Harrisonβs love life is a parade of fun, flirty encounters thanks to every dating app you can imagine, but nothing sticks. Finally, sick of the endless cycle of Friday night hookups, he hits uninstall on the apps and challenges the universe to show him that he deserves someone better.
What he didnβt expect was the universe throwing him a curveball in the form of his best friendβs younger brother. Despite being best friends with Gordon for years, heβs never actually met his siblings and even half-joked they didnβt exist.
But there they are, at a party at Gordonβs place, and one brother, Arlo, is seriously hard to ignore. Heβs nothing like Gordon. Quiet, adorable, and totally off-limitsβ¦ which sucks. But when Harrison spots an opportunity to help him steady his nerves on his childrenβs book tour, he jumps at the chance to get to know him better, because spending time with him feels like the most right thing heβs done in forever.
The more time they spend together, the less Harrison can imagine being with anyone else. But going after what he wants means betraying his best friend. Can he find the courage to catch lifeβs most unexpected pitches?
While Noah was a ball of energy at the outset, Arlo clutches a book against his front with his casted hand like it could somehow create a barrier between him and everything else in the world.
βIβm Harrison, but my friends call me Harry,β I say, and he turns toward me. His big gorgeous blue eyes lock on mine and my stomach does a weird spinny thing. I really should have eaten before I came.
βHi,β he almost whispers, pulling his hand free of his brother and using it to tuck his red hair behind his ears. He really doesnβt look much like Gordon at all, not like Noah. They both have the same flame red hair, sure. But Arloβs is long, and hangs loosely around his face like a curtain he can hide behind, it contrasts beautifully with his porcelain skin and bright blue eyes and I find myself unable to look away.
*****
Review:
Harry has been struggling to find the one, although he’ll admit that using an app is probably not the way to go π Then he meets adorable, artsy Arlo. Unfortunately, Arlo is off-limits as the brother of Harry’s best friend. (I think Gordon might be over-reacting a bit – he admits that Harry is a good person – but he’s had lots of years being the one to watch over his brothers so …) But time spent together has them deciding that their attraction is one that can’t be ignored. Which of course goes the way you think it will and, while I do understand why Gordon might be upset with the way things play out, I can also see why the guys think this is the best way.
There’s not a lot of depth or character growth with Harry and Arlo. It’s a quick read but all sorts of fun. Full of sweetness and deepening feelings as readers are given a peek into their growing emotions and their oh-so-spicy alone time.
I’ve only read one other book by Jackson and, based on these two, I think she’s going on my must read author list. Her characters are interesting and her stories are entertaining & steamy. What’s next, Becca?!?
*****
Author Info:
Becca Jackson writes MM romance that delivers heart, heat, and happily ever afters for some totally adorkable and fabulous guys.
Beccaβs books have all your favorites, small-town romances, bi-awakenings, sports, friends to lovers, and enemies to lovers too, but no matter the trope that takes your fancy, youβll always find a happily ever after.
Perry I moved to San Luco to get to know my brother, and so far, itβs been great. Working as a bartender at Shenanigans, a bar close to Franklin University, there are beautiful men and women everywhere. When a hot guy falls into my arms at a party, Iβm down for some naughty fun. Until I realize heβs way too drunk for anything to happen. Thankfully, we agree to meet up the next day.
One near kiss later, I discover Theo has no idea Iβve been hitting on him. He thinks weβre hanging out as buddies, and to my great regret, says heβs straight. How did I misread this situation when I thought he was giving me all the right signals?
Theo Perry thinks Iβm a nineβ¦a nine! Sure, Iβm not into dudes, but itβs flattering that someone as attractive as him thinks Iβm hot. Despite the confusion, Perry and I click and agree to keep hanging out. The more time I spend with him, the more I realize thereβs a part of myself Iβve been ignoring. One thatβs super bi and wants Perry as more than a friend.
Trying to study with him makes things hard for meβ¦below the belt. Unfortunately, his abandonment issues have him open to a fling and nothing more, while Iβm catching feelings in a big way. Can I be satisfied with a hookup? Or should I find a way to convince him to take a chance on making this something real?
Riley Hart has always been known as the girl who wears her heart on her sleeve. She won her first writing contest in elementary school, and although she primarily focuses on male/male romance, under her various pen names, sheβs written a little bit of everything. Regardless of the sub-genre, thereβs always one common theme and thatβsβ¦romance! No surprise seeing as sheβs a hopeless romantic herself. Rileyβs a lover of character-driven plots, flawed characters, and always tries to write stories and characters people can relate to. She believes everyone deserves to see themselves in the books they read. When sheβs not writing, youβll find her reading or enjoying time with her awesome family in their home in North Carolina.
Riley Hart is represented by Jane Dystel at Dystel, Goderich & Bourret Literary Management. Sheβs a 2019 Lambda Literary Award Finalist for Of Sunlight and Stardust. Under her pen name, her young adult novel, The History of Us is an ALA Rainbow Booklist Recommended Read and Turn the World Upside Down is a Florida Authors and Publishers President’s Book Award Winner. Join Rileyβs reader group here!
Elmwood isnβt good for my love life. Hey, Iβm a positive person and I have nothing but wonderful things to say about small-town living, but I havenβt had a date in years. Thatβs fineβmy son is and always has been my number one focus.
Except now heβs grown and gone. And itβs lonely.
Okay, yes, the new hockey coach is hot and single, but heβs off-limits. Smittyβs trouble with a capital T, and his baggage might outweigh mine. Besides, we said nothing would happen after βthatβ night. It was a one-time, never to be repeated deal.
At leastβ¦thatβs what I thought.
Smitty
Am I sad about retiring from pro hockey? Honestly, no. I canβt remember the last time I wasnβt in pain. I need a rest and I could use a distraction from unwelcome memories at home. Stat.
Soβ¦Elmwood.
Look, we all know I wonβt last a whole season of coaching high school kids, but stepping in till they find a better candidate is a good temporary plan. And Brysonβs here.
Thereβs something about the hot dad with the sunny smile and bad dad jokes that makes me feel alive again. Iβm not in the market for foreverβbeen there, done that. Look, Iβve taken risks for my sport, but Iβm not giving my heart away again. I know thin ice when I see it.
Smitty gamely followed me to the next vignette at Pinecrestβs premiere home and furniture boutique. βItβs a coffee table, Bry. It serves two functionsβa footrest and a place to leave dishesβ¦and the remote control. Anything is fine.β
βYeah, right,β I huffed. βSomehow I doubt the guy who couldnβt live with yellow walls and had lots of opinions about the sectional he special ordered doesnβt care about the coffee table that will go in the same room.β
Smitty darted his gaze around the store and leaned in close. βPlaces like this intimidate the fuck out of me. It smells like a perfume factory and everyone is smilingβ¦but their eyes are dead. Like theyβre zombies. Is this a Pinecrest thing or a bougie thing? I donβt do well with hot cotchure.β
I burst into laughter. βHaute couture?β
βSure, whatever.β
I brushed my hand against his in a show of solidarity, then linked our pinkies for a brief moment and pointed at a handsome dark-wood coffee table with a wide base. βWhat about that one?β
Smitty shrugged. βLooks nice.β
βI think so too.β I clandestinely checked the tag. βYikes. Itβs pricey. Letβs keep looking.β
βDo they have a coffee table with cupholders?β
βAbsolutely not, and why would anyone want a cupholder in a coffee table?β
Smitty widened his eyes comically. βAre you kidding me? Why would anyone not want a safe place to plop a cup? You never have to worry about spilling a drink or knocking it over, and you wouldnβt have to fumble for it when youβre watching a game, βcause your cup is right where you left it.β
βOkay, thatβs a whole lot of nonsense. And thankfully, a moot point.β I glanced at our surroundings as if to be sure that was true and noticed the salesperson watching us from the register. I couldnβt remember her name off the top of my head, but I was pretty sure Iβd sold her and her partner a house two years ago. I lowered my voice and added, βThey donβt have such a thing, but even if they did, Iβd stop you from buying it.β
βHow? Iβm bigger than you. And Iβm fast. I could whip out my credit card in a flash and shove this fucker into my truck before you could say βNo, bad table!β β
*****
Review:
I, like pretty much everyone else apparently, loved Smitty. He’s like a big, likable puppy who just throws his whole self into things. He’s struggling a bit with his past and where he’s going next so he’s taking a bit of time in Elmwood to figure things out. It definitely doesn’t hurt that Bryson is nearby.
We’ve met Bryson before and most of us were curious about his story. He’s such a great dad and an upstanding member of the community but there has to be more there, right? Of course because he’s just a bit too … perfect π There are issues in his past, things that have left him a little scared to stray too far from the straight and narrow. It leads to some complications with Smitty in town. Putting him on some people’s **** list because of how he treats Smitty at first. But it definitely doesn’t take him long to get past that π
Thin Ice, like the rest of The Elmwood Stories, is a low angst, slow burn, feel good love story. There’s moments of humor (between Bryson’s dad jokes and Smitty’s ingenuity in getting Bryson’s attention), steam (oh, the steam), and all the emotions (as both come to terms with their pasts and what a relationship together might look like). I loved seeing everyone again and wallowing in all the warm & fuzzies & snark & fun. Looking forward to whatever Hayes has for us next.
*****
Author Info:
Lane HayesΒ lives in sunny Southern California with her amazing husband, who thankfully doesnβt mind cooking, and their fabulous fox red Labrador, George, whoβs pure mischief. Both provide oodles of inspiration for the low-angst, humorous books Lane loves to write.
Sheβs been telling stories about sexy, funny, sometimes geeky and quirky men who find love for a dozen years now and loving every minute. In her previous life, she sat at a desk and dealt with numbers, so yesβ¦romance is much more satisfying!
Lane loves tea, travel, and chocolateβ¦in any order. Add a book and sheβs set!
Ever have someone get you so well itβs like looking in a mirror?
Cruz
Starting over is not what I had planned.
Those stories about magically becoming best friends with the person assigned to live with youβ¦ Yeah, that wonβt be me. I already have a best friend. Even if I wanted a new one, Liam wouldnβt be it. Heβs permanently grouchy, carrying a negative energy I donβt need since Iβm finally in a good place. But Iβve never been good at ignoring when people need help, so I paste on a smile and play nice.
Predictably, Liam isnβt much of a talker, but after an unexpected accident he needs my help in other ways. Ways that offer me answers about myself. Ways that raise new questions about the football dreams Iβve been chasing since I was a kid. Ways that make me relive the past I want to ignore.
To say Iβm confused is an understatement, but thereβs one thing I know for certainβ¦Liam is either the key to one door or the bolt that could prevent another from ever opening. And I have to choose which I want him to be.
Liam
Starting over is exactly what I need.
I canβt get any more invisible than Iβve been for the past few years, and I figure rooming with another person means at least one human on the planet canβt ignore me. Unfortunately, that human is Adonis personified, and not gay, so itβs looking like my invisibility streak might continue.
Then I suffer a minor accident, and Cruzβs hero complex comes out in full force.
I should be grateful to have someone to open my door and carry my books, but when you pair his selfless personality with that body⦠My mind starts to blur the roommate line, which makes his blur the line of not being gay.
My heart is already battered, and I doubt it can take rejection from the one person who broke down all the walls Iβd built around it. That doesnβt mean I wonβt try to give it to him anyway.
**Beautifully Fractured is a high-heat MM romance with medium angst that features a grumpy/sunshine relationship, forced proximity, hurt/comfort situations and a bi-awakening. This is book one in a series of interconnected standalones. Though the main characters are athletes, this is not a sports romance. Rather, it’s a romance that happens to feature people who play sports.
βSo, now that weβre friends.β Cruzβs voice halts my internal rambling, and I try not to choke on my own breath as he steps back into our room wearing only a towel that does very little to hide the delicious little βVβ I suspected heβd have at the base of his torso. βGot any thoughts about what to do with this room?β
I swallow back the saliva pooling in my mouth as he pulls on a pair of boxersβbefore letting the towel drop to the floor thank God. βWhat do you mean?β
His head swivels around, taking in the space. βItβs kind of depressing, donβt you think?β
βItβs a dorm.β
βWe might need to work on your vocabulary, Sunshine.β He tugs on a pair of sweats that do nothing to hide how round his ass is. βThis place isnβt just a plain dorm room, it resembles a prison cell. Whereβs the personalization?β
I force myself to look at his face. βJust because weβve called a truce doesnβt mean you get to give me a nickname.β
βAn ironic nickname.β He smiles proudly, like weβre already on our way to being best buddies, and I canβt decide if that makes me want to roll my eyes or smile back.
Heβs just soβ¦eager.
Rolling my eyes wins out, though I take my own tour of the bare white walls, plain tile floor, and worn wood furniture. βWhat did you have in mind?β
*****
Review:
Lenard’s first book in her newest series is a spicy slow burn. I liked that she brought readers an ace character – the diversity in characters is one of my favorite things in MM romances. Traditional MF romances tend to be … well, traditional and I love that she took the opportunity to explore.
I do struggle a little tho with New Adult age romances, especially first year college students. I’m an old lady π and recognize how much growing is done, especially through the 20s. But I also realize that there are couples that get together young and last, which can be appealing too. And Cruz & Liam have dealt with a lot so I feel like it helped them bond and matured them a bit more than your average 18/19 year old.
Speaking of them going through a lot, I hurt for these two but through luck of the residence lottery they were matched up with someone who could truly get them. And I love how their pasts made them different, with Cruz being positive & happy-go-lucky but Liam being grumpy & sullen, but it also helped them be the support the other needed.
There’re these delightful moments of humor mixed in with the steam & emotion as Cruz explores his sexuality and both of them start to become more than just friends, sharing some of their hurts. There’s also a delightful mix of side characters so Lenard has given her readers plenty of material for future stories. Looking forward to what comes next (I’m just torn on who I want it to be more).
*****
Author Info:
Hi! I’m Michele-or at least that’s the name I write under-because my parents and my kids are not allowed to read my books. Ever. Though sports romance is my guilty pleasure, I like to dabble in all MM tropes. My books are set in my home state of Colorado, because to me the mountains are the only thing that can compete with a good book. My favorite food is Mexican, my favorite shoes are flip-flops, and my drink of choice is whiskey, the same as virtually every character I’ve ever written.
Owen Doyleβs rough beginnings taught him not to form attachments, yet heβs drawn to Tyler Booth like a magnet. Their relationship has blossomed from strangers to best friends, with each twist in the journey weaving their connection tighter. But Owen has a six-year secret thatβs become unbearably painful to keep. As the seams of his resistance fray, Owen will lean into a new mentoring opportunity to keep from ruining the best thing in his life.
Tyler will never regret going to jail and getting sober because meeting Owen saved his life and taught him how to trust again. Their inseparable bond has earned much teasing over the years, but Tyler doesnβt recognize himself without Owen. When he senses a yawning chasm between them, heβll turn to mutual friends for help. Their well-meaning advice opens Tylerβs eyes to unexplored possibilities and will snap missing puzzle pieces into place.
Some hopes are too big to stifle, and some truths are too big to ignore. A photo booth, smoking-hot kisses, and honest revelations will take Owen and Tylerβs intimacy to a whole new level. But before they can achieve their happily ever after, they must unload the baggage from their pasts. Will the road to discovery guide them to the necessary healing, or are the guys destined for the highway to heartache?
Friends Like Them is book four in the Redemption Ridge series. Though each story features a different couple, reading the series in order is essential. Friends Like Them contains mature themes and is intended for adults.
βTy, I want to get pictures with you in the booth.β Owenβs voice was soft, but his suggestion landed like a bomb. That tiny, cramped space wasnβt big enough. One would have to practically sit on the otherβs lap. Tylerβs mind didnβt need additional encouragement to replay the earlier fantasy.
βTy.β Owenβs voice was more urgent as he stepped beside him. βAre you okay?β
No, he wasnβt, but an honest answer would only invite additional questions he wanted to avoid. Tyler forced a smile and said, βYeah. Iβm great. Letβs go take pictures.β
Owen responded with an excited whoop before he bounded out of the kitchen. Tyler dried his hands and trailed behind him at a more sedate space so he could coach his body and brain into remaining calm. It felt like every pair of eyes was on them as they made their way toward the booth, which looked even smaller up close. Owen reached for the door just as it swung open. Finley and Kieran stumbled out with mussed hair, swollen lips, and strips of photos in their hands. Clearly, the couples used the cramped space to suck face instead of smiling for the camera. Tylerβs heart skipped a beat before galloping like a racehorse.
βItβs all yours, fellas,β Fin said with a sweeping gesture.
Kieran winked at them as they passed by, and Tyler reexperienced the sensation he was the last to figure things out.
*****
Review:
Owen and Tyler have been inseparable since they met in prison. They’ve pretty much been two halves of a whole and we’ve just been waiting for them to finally realize that they were meant to be something more. They’ve always been supportive of each other so it’s a pretty easy transition to a loving, romantic relationship. While there wasn’t a lot of drama in the change, I loved this opportunity to understand their histories and how they got to this point.
I don’t know how Walker keeps giving us such great couples. I saw a few reviews that complained that not much happened or that there wasn’t a lot of angst. Maybe it’s because there was a lot of expectation about what would happen because it’s been hinted at in the previous stories. What we get is a smooth shift from friends to lovers and I’m all for it – I absolutely loved these two together.
*****
Author Info:
Ever since she was a little girl, Aimee Nicole Walker entertained herself with stories that popped into her head. Now she gets paid to tell those stories to other people. She wears many titlesβwife, mom, and animal lover are just a few of them. Her absolute favorite title is champion of the happily ever after. Love inspires everything she does, music keeps her sane, and coffee is the magic elixir that fuels her day.
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Kieran Sullivan is broken when he arrives at Redemption Ridge. A wrongful conviction and twenty months in lockup will do that to a man. The ranch is a place for second chances and fresh starts, but for him, itβs an opportunity to discover who set him up. Get in, get answers, and get out. The plan sounds easy enough until Kieran meets an equine specialist whose sunny smile could warm the coldest heart.
Finley Ashe is a sucker for bruised spirits and sad eyes. The horse whisperer and broken-boy magnet is six months into a hiatus from love when Kieran, the king of emotionally unavailable men, gets assigned to work under his supervision. Mutual attraction is gasoline on proximityβs flame, testing Finleyβs resistance in new ways.
Priorities shift, shields come down, and truths get exposed. Will the inevitable combustion redeem Kieran and Finley or consume them?
Guys Like Him is book one in the Redemption Ridge series. Though each story features a different couple, reading the series in order is essential. Guys Like Him contains mature themes and is intended for adults.
Is it wrong for me to want the world to know Iβm in love with Patrick Griffin and have been since we were eight-years-old?
Patrick Griffin
I hurt him. I didnβt mean to.
Now heβs gone, and I deserve it.
As a linebacker in the NFL, I’ve never found the right time to come out of the closet. Not even when I promised Cole I would.
But now, with Cole’s band, Fallen Angel, in the spotlight along with my team, the pressure is mounting. Everyone thinks we’re just best friends, but the weight of my secret is tearing us apart.
And it just might be too late to save us when I can.
Cole Bradley
Is it wrong for me to want the world to know Iβm in love with Patrick Griffin and have been since we were eight-years-old?
He is the love of my life, but itβs been years of waiting and excuses.
All our friends, even his teammates, have a public life. So why canβt we?
He promised it would be different in Portland.
But then he tells yet another reporter heβs single. I need a break. Itβs perfect timing since our band is heading out on tour.
I donβt know if I can live without him. But I donβt think I can do forever in the closet.
Itβs always been Patrick for me, but is it too much to ask for the world to know heβs mine too?
The Linebacker is a secret romance and childhood best friends-to-lovers MM Romance. It is book two in the Portland Protectors-EHM Security Series and the eleventh book in the Package Deal World.
To maximize reader enjoyment, it is highly recommended to read the other books in the Package Deal Series, as well as book one, The Rockstar. Series reading order can be found at the beginning of each book.
Content Warning: Referenced off the page homophobic violence toward an off the page character, and an automobile accident.
The luxury suite in our high-rise hotel was dark as I stood looking out the window. The only light that crept in was from the lights shining over San Francisco. It had a magnificent view of the water during the day that was dark and moody now. It was really kind of prophetic.
I heard the door lock disengage in the silence as Patrick entered the room. The air stirred around him and brought the smell of his cologne and body wash to my nose. My heart throbbed at the thought of leaving him tomorrow, but I knew in my gut that it was what we needed if we had a hope of surviving.
Strong, warm arms wrapped around me and pulled me back into his chest. βBabe, why are you standing here in the dark?β
There were so many things I wanted to say but chose not to. βJust looking at the city. Itβs really beautiful from up here.β
I tilted my head to the side as Patrick placed kisses down the side of my neck and onto my shoulder. His familiar hardness pressed against my ass and made me long for him, even though I was standing right here, wrapped in his arms.
βI need you,β he murmured against my skin. There was an unmistakable edge to his voice. His big hand went to my middle and held me in place against him.
βPatrick, we need to talk.β I was fighting to keep my emotions down, but I knew I was going to lose.
He loosened his hold just enough to turn me around to face him. Warm caramel eyes met my blue ones as the smile slipped from his face.
βWhatβs wrong? You feeling okay?β
I slipped from his arms and went to sit on the sofa. Patrick followed me, his handsome face now missing the smile I loved.
βWe need to talk about the tour.β
Patrick unfolded his six-foot-five body from the sofa and got on his knees in front of me. He wedged himself between my thighs and took my face in his hands. Looking into them, he pulled my face to his.
βI know things are strained between us, but can we please have tonight to celebrate and just be you and me? Forget the world and everyone in it. Just me and you, like weβve always been.β
βPatrick,β I whispered, the emotion thick in my throat before he sealed his mouth over mine. His tongue slipped past my lips, and I sank into his warmth, wrapping my arms around him. I wanted to stay like this forever.
*****
Review:
When we were given a teaser of what happened between these two at the end of The RockstarI knew I couldn’t wait to get my hands on it. As soon as it hit my Kindle, I dropped everything to read it. And it did not disappoint.
My heart broke when Cole had to make the decision to walk away. I understood why, what drove him to do something that would hurt them both so much, but it wasn’t easy. It was important, though, because it finally made Patrick address his choices and what he wanted going forward.
OK, so I did have to suspend belief just a little bit that Cole didn’t know why Patrick was so hesitant to come out. That being as close as they were for as long as they were, he didn’t know what happened. But once I let that go, I could appreciate the way that they addressed it and worked to move past it. There were serious considerations given to handling it in a healthy manner.
There are a lot of feels here, think big angst, which was to be expected. These two obviously love each other but sometimes that’s just not enough. And working their way back to a place where they can be together wasn’t going to be a quick fix. My hearts ached along with theirs as they face an uncertain future. And lifted when they finally found their way to a HEA.
While you can read this as a stand alone, it is probably better to have read the other books. There are a lot of couples amongst these friends and none of them had an easy path to their HEA π
*****
Author Info:
Emerson Beckett is an avid sports fan and lover of M/M romance books, Emerson loves her new career as an author. It gets even better when she can combine the two. Emerson is the co-author of The Package Deal Series and The Portland Protectors: EHM Security Series with Rheland Richmond. The We Could Do This Duet is her first solo project.
Emerson lives in North Carolina and has been married to the same man for 34 years. She is the mother of three beautiful adults, one of whom is completely responsible for her addiction to MM Romance.
For as long as she can remember, Rheland’s had her nose stuck in a book, getting lost in the world of someone else’s creation (She still does). Her love for writing came from her love for reading. She could never have one without the other.
Writing has always been a hobby and a cathartic experience for her. There are many stories lost to the never to be completed or published pile but needed to be written at the time.
She’s just a girl that loved stories so much she decided to write hers.
Check out Book 1 in the Portland Protectors- EHM Security Series – The Rockstar – the first book in the sexy new bodyguard series set in the Package Deal World.
Adam Spencer β βThe Rockstarβ
Hereβs what I know — some people arenβt meant to find love.
And as much as I want to be someoneβs everything, thatβs not meant for me.
After a painful breakup, I channeled all my hurt into a song that has skyrocketed my band, Fallen Angel, to the top of the charts.
Now I need protection from the one person who was supposed to love me no matter whatβmy mother.
Whether I want him or not, I now have a sexy, silver-tongued southern charmer as my 24/7 bodyguard.
Iβve tried not to fall for him, because I donβt do relationships. They hurt too much.
But Michael has me thinking I could take one more chance to find love.
Or was I meant to be alone like I thought all along?
Michael Coleman β βPhantomβ
Iβve always been a protector. During my career as a Navy SEAL, my duty was to protect my four best friends.
Now I need to protect the sexy rock star I love flirting with every time he walks in the door to our EHM office.
Adam Spencer lights me up like no one ever has. And thatβs saying something.
Iβll do whatever it takes to protect him, even from himself.
Have I finally found the love Iβve been hoping for with the Rockstar?
The Rockstar is a flirty, friends-to-lovers, bodyguard and rockstar MM Romance that takes place in the Package Deal Series World. It can be read as a stand-alone book.
Trigger Warning: There is off the page reference to physical abuse to a minor. Off the page domestic violence and death of a mentioned character.
The gentleman, the hot mess, and a little British adventureβ¦
Raine
Moving to London is scary and daunting, but I desperately need this jobβand a redo. Okay, so I may have oversold my qualifications. That shouldnβt be a big deal, though. I mean, being an assistantβs assistant seems easy enough, and Iβm a fast learner.
Hold up!
Iβm already in over my head with spreadsheets, new pronunciations, and temperamental appliances. And just as Iβm mentally preparing to face going home early, the big boss offers me an opportunity I canβt refuse. And I definitely should because Graham Horsham is an infuriating, complicated grumpy bear with a razor-sharp tongue, a wickedly dry sense of humor, andβ¦I like him far too much.
Graham
Iβve been bamboozled. Iβm not quite sure how I ended up with an assistant who spills coffee daily, wears wrinkled shirts, and chatters nonstop. He canβt stay, but I donβt want him to go and thatβs madness. The Horsham Group is closing one of our biggest deals ever and I wonβt jeopardize it. This one is personal.
Yet so is Raine.
Heβs a breath of fresh airβsilly, impetuous, lighthearted, good-natured, andβ¦quite lovely. I like him more than I want to admit. For some reason, I can let my guard down with him. Itβs unnerving and probably unprofessional.
But not to worryβ¦I will not, under any circumstances, fall for Raine.
Falling for Raine is an MM, age-gap romance featuring a British gentleman, a desperate but adorable American, and a UK adventure!
What in the hell was going on? It was as though Iβd entered an alternative universe. Everything looked the same, but it was different.
Of course it was Raine.
I studied him shaking hands with everyone in the shop as I shrugged on my jacket. He wasβ¦hypnotic, addictingβa cross between an inappropriate dinner party guest and a fistful of forbidden sweets when you were on a diet. He didnβt fit in this world Iβd carefully constructed, yet I kept inviting him in and forgetting whatever reason Iβd concocted for this to make sense.
Like now.
βPerhaps youβd like to try something on.β I stuffed my hands into my pockets so I wouldnβt be tempted to touch him.
He widened his eyes and sidled close, whispering under his breath, βAre you nuts? One shirt here costs half my rent. Unlessβ¦oh, no. Oh, no, no, no!β
βWhat?β I demanded, pulling him with me outside.
βAre you going daddy on me?β
βExcuse me?β I furrowed my brow, stopping under the eaves where rain sluiced off the roof and fell like a curtain around us on two sides.
βSlow your roll, G, Iβm not looking for a meal ticket, and Iβm not taking hand-outs. I can be talked into bedroom daddy kink, but if you want me to call you Daddyββ
βOh, for fuckβs sake, you daft man. I do not want you to call me Daddy,β I growled just as a well-dressed man stepped onto the mat next to me, pausing for a moment to close his umbrella and dart a quick look between us.
Raine pursed his lips, then burst into laughter when the man entered the shop. βHa! You should see your face. I was kidding.β
βYouβre ridiculous,β I huffed, my lips twitching.
βIβll be good, Daddy. Donβt spank me.β
βDonβt test me.β I pretended not to notice him fanning himself with a slack-jawed expression as I gestured toward the pub on the next block. βIf we stay under the eaves, weβll stay dry, but weβll have to hurry.β
βNo need. I bet they sell umbrellas in there.β
I squinted at the tourist shop at the corner on the opposite side of the street, its windows papered with Union Jack memorabilia. βThatβs crap, Ray-n.β
βSo what? Itβs fun crap. My treat.β
He sprinted into the deluge, dashing into the tourist shop while I stared after him. What was he doing? Now heβd be wet and stuck with a tatty tourist umbrella that would undoubtedly flip inside out at the first gust of wind.
A crack of thunder spurred me into action. I borrowed a sturdy umbrella from Ives and Harris with the promise to return it as soon as possible, then walked down the street to find Raine.
I shouldnβt have been surprised that heβd managed to make a friend in under five minutes. He stood in front of a wall stuffed with tartan throws, holding two compact umbrellas and chatting up a salesman. It took a bit of persuading to convince him he didnβt need the blanketβhowever, I couldnβt talk him out of purchasing two Union Jack umbrellas. I warned him that they were poorly made, but he didnβt care.
We squabbled all the way to the pub, argued over what to order, who was paying, and where to sit before finally settling into a table for two at the window. I frowned when he beamed a sunshine smile my way.
βStop being so happy,β I teased, cradling my glass. βItβs miserable out there.β
βBut itβs warm and yummy in here,β he countered, sliding his calf along mine under the table. βAnd youβre cute when youβre cranky.β
βI am neither cute nor cranky. Iβmβokay, never mind, I am cranky. If weβd come straight here, we could have avoided the queue and had that corner booth.β I pointed at the booth currently inhabited by a gaggle of noisy businessmen. βDo you ever listen to reason?β
βHave you met me?β
*****
Author Info:
Lane Hayes loves a good romance! An avid reader from an early age, she has always been drawn to well-told love story with beautifully written characters.Β She loves wine, chocolate and travel (in no particular order). Lane lives in Southern California with her amazing husband and her fabulous pup, George.
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I’ve been in love with my best friend and roommate since the first day of boarding school over a decade ago. But Preston has always been oblivious, obsessed with his PhD research, and more importantly, straight.
When the new, sexy grad student walks into my gym, I have to wonder… is it time for me to move on?
Preston
Some guy is trying to steal my best friend. I won’t let him. Sawyer’s mine.
Maybe I haven’t appreciated Sawyer enough over the years, but that’s going to change now. I’ll do whatever it takes to keep him by my side. Even if it means kissing him.
Stacked is a best friends-to-lovers, bi-awakening, nerd/jock MM romance between possessive, protective, and co-dependent roommates. Expect the most tender caretaking, slipping into each other’s beds in the middle of the night, and adorable clinginess. It is the second book in the Mars Fitness series and can be read as a standalone.
In the doorway is another boy, shorter than me and scrawny. The school uniform heβs wearing is wrinkled, one pant leg is caught in a sock, and the tie is loose and off-center. Heβs got a mop of black hair and thick black-framed glasses, but what really catches my attention are his eyes.
Theyβre blue. Like the ocean. Like the sky. And theyβre zeroed in on me with such intensity that my lungs stop working. My brain stops working. The only response Iβve got is whoa and cool.
Beside me, Mom clears her throat and steps forward. She puts on her mom voice when she speaks. βThis is Sawyer and Iβm his mom, Ms. Paige. Heβs moving into this room today. And you are?β
The mom voice works because the boy shrinks back and clutches the textbook heβs holding closer to his chest. βPreston Boyer,β he says, eyeing Mom warily.
βSo nice to meet you, Preston.β Then she hooks her thumb over to my side of the room. βWould all this be yours?β
Prestonβs eyes dart from Mom to the bed, piled high with clothes, to me. Thereβs a little furrow in his brow like heβs trying to think of a response and drawing a blank. Like maybe all this stuff isnβt actually his.
Then he blurts out, βYouβre not my roommate.β
Momβs in front of me, so I canβt see her face, but I know exactly what it looks like. Her eyebrows are halfway up her forehead and her lips are pursed into her βWhat did you just say?β expression.
Oh shit. Prestonβs in trouble.
βAs a matter of fact, he is. Sawyerβs enrolling as a student at Westbourne and heβs been assigned to this double room. So your choices are to become friends and get along or find another room to sleep in. Either way, you need to move your things. Now.β
With each word coming out of Momβs mouth, Preston shrinks into himself even further. I kind of feel bad for him, even if heβs being a jerk. Getting on Momβs bad side is never a good idea.
βHey, Pres. Whatβs taking so long?β A pretty blond girl wearing a cheerleading uniform materializes behind Preston. It takes a second for her to notice me and Mom in the room. βOh! Hi! You must be Sawyer.β
She squeezes past Preston and approaches Mom with a big smile plastered on her face. The girl is brave. βIβm Madison. Prestonβs girlfriend.β She extends a hand for Mom to shake, then does the same with me.
βMads!β Preston hisses like Madison is consorting with the enemy. βWhat are you doing?β
Madison glances back at him. βIβm welcoming them. Come on, Pres, donβt be a jerk. You knew you were getting a roommate.β
βNo, I didnβt!β Preston shuffles into the room, staying behind Madison like she can protect him from Mom. Madison looks like she can hold her own, but no one can stand in Momβs way if sheβs determined.
βYes, you did.β She rolls her eyes and turns to the mess on Prestonβs desk. βThe Residence Office sent you a letter, remember?β
She shuffles through his things, tossing them around as Prestonβs expression grows pained. Heβs probably one of those people who has some weird ass filing system that only makes sense to them.
βHere it is!β Triumphantly, Madison holds a crumpled piece of paper high in the air. Itβs the same thick cream-colored stuff that my acceptance letter was printed on. βSawyer Paige. Moving in September twentieth. Please clear away any personal items that have been stored on the other side of the room.β
As one, we all stare at the personal items that have definitely not been cleared away.
Silence stretches for long moments before Madison breaks it. βNo worries! I can help! It shouldnβt take too long.β She marches over with a big grin and grabs a stack of books off the desk.
βNo! Wait!β Preston drops the textbook heβs holding and reaches for the ones in Madisonβs hands. βYou canβt just move stuff around! I have a system!β
Ha. Called it. This guy is strange. Living with him is going to be a drag, but at least I donβt have to worry about being the token loner.
βFine, here, Iβll hand you the stuff and you put it wherever you want, okay?β Madison takes him by the shoulders and spins him around so heβs facing his side of the room again. βJust keep it all over there.β
Did she say she was his girlfriend? How the hell did a confident, pretty cheerleader end up with this disaster of a guy? I exchange a look with Mom, who has to be thinking exactly the same thing.
Then she sighs and pats me on the shoulder. βLooks like youβre all going to get along just fine.β
Itβs going to be a long year.
*****
Author Info:
Linden Bell writes contemporary MM romances that heat you up and make you smile.
Check out Book 1 in the Mars Fitness Series: Ripped
Sometimes heartache is a blessing in disguise.
I thought my life was perfect. I lived with my amazing boyfriend. I worked with my ride-or-die best friend. I was on track to made-it-ville.
Then I came home one day to find my boyfriend sleeping with my best friend.
Now Iβm lost with no one to turn to except Donnie, the silver fox who lets me crash at his house until I can figure out what the hell went wrong and how Iβm supposed to fix it.
But once Iβm there, Iβm not sure I want to leave.
Donnieβs a lot older than me and heβs still grieving the death of his husband. My life is a trash fire and my career is non-existent. Heβs a svelte spin instructor and Iβm a film geek. We couldnβt be more different, but we need each other like we both need to breathe.
So maybe my boyfriend sleeping with my best friend wasnβt the worst thing to happen. Maybe it was the best. It brought me to Donnie.
Ripped is an age gap, nerd/jock, opposites attract MM romance between roommates who cuddle on the couch while watching classic movies. Expect steamy shower rooms, teary confessions, disapproving family, and brand new starts. It is the first book in the Mars Fitness series and can be read as a standalone.
CW: off-page sudden loss of a spouse, off-page homophobia, cheating secondary characters. Happily ever after guaranteed.
Iβve given up on love by the time tall, dark and handsome sweeps me off my feet β literally.
Mal
Everyone around me is sickeningly in love. And Iβm happy for my friends. I really am. But when is my turn coming? Why am I still a disposable hookup?
The second I hear a scream I run toward it without thinking. My own teammates are threatening someone, and I rush in to stop them. But the man I save is β¦ beautiful. And funny. And smart. And he brazenly gives me his phone number right then and there.
He has no idea that he just gave his number to the most hunted man at this university.
Iβm Omari Carter, a football player everyone assumes is destined for the pros. Scouts are hounding me. Coach is pushing me to decide on my future. My whole family is depending on me. But Mal doesnβt know or care about any of that.
With all the expectations weighing me down, I donβt have time for love. So why canβt I walk away from this?
Mint to Be is an opposites attract MM romance with a major size difference, a grumpy/sunshine dynamic, an athlete meeting a lovable fashion nerd and spicy open door scenes.
Broccoli cocks his hand back. I stumble away, but Iβm not looking and my foot catches on the curb. I fall backward onto the sidewalk, screaming in terror as I thump to the ground. Itβs a real scream, too, a full-throated shriek of panic as my doom approaches. I cover my head in my hands. It wonβt do a bit of good, but I donβt have anything else to protect myself with. I canβt run. I canβt hide. I canβt talk my way out of this. When that fist comes down on me, Iβm pulp on the sidewalk.
βHey. Assholes.β
Everything stops as someone shouts at the football bros. Broccoli hesitates, his fist in the air, his dumb neanderthal face going slack with surprise as he sizes up the man sprinting toward us like his shoes are on fire. Seriously, I donβt know if Iβve ever seen anyone that fast in my life.
He doesnβt slow down when he reaches the group, either. He keeps running, slamming into Broccoli and tackling him to the pavement. They grunt and shout, but the new guy has the upper hand. He doesnβt seem drunk, for one thing.
βCut it out, Derek,β New Guy says.
βFuck, Omari, what the hell? That really hurt!β Broccoli says.
βAs much as it would have hurt that dude you were about to punch? What is wrong with you, man? You really think Coach wonβt sit your ass on the bench for that shit?β
βI donβt know, man. I was drunk. He was in our way. He said some shit. I got mad.β
βWell, get un-mad. Real quick. And then get the fuck out of here, understand?β
Broccoli nods, and New Guy lets him up. Iβm still on the ground, mouth agape as I watch this interaction play out. The other guys in the group all mutter apologies before they drag their buddy away. And then itβs just me and that new guy, the one they called Omari.
He turns toward me, and I instantly forget how to breathe.
People jokingly call Albert tall, dark and handsome, but this guy is literally tall, dark and handsome. He might be taller than Albert, and heβs built from nothing but lean muscle. His every movement bears an athleteβs grace. When he looks down at me, his eyes are deep and vast and dark, nearly as dark as his close-cropped hair and beard. He extends one smooth brown hand toward me.
βAre you okay?β he says.
I donβt know how to answer that with my heart flailing around in my chest.
I just got superhero rescued by the most gorgeous man on this entire campus.
*****
Review:
Readers are gonna have to be ok with a bit of a rollercoaster with Ray’s newest. Omari is really conflicted about his future and struggles with how Mal & their attraction for each other can fit into it. Getting both of their POVs helps to see where each of them are coming from so you understand Omari’s struggle. I think my favorite part is that both of them have people there for them. Mal is a little bit better at embracing that support, I think because of how they’ve all been there for each other up to this point, but once Omari accepts they want to help and want the best for him, it leads to a satisfying ending.
There are some complaints about how Omari treats Mal and how Mal reacts, but I remember what it was like to be in college so this really struck true to me. Usually it didn’t end in a HEA tho so I’m pleased that Mal & Omari were able to figure things out. And the way that Mal is able to help Omari figure things out is just the sweetest.
*****
Author Info:
F. A. Ray started writing fiction as a child and has never stopped. When they arenβt writing, they enjoy rock climbing and hiking in the beautiful Pacific Northwest, where they live with their partner and cat.
Visit linktr.ee/faraywrites to find out more. You can also sign up for my Patreon, where I post WIPs, updates, bonus scenes, deleted scenes and short stories that donβt appear anywhere else.
How do I choose which heart to break? No matter who I choose, I’m going to be the loser.
Alejandro
Three years ago, Ben walked into my Portland bar and stole my heart with one look. It didnβt matter that Iβm 21 years older than him. All he wants is me.
Benjaminβs beautiful smile and endless charm attract everyone he meets, including my 20-year-old daughter, Anna.
No one knows about all the things he and I have done together. And Iβve made sure to keep it from her.
My carefully constructed life built upon rules and my duty to my family is about to crumble before my eyes because she and I want the same thingβBen.
In the end, keeping us a secret may cost me both of them. Iβm in an impossible love triangle that, no matter which one I choose, Iβm going to lose.
And when someone attacks my bar via social media, itβs all I can take.
So, which do I choose? Annaβs happiness? Or a life with Ben?
Ben
I knew I loved Alejandro Sanchez the moment our eyes met across the bar. There was something about the single dad and bar owner that I couldnβt get enough of.
After three long years, heβs finally okay with us. But when he refuses to tell Anna about us, I take matters into my own hands.
Iβll do whatever needs to be done to keep him in my life, even if it means accepting a date with Anna.
We Could Do This Tonight is an age gap, single dad, boss/employee love triangle romance and the second book in the We Could Do This Duet. It is the tenth book set in the Package Deal World with reoccurring characters from the original series. It is best enjoyed after reading We Could Do This Forever.
Note to the reader: If you have not read the Package Deal Series, you might find it beneficial to start there and refer to the reading order for the PD World within the books. All the books are available through Kindle Unlimited.
When the countdown to midnight started, I stepped back and leaned against the bar. Telling myself I was checking to make sure everyone had champagne, my eyes drank in Alejandro as he stood protectively over his daughter and ex-wife.
When the shouts of Happy New Year began, I turned my gaze from him. But before I could get away completely, I looked up to see him glance at me before he kissed his daughter. When he leaned down to his ex-wife, I turned my body toward the TV on the opposite wall.
Maybe next year things would be different. I didnβt know if he was interested in me, or just enjoyed the flirting we were doing. Snapping myself out of this silly funk, I put a smile on my face and went back to work.
Around one-thirty, we had almost everything cleaned up for when we closed at two a.m. Nick had just left, even though it was my night to close. Heβd stayed to help me put up the chairs before heading out. When the bar was empty, I locked up behind him, then carried the last bus tray of dirty glasses to the kitchen.
I picked up the sanitized ones from the dishwasher and headed back out to restock for the next day. Alejandro had come out of his office and began turning off the lights. Every time he extinguished one, my heartbeat increased. One by one, the lights around the room went out until only the recessed lighting around the bar remained.
The volume on the sound system had been turned down low, but helped to fill the void when everyone had gone home. Adding to the ambiance, the light shining down on the sparkling glassware and the amber colored contents of the glass bottles created the illusion of flickering candles. It was romantic as hell and fed my desire for him.
Lost in my fantasies, I didnβt notice when he walked behind the bar. Alejandro stood beside me, shoulder to shoulder, as I restocked the glasses. I could see him in my peripheral vision and felt the warmth of his body radiating toward mine. His biceps were straining his shirt and his expensive cologne intoxicated me further every time he stirred the air around us.
I breathed in the woodsy scent as he reached over to hand them to me, one at a time, making me smile and slowing me down. βYou donβt have to help. I can do this.β
βI know,β he said quietly, βbut I wanted to. And I needed to check on you.β
Turning my head to look at him, my brow furrowed. One look at him in this dim lighting made my heart beat a little faster. βWhy?β
Alejandro turned to his side to face me, then folded his muscled arms over his chest. βYou looked a little sad earlier. Thought you might be missing your family.β
I wanted to laugh and tell him my family was not what I was thinking about.
I wasnβt missing them.
Iβd been imagining what it would be like to kiss him.
*****
Review:
I loved Ben. He’s sweet, funny, happy, and, luckily for Alejandro, forgiving & patient. Even knowing that they are meant to be together, it takes a LONG time to get there and the progression in their relationship is slow going. (I’m not sure I could have been as tolerant as Ben was so I’m glad Beckett had us jumping thru time in the early parts of the books to show how things developed.)
Alejandro is drawn to Ben but he feels like there’s quite a bit standing in their way – their age difference, the fact that they are employer/employee, and his daughter’s crush on Ben. While they find ways to work through the first couple, that last one is really hurting Alejandro (and giving readers some fits based on other reviews). He feels like it would be wrong to hurt her, after all as her father it’s his job to protect her, but he’s getting outside advice telling him to just tell her. (And we as readers know he should just tell her. She’s like 19 years old and it’s just a crush. Plus, Ben has never suggested the feelings could be reciprocated and I’m pretty sure he has a say in this matter too.) Eventually things come to a head, thanks to a little push from outside parties, and we’re good for that HEA they deserve.
Or maybe not! I looked down at this point and realized I was only about halfway thru the book and thought how much more can she put them thru! π Just a little more apparently and of course it all worked out in the end. Although I did wonder about Alejandro a few more times – the man had some seriously wrong reactions to situations. Luckily Ben is willing to wait for him to figure things out, which of course he does and comes out all the better for it, but it is a frustrating and sometimes eye-rolling journey to get there. So, who’s ready for a bit of a roller coaster read?
*****
Author Info:
Emerson Beckett is an avid sports fan and lover of M/M romance books, Emerson loves her new career as an author. It gets even better when she can combine the two. Emerson is the co-author of The Package Deal Series and The Portland Protectors: EHM Security Series with Rheland Richmond. The We Could Do This Duet is her first solo project.
Emerson lives in North Carolina and has been married to the same man for 34 years. She is the mother of three beautiful adults, one of whom is completely responsible for her addiction to MM Romance.
Emerson is now mom to an Australian Shepherd, four cats, and a cute bunny rabbit.
Preston James did things to me. Things that had me wanting more of him and his dirty mouth, even though I knew better. Things that made my heart race. Things that made me come to realize there was more to my bossβs best friend than met the eye.
Nick Reed
As one of the bartenders at Alejandroβs Bar, Iβve seen it all. Iβve even watched my friends, Christian and Cooper, both find the loves of their life. Six years after breaking up with my college boyfriend, Iβm convinced thatβs not the life Iβm supposed to have until forty-five-year-old Preston James makes me the target of his relentless sexy stares and his straight-forward, dirty propositions.
Maybe being the object of his desire wouldnβt be so bad.
Preston James
The first time I laid eyes on Nicholas Reed, I knew I had to have him. There was something about my best friendβs bartender that captivated me. And I always got my way. But this twenty-eight-year-old grad student has me jumping through all kinds of hoops to get his attention. Thereβs nothing I wonβt do to prove to him Iβm exactly what he needs. Iβm relentless like that and I wonβt stop until heβs mine.
We Could Do This Forever is the first book in the We Could Do This Duet and is an MM Bisexual Romance. Additional tropes: Age Gap; Mutual Pining; Bossβs Best Friend; Secretly Wealthy; Humor.
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