They’ve both survived hell. Marsh Clarkson—the Pathfinders’ brilliant, stubborn genius—was shattered by an explosion and chained to a chair he refuses to see as anything but weakness. Therapy is the last thing he wants.
Eli Carmino knows scars don’t make you weak—they make you a survivor. He comes to Obsidian Ridge to help others heal, not to fall for a sharp-tongued, magnetic man who’s hurting in ways he recognizes all too well. When Eli’s violent past resurfaces, the fragile trust between them becomes their only shield.
Because sometimes holding the line isn’t about the battle outside—it’s about not letting go of the one person who makes survival worth it.
Be Warned: m/m sex
Excerpt:
The water was the only place Eli still trusted. No lies there. No hidden hands waiting to strike. Just breath, stroke, breath, flip when he got to the end of a length.
He swam until his skin puckered, until his arms trembled. Until the weight of his memories threatened to drag him down and make him disappear.
You’re nothing, Elias.
You think that medical uniform makes you special? Makes you safe? The Colonel’s voice slithered in through the cracks in Eli’s mind.
He kicked harder. Another lap. His lungs burned. His vision blurred.
They’ll never believe you. You’re the unstable one. The liability.
Marsh’s voice folded in next.
You’re not honest. You’re not real. You’re just filler.
His strokes faltered.
His thigh cramped.
Mid-stroke, the pain hit—sharp, electric. He tried to compensate, but the other leg followed. He gasped, inhaling water instead of air. His lungs screaming for air
He flailed. Swallowed more.
Once.
Twice.
Three times under.
And then he stilled.
This is it.
The irony was not lost on him. That his sanctuary, the one place he could breathe, would become his coffin.
But an arm—strong and sure—gripped around his shoulders, arms, chest. Dragging him upward.
He broke the surface coughing violently, water spewing from his lungs as he was hauled to the edge and manhandled up onto the side of the pool.
He collapsed against the cold tiles, shaking, gagging.
“Breathe, Eli. Goddammit, breathe.”
The voice was ragged. Familiar. Angry. Worried.
Marsh.
Eli opened his eyes. Marsh was soaked, sitting beside him, one leg hanging into the pool, the other gone.
“What…?” Eli rasped.
“You were drowning.” Marsh’s voice cracked. “And don’t even try to tell me this was some intense cardio bullshit. You were trying to silence the voices.”
Eli felt his stomach flip. How did he know? “I was just swimming.”
“No, that wasn’t just swimming,” Marsh snarled, “you were listening—to voices that don’t deserve space in your head. The kind that don’t stop unless you fight back.”
Eli rolled to his side, arms curled around his middle. “They wouldn’t stop. I swim to shut them down. And it works—until it doesn’t.”
Marsh exhaled slowly. “You can’t outpace pain in the pool. Believe me, I’ve tried with tech, with silence, with every distraction I could engineer.”
Eli was quiet for a beat. Then frowned. “How are you here?”
“I saw you in the cameras.” Marsh shifted beside him. “Saw the way you swam. Like you were trying to outswim your shadow.”
Silence stretched.
“I don’t even remember getting in,” Eli whispered. “I just needed to move. I couldn’t stay still—not with them shouting at me like they were.”
Marsh nodded. “I know those voices. I know what they sound like when they pile on top of each other. When they drown out your own.”
Eli didn’t answer.
“Whatever they said,” Marsh added, “they were wrong.”
Eli blinked hard. “You don’t even know what they said.”
“I don’t need to,” Marsh dismissed. “I’ve heard their kind. Had them inside my own skull most of my life, and absolutely since the day I got blown half to hell and back.”
They sat in silence again, broken only by the still harsh breathing of both men.
“I’m sorry,” Eli said finally. “For last night. For this.”
“You’re not the one that needs to apologize,” Marsh replied. “I’ve been—an asshole. To everyone. Especially you last night. And I’m sorry.”
“I think we both earned a little forgiveness,” Eli said. “Starting with ourselves.”
Marsh’s mouth twitched. “You’re the second person to call me on my shit today.”
Eli coughed a laugh. “We’re building momentum.” He looked around. “Uh, Marsh, where is your chair?”
He watched as an adorable sweep of red swept across Marsh’s face. “Um, well—” he leaned forward and looked down.
He didn’t!
Eli leaned forward and saw the unmistakable shape of a wheelchair at the bottom of the pool. “I guess that’s one way to get into the pool fast.”
Marsh barked a laugh—it sounded rusty and hardly used. Then he warmed into it, with Eli joining in. It took a minute or two to calm down.
Eli pushed himself up to sit beside Marsh at the side of the pool. “I’ll get a couple of the guys to jump in and get it out later, and will go grab one of the others from the infirmary for now.”
He went to stand up, intent on putting a shirt on and heading over to the infirmary, but Marsh grabbed his arm. Eli looked up, their gazes locked.
“You need a better coping mechanism,” Marsh said. “Suicide by swim meet isn’t a long-term strategy.”
“You need to start living again,” Eli countered. “Not just existing.”
They locked eyes. A truce, fragile but real.
“I’ll try if you do,” Marsh stated. “Deal?”
Eli nodded. “Deal.”
The moment lingered. Warm. Real.
And for the first time in a long time, Eli didn’t feel like he was treading water alone.
Book 3 of the Pathfinder series. Can be read as a standalone.
The plot was intriguing and well written. World building was solidly drawn. The characters were very complex and complicated and perfectly steamy together. Thoroughly enjoyed and highly recommend.
Grab a copy, kick back and enjoy!
5/5
Riveting!
Written by C. B. on 20th Jan 2026
This is an intense, emotionally draining and uplifting at the same time adventure that challenges and strengthens character, enhances commitment and demonstrates the physical and emotional bravery of Marsh and Eli. Marsh and Eli are both navigating from places of physical pain, and mental and emotional trauma. Eli, is the counselor, but he is wounded also. Eli and Marsh, recognize they both need to move forward to heal their own pain and choose to collaborate. This is a purposful, strong story of two men to self assess and choose to heal rather than give up. Maia, does an amazing job giving Eli and Marsh the time and space to move on a 360 self improvement healing path. Great story, excellent main and supporting characters holding us captive to their process and progress. Well done!
5/5
Great series
Written by Dee176 on 20th Jan 2026
This is book three of the Pathfinders series and it was another really great addition, Eli and Marsh’s story will take you on an emotional rollercoaster that kept my attention from start to finish, looking forward to reading more from this series.
5/5
emotional
Written by Monickaslniecko on 20th Jan 2026
Holding the Line is a deeply emotional, character-driven MM romance focused on trauma, healing, and hard-earned trust. Marsh’s stubborn refusal to accept help and Eli’s quiet strength create a powerful dynamic that feels raw and real.
The story treats trauma with care and honesty, showing that healing is messy and love isn’t a cure—but it can be a lifeline. If you enjoy intense, thoughtful romances about survival and connection, this is a moving and rewarding read.
4/5
Good Read
Written by Jocelyn W on 21st Dec 2025
Holding The Line is the third book in the Pathfinders series by Maia Dylan. This is Marsh Clarkson and Eli Camino's story. This is a wonderful story of strength and resilience. Loved it.
5/5
Great addition to series
Written by Rani on 21st Dec 2025
This is a great addition to the series and even better than the last. Once again I was drawn in by all the action along with the romance.
Looking forward to more.
5/5
Holding the line - Pathfinders 3 - loved it!
Written by Avidreader23 on 21st Dec 2025
Marsh was left in a very tight painful spot in book 2 - his leg was amputated and he refused to accept it.
Ezra just had just hired Eli, a therapist, to help him move forward.
Eli is able to break through the walls that Marsh has put through and become better than he was before.
However - Marsh also becomes Eli's angel and saviour as well.
I read the book in one sitting, could not unglue my eyes from the action, suspense, twists and romance.
Each book in the Pathfinder series keeps getting better and better.
Thank you Maia from a masterful series and looking forward to the next
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No lies there. No hidden hands waiting to strike. Just breath, stroke, breath, flip when he got to the end of a length.\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003eHe swam until his skin puckered, until his arms trembled. Until the weight of his memories threatened to drag him down and make him disappear.\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003e\u003cem\u003eYou\u003c\u002fem\u003e\u003cem\u003e’re nothing, Elias.\u003c\u002fem\u003e\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003e\u003cem\u003eYou think that medical uniform makes you special? Makes you safe?\u003c\u002fem\u003e The Colonel’s voice slithered in through the cracks in Eli’s mind.\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003eHe kicked harder. Another lap. His lungs burned. His vision blurred.\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003e\u003cem\u003eThey\u003c\u002fem\u003e\u003cem\u003e’ll never believe you. You’re the unstable one. The liability.\u003c\u002fem\u003e\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003eMarsh’s voice folded in next.\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003e\u003cem\u003eYou’re not honest. You’re not real. You’re just filler.\u003c\u002fem\u003e\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003eHis strokes faltered.\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003eHis thigh cramped.\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003eMid-stroke, the pain hit—sharp, electric. He tried to compensate, but the other leg followed. He gasped, inhaling water instead of air. His lungs screaming for air\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003eHe flailed. Swallowed more.\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003eOnce.\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003eTwice.\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003eThree times under.\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003eAnd then he stilled.\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003eThis is it.\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003eThe irony was not lost on him. That his sanctuary, the one place he could breathe, would become his coffin.\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003eBut an arm—strong and sure—gripped around his shoulders, arms, chest. Dragging him upward.\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003eHe broke the surface coughing violently, water spewing from his lungs as he was hauled to the edge and manhandled up onto the side of the pool.\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003eHe collapsed against the cold tiles, shaking, gagging.\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003e“Breathe, Eli. Goddammit, breathe.”\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003eThe voice was ragged. Familiar. Angry. Worried.\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003eMarsh.\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003eEli opened his eyes. Marsh was soaked, sitting beside him, one leg hanging into the pool, the other gone.\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003e“What…?” Eli rasped.\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003e“You were drowning.” Marsh’s voice cracked. “And don’t even try to tell me this was some intense cardio bullshit. You were trying to silence the voices.”\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003eEli felt his stomach flip. \u003cem\u003eHow did he know?\u003c\u002fem\u003e “I was just swimming.”\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003e“No, that wasn’t just swimming,” Marsh snarled, “you were listening—to voices that don’t deserve space in your head. The kind that don’t stop unless you fight back.”\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003eEli rolled to his side, arms curled around his middle. “They wouldn’t stop. I swim to shut them down. And it works—until it doesn’t.”\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003eMarsh exhaled slowly. “You can’t outpace pain in the pool. Believe me, I’ve tried with tech, with silence, with every distraction I could engineer.”\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003eEli was quiet for a beat. Then frowned. “How are you here?”\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003e“I saw you in the cameras.” Marsh shifted beside him. “Saw the way you swam. Like you were trying to outswim your shadow.”\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003eSilence stretched.\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003e“I don’t even remember getting in,” Eli whispered. “I just needed to move. I couldn’t stay still—not with them shouting at me like they were.”\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003eMarsh nodded. “I know those voices. I know what they sound like when they pile on top of each other. When they drown out your own.”\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003eEli didn’t answer.\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003e“Whatever they said,” Marsh added, “they were wrong.”\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003eEli blinked hard. “You don’t even know what they said.”\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003e“I don’t need to,” Marsh dismissed. “I’ve heard their kind. Had them inside my own skull most of my life, and absolutely since the day I got blown half to hell and back.”\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003eThey sat in silence again, broken only by the still harsh breathing of both men.\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003e“I’m sorry,” Eli said finally. “For last night. For this.”\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003e“You’re not the one that needs to apologize,” Marsh replied. “I’ve been—an asshole. To everyone. Especially you last night. And I’m sorry.”\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003e“I think we both earned a little forgiveness,” Eli said. “Starting with ourselves.”\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003eMarsh’s mouth twitched. “You’re the second person to call me on my shit today.”\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003eEli coughed a laugh. “We’re building momentum.” He looked around. “Uh, Marsh, where is your chair?”\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003eHe watched as an adorable sweep of red swept across Marsh’s face. “Um, \u003cem\u003ewell\u003c\u002fem\u003e—” he leaned forward and looked down.\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003eHe didn’t!\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003eEli leaned forward and saw the unmistakable shape of a wheelchair at the bottom of the pool. “I guess that’s one way to get into the pool fast.”\u003c\u002fspan\u003e\u003c\u002fp\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'times new roman', times, serif;\"\u003eMarsh barked a laugh—it sounded rusty and hardly used. 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