah Madison
Editions:Kindle - 2nd: $ 6.99 USD
Pages: 210

David McIntyre has been enjoying the heck out of his current assignment: touring the Hawaiian Islands in search of the ideal shooting locations for a series of film company projects. What’s not to like? Stunning scenery, great food, sunny beaches…and a secret crush on his hot, ex-Air Force pilot, Rick Sutton.

Everything changes when a tropical storm and engine failure force a crash landing on a deserted atoll with a WWII listening post. Rick’s injuries, and a lack of food and water, make rescue imperative, but it takes an intensely vivid dream about the war to make David see that Rick is more than just a pilot to him. Will David gather his courage to confess his feelings to Rick—before it’s too late?

Finalist in the 2013 Rainbow AwardsNominated Best Historical in the Goodreads M/M Romance Reader’s Choice AwardsSelected as a Best Read in 2013 by Jessewave and a Top Pick Read by The Romance Reviews. Winner of Best M/M Romance in the 2013 PRG Reviewer’s Choice Awards.

Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
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Pairings: M-M
Heat Level: 3
Romantic Content: 5
Ending: Click here to reveal
Character Identities: Gay
Protagonist 1 Age: 26-35
Protagonist 2 Age: 36-45
Tropes: Beach Romance, Hurt / Comfort, In Uniform, Rescue, Trapped Together
Word Count: 800000
Setting: Hawaii, United Kingdom
Languages Available: English

“I don’t think we’ve got much choice.” Sutton’s voice was grim. “We’re lucky to have that much. Hold on, these trees are coming up faster than I’d like.”


Still fighting to keep the nose of the plane up, Sutton guided the recalcitrant aircraft toward the so-called clearing, the ground rising up to meet them far faster than was comfortable. David found himself leaning back in his seat, bracing his hands on the console as the tops of trees scraped the underside of the plane. Branches swiped at the windshield, and David had the sudden impression of being in a car wash scene as written by Stephen King.


“Duck your head!” Sutton barked. “Wrap your arms around your legs!”


“And kiss my ass goodbye?” David shouted, raising his voice over the increasing noise as he obeyed Sutton’s orders.



Incredibly, Sutton laughed. It was an oddly comforting sound. Like everything was somehow going to be all right because Sutton was at the controls.


The moment of humor was gone in a flash. The plane screamed with the sound of tearing metal and the sharp, explosive crack of tree limbs and breaking glass. David kept his head down and his eyes closed, praying to a God he was pretty sure had more important things to do than to keep up with the well-being of one David McIntyre. Despite being strapped in his seat, his head and shoulder thumped painfully against the passenger side door as the plane thrashed wildly. There was a moment of eerie, blessed silence, and for an instant, the assault on the plane seemed as though it had lifted. Eye of the storm, David thought, just before the plane hit the ground.


Someone had left the window open and it was raining on him. How incredibly annoying. He shifted, intent on reaching for the offending window, when a jolt of pain ran through his shoulder and he gasped. When he opened his eyes, nothing made any sense at first. Then he remembered the crash, and realized that his side of the plane was pointing up at the sky. The rain was coming down in a steady stream through the broken windshield. The sound of the rain on the metal hull of the plane was nearly deafening.


He winced at the pain in his neck when he turned to look over at the pilot’s seat. Sutton was slumped to one side in his chair, unmoving. His sunglasses were hanging off one ear.


“Oh God, oh God, oh God,” David murmured, hastily undoing his seatbelt so he could reach across to Sutton. His skin was cold and damp where David touched it, and adrenaline pounded through David’s veins as though he could jumpstart Sutton’s heart by sending his own pulse beating through his fingertips. “Sutton! Rick!”


David fought to free himself of his seat, twisting for greater access to the other side of the cockpit. When the seatbelt came open, he fell half across Sutton. Sprawled practically in his lap, David could now see the nasty cut on the left side of Sutton’s temple. The pilot’s side of the plane had taken a lot of damage, and David yelped as he encountered a sliver of glass. Bits of the windshield and console were scattered like confetti over Sutton’s jacket. “Sutton!” The lack of response was unnerving. He tossed aside the sunglasses and worked a hand down into Sutton’s collar, feeling frantically for a pulse.


He could have kissed the man when Sutton suddenly groaned.


“Rick, are you all right? Can you understand me?” David began feeling around for additional injuries.


“I could never understand you, McIntyre,” Sutton said in a fair approximation of his slow drawl. Even the half-smile was a good imitation of his usual expression. “Who tours the toughest jungles in the South Pacific dressed to play golf?”


“Hah-hah, very funny, keep your day job. Oh, no, wait. Forget that. You’re not so good at the day job either.” Relief made him almost giddy. They were going to be okay. Everything was going to be okay.


Until Sutton tried to move and caught his breath painfully.


“What, what is it?” David tried to reach down around the other side of him, to see what the problem was. He felt something wet, warmer than the rain coming in the windshield, and he pulled back his hand to stare at it in shock.


His hand was covered in blood. The metallic odor of it caught him unaware and almost made him gag.


“Shit,” Sutton said mildly. “I seem to be stuck on something.”


Stuck?” David knew he was practically shrieking, but what the fuck was he supposed to do, miles from nowhere, with an injured man impaled on God knows what, who might die and leave him here all alone.

Reviews:Susan Mac Nicol on The Romance Reviews wrote:

I am not ashamed to say I cried reading this book. I'm not normally one to do this but when I reached a certain part of this story, I blubbered like a whale. Now I'm not going to tell you anything about the event that made me weep, as that would spoil it, so you'll have to read it for yourself.

I truly loved this book. It's the first time I've read anything of Sarah Madison's and needless to say, I intend reading anything else she's written. Ms Madison has a style that draws you into the lives of her characters, plays their story out with ease and makes you feel you are there with them.

David McIntyre is happy in his job as a scout for touring the world, looking for ideal locations for film projects. He likes his lifestyle of good clothes, fine wine and living the high life. And when he meets the sexy and rough ex Air Force pilot, Rick Sutton, on one of his scouting projects, he feels life just couldn't get any better. Until the small plane they are both in crashes, leaving them to depend on each other for their survival. David soon finds out that he has an inner core of steel beneath his rather 'socialite' appearance, which is put to good use when he has to take care of an injured Rick.

David finds himself fantasizing about Rick in many ways, not least the burning desire to have his way with him. And when he has an extremely vivid and erotic dream about the pilot, David realizes that what he feels for Rick isn't just a crush or the need for a quickie, but a much deeper and more intense emotion.

There was a lot of humor in this book with the banter between David and Rick, a trait I enjoy as it makes the reading journey so much more enjoyable. The relationship between these two men develops slowly but intensely. Being together, the only two humans on a deserted island, makes the need to bond and support each other so much more necessary.

Ms Madison writes with a wonderful flowing style, her words effortless and magical, drawing you into her story. This book is not filled with sex but more sensuality, and when the sex does happen, wow! It's intimate, loving and filled with emotional overtones. I loved David and his endless supply of optimism, his surprise at his inner strength when he actually manages to survive a plane crash and become Rick's 'doctor'. And the quiet, strong, determined Rick, who's also finding himself with feelings beyond what he thinks he wants, is a wonderfully rich character.

I can highly recommend this book to anyone wanting a romantic, sensual read with plenty of wonderful funny and tender moments. I'd advise having tissues at the ready though, unless it's just me being 'uber' sensitive. You decide.

About the Author

Sarah Madison is a writer with a little dog, a large dog, an even bigger horse, too many cats, and a very patient boyfriend. An amateur photographer and a former competitor in the horse sport known as eventing, when she's not out hiking with the dogs or down at the stables, she's at the laptop working on her next story. When she’s in the middle of a chapter, she relies on the smoke detector to tell her dinner is ready. She writes because it’s cheaper than therapy.

Sarah Madison was a finalist in the 2013, 2015, and 2016 Rainbow Awards. The Boys of Summer won Best M/M Romance in the 2013 PRG Reviewer’s Choice Awards. The Sixth Sense series was voted 2nd place in the 2014 PRG Reviewer’s Choice Awards for Best M/M Mystery series, and 3rd place in the 2105 PGR Reviewer’s Choice Awards for Best M/M Paranormal/Urban Fantasy series.

Fool’s Gold was voted best M/M Romance in 2016 by the PGR Reviewer’s Choice Awards. Sarah Madison was voted one of the top ten M/M romance authors in 2016 by Gay Book Reviews.

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