Title: Gideon
Author: Lily Morton
Series: Finding Home #3
Genre: M/M Romance
Release Date: May 12, 2019
Cover Design: Natasha Snow
Gideon Ramsay is so far in the closet he should be a talking faun.
A talented, mercurial, and often selfish man, Gideon has everything he should want in life. Fame, money, acting awards – he has it all. Everything but honesty. At the advice of his agent, Gideon has concealed his sexuality for years. But it’s starting to get harder to hide, and his increasingly wild behaviour is threatening to destroy his career.
Then he’s laid low by a serious illness and into his life comes Eli Jones. Eli is everything that Gideon can’t understand. He’s sunny tempered, friendly, and optimistic. Even worse, he’s unaffected by grumpiness and sarcasm, which forms ninety percent of Gideon’s body weight. And now Gideon is trapped with him without any recourse to the drugs and alcohol that have previously eased his way through awkward situations.
However, as Gideon gets to know the other man, he finds himself wildly attracted to his lazy smiles and warm, scruffy charm that seem to fill a hole inside Gideon that’s been empty for a long time. Will he give in to this incomprehensible attraction when it could mean the end of everything that he’s worked for?
From the bestselling author of the Mixed Messages series comes a story about a man who needs to realise that being true to yourself is really just a form of finding home.
“Round the block?” he intones in a gloomy voice.
I nod. “Yes, please.”
The car moves off slowly. He examines my face in the mirror. “You okay, sir?”
I look up, surprised. “Of course,” I say abruptly. Then I ask, “Why?”
He shrugs, returning his attention to the road. “You don’t look so good, Mr Ramsay.”
“Oh Russ, you old charmer, you,” I drawl, slugging some more tequila. “What’s with the ‘sir’ and ‘Mr Ramsay’ business anyway?”
He ignores the question. He’s more passive-aggressive than Taylor Swift. “You haven’t eaten properly for a few days now,” he says instead in a concerned voice.
“I have eaten,” I say crossly.
“Tequila and vodka aren’t any of the major food groups.”
I shrug. “I had a Pop-Tart this morning.”
“You had that yesterday and very charmingly regurgitated it into a jasmine bush earlier on.”
“I’m fine,” I say dismissively.
“I surely hope you are,” he says wryly. “Because you’ve got your hands full tonight.”
I shake my head, thinking of the two men I’m about to get into bed with and looking down at my very disinterested cock. “Russ, you’d need a medium and a séance to bring my dick back to life tonight.”
He laughs loudly and then sobers. “Maybe you should call it a night then. Go to bed on your own for a change, sir.”
“Okay, Nanny McPhee. And maybe I’d be better with a box of tissues and a wi-fi connection.” I sigh. “Actually, that sounds a lot quieter.” I stare blearily at the back of his grey head. “I hope you also know that tagging the word sir on the end of a sentence doesn’t make it any less bossy.”
I nod. “Yes, please.”
The car moves off slowly. He examines my face in the mirror. “You okay, sir?”
I look up, surprised. “Of course,” I say abruptly. Then I ask, “Why?”He shrugs, returning his attention to the road. “You don’t look so good, Mr Ramsay.”
“Oh Russ, you old charmer, you,” I drawl, slugging some more tequila. “What’s with the ‘sir’ and ‘Mr Ramsay’ business anyway?”
He ignores the question. He’s more passive-aggressive than Taylor Swift. “You haven’t eaten properly for a few days now,” he says instead in a concerned voice.
“Tequila and vodka aren’t any of the major food groups.”
I shrug. “I had a Pop-Tart this morning.”
“You had that yesterday and very charmingly regurgitated it into a jasmine bush earlier on.”
“I’m fine,” I say dismissively.
“I surely hope you are,” he says wryly. “Because you’ve got your hands full tonight.”
He laughs loudly and then sobers. “Maybe you should call it a night then. Go to bed on your own for a change, sir.”
“Okay, Nanny McPhee. And maybe I’d be better with a box of tissues and a wi-fi connection.” I sigh. “Actually, that sounds a lot quieter.” I stare blearily at the back of his grey head. “I hope you also know that tagging the word sir on the end of a sentence doesn’t make it any less bossy.”
Lily writes contemporary romance novels, and specialises in hot love stories with a good dose of humour.
Lily lives in sunny England with her husband and two children, all of whom claim that they haven’t had a proper conversation with her since she bought her first Kindle.
She has spent her life with her head full of daydreams and decided one day to just sit down and start writing about them. In the process she discovered that she actually loved writing, because how else could she get to spend her time with hot, funny men!
She loves chocolate and Baileys and the best of all creations – chocolate Baileys! Her lifetime’s ambition is to have a bath in peace without being shouted by one of her family.
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