It Could Happen by Mia Kerick | Tams Review & #giveaway @Dreamspinners @MiaKerick

Three misfits, mismatched in every way—Henry Perkins, Brody Decker, and Danny Denisco—have been friends throughout high school. Now in their senior year, the boys realize their relationship is changing, that they’re falling in love. But they face opposition at every turn—from outside and from within themselves. Moving to the next level will take all the courage, understanding, and commitment they can muster. But it could happen.

Henry is a star athlete and the son of religious parents who have little concern for the future he wants. Brody is a quirky dreamer and adrenaline junkie, and Danny is an emo artist and the target of bullies. Despite their differences they’ve always had each other’s backs, and with each of them facing a new and unique set of challenges, that support is more important than ever. Is it worth risking the friendship they all depend on for the physical and romantic relationship they all desire?

In this unconventional new adult romance, three gay teens brave societal backlash—as well as the chance that they might lose their treasured friendship—to embark on a committed polyamorous relationship.

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Tams gives this one 2.5 Stars...

Henry, Brody and Danny have been friends for a while and somewhere along the way, realize that they could be so much more. But their families and friends aren't as supportive as they should be, not to mention what the outside world thinks of not just a gay relationship, but a relationship that involves three men. I struggled with this book I'm sad to say. I liked the three young men fine, thought they were strong as individual characters. My problem with the relationship is that they didn't fit together that way. At least not for me. I'm a menage snob I readily admit, but the key factor to a strong, menage relationship is the three parts when put together making a stronger whole. Henry, Broday and Danny definitely had a strong, stable friendship... but the romance felt forced and unbelievable for me. I also had a feeling of dejavu a few times, as this story read eerily similar to "Us Three" another menage story by Kerrick. Sorry, I tried so very hard to like this book but I wasn't crazy about it in the end. Excerpt... I remember thinking it was better than sex. Not that I had any way of knowing that. Henry came up from behind me. “Shit! Like, holy shit!” “Epic,” I corrected him, but since I didn’t yell, my word blew away in the wind. We took a few steps back and grabbed Danny’s skinny wrists to pull him up between us. Then we stood close together in a line, as though three boys could form a wall against Winifred’s fury. Between the wind and the sand and the waves and my friends, my senses were full. But the full feeling only lasted a few seconds. A tug in my heart I didn’t want to feel pulled me away from my wall of friends. I sprinted toward the water. As I ran toward the crashing waves, I lifted the camera to my face and snapped the most amazing shots since the ones I took during the thunderstorm on Pierce Hill in July, when I felt certain I was going to be zapped by a bolt of lightning. At that point I was on autopilot. I kicked off my hiking boots, which I always wear untied, and yanked my T-shirt over my head. Then I wrapped up my camera in my shirt and ran down to the water. That’s not exactly the full story. It really went more like this: I could hear Danny and Henry shouting my name, but I tuned them out and tuned Mother Nature in. I ran straight into the water and got knocked right down. A wave—the Hulk Hogan of waves—pushed and pulled me like a ragdoll. I should have been scared, but I wasn’t. Not at all. I was energized because I was part of Nature’s fury. I didn’t have to think or feel or worry anymore. When I finally managed to stand up, my heart pounded as though I’d run a 5K. My adrenaline spiked to legendary levels, and my lungs screamed for oxygen. My brain kept asking, “What comes next?” But then I felt big hands on the back of my shorts. They pulled me away from the wildness and the exhilaration. Oh… and the danger. Once we were on the dry sand, Henry yelled into my ear, “What the fuck are you thinking, dude?” I stuttered something like, “I’m just… it’s just….” I had no idea how to explain what I was thinking when I decided it would be a good idea to take a swim in the churning ocean. I decided to go with distraction instead of a lame explanation, so I said, “Let’s lie on top of the snack hut, huh? We can climb up there and be one with the wind.” This is a major reason why I love Henry. He almost never lectures me about how I take unnecessary risks with my life, because he knows me. And he knows that the chances I take are very necessary. Without them I’d probably shrivel up and blow away like that paper bag in the wind. He just said, “Cool. Go get your shirt and camera and boots, and I’ll grab Danny.” Within five minutes Henry knelt on top of the Branton Beach Snack Shack’s metal roof and pulled up Danny, who kept on calling me “a major dipshit.” I helped out by pushing up on his biker boots. Once he was on the roof, I grabbed on to both Henry and Danny’s dangling hands, and they hoisted me up. Then we lay flat on our backs in a tight row on top of the gritty metal roof—Henry and Danny on either side of me—so close I could feel the sand on their arms grinding against the sand on mine. And once my heart stopped pounding, I grabbed Danny’s small hand and Henry’s big one. They squeezed my palms enough to hurt—both of them—but I knew I deserved the pain. It was fair punishment and so much better than a lecture. “Dipshit—you’re a dipshit!” Danny yelled the word into the sky. He must have been mad at me too, because his voice was louder than the roar of the waves and wind combined. After about the tenth time, I shouted back, “Maybe so, but I’m your dipshit.” And I squeezed their hands, but not too hard. It was epic. 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. Contact Mia at miakerick@gmail.com. Website: http://miakerick.com/ Twitter: @MiaKerick Be sure to leave a comment to be entered into the TTC Books and more monthly comment giveaway. EVERY comment that is relevant to the specific post will be entered. Prizes include various gift cards and swag donated by Publishers, Authors and blog Owner. REMEMBER TO LEAVE YOUR CONTACT INFO! How else will I notify you if you win?