Title: Loving Logan
Author: Sammi Cee
Series: Writing Our Loves #4
Genre: M/M Romance
Release Date: June 26, 2020
Logan’s life changed forever six months ago when he lost his best friends and support system. Now it’s up to him to raise the two-year-old son they left behind.
Creed’s family teases him for being a serial dater, but that’s because he refuses to settle. He’s searching for the right person to fall in love with, but no one fits—until he meets the tattooed giant behind the bar.
Logan may look like a tough guy, but he has a shy, vulnerable side that sparks protective instincts Creed didn’t even know he had.
When Creed pursues Logan full stop, will the other man’s insecurities get in the way or will Creed get the love he’s always longed for?
This is a sweet-as-pie novella about two men and a precious little boy; no angst, just healing as they find their happily ever after— together.
“You don’t have to. Bobby, the other bartender, is one of the best, and if he says he’s got it, he does. I’ll be heading out shortly.”
Creed—not that I’d needed him to introduce himself, I’d caught his name hours ago—shrugged his broad shoulders and eased onto the stool. “Well, humor me. You finish what you’re doing, and I’ll walk you out.”
To hide my confusion, I lifted my lips in my best customer service smile. “Okay, well, let me know if I can get you anything else.”
He waved me off with a grin, so I went about my business cleaning glasses, wiping down the bottles, and restocking things to make the rest of Bobby’s night smoother. The whole time, Creed’s fingers flew across the screen on his phone. Every now and then, he’d groan, but otherwise, he appeared content to just wait. But why? He’d spent a lot of the night standing at the end of the bar. Where others went back and forth from their table to get their drinks, or waited on the waitress, he’d hung out and chatted with whoever happened to walk up. Based on the conversations I’d overheard, socializing and shooting-the-breeze came easily to him. Honestly, it had made the whole night easier for me. People loved to chat up their bartenders, especially the evening crowd, and talking had never been my strong suit.
If I hadn’t overheard his brother and his men—which, how cool was that? A throuple—teasing him repeatedly through the night about how fast he went through women, I’d think maybe he’d stayed to hit on me. Since that didn’t seem to be likely, I had no idea why he patiently sat there, without actually speaking to me, playing on his phone. It seemed odd. I guessed him not staying to pick me up was actually a good thing. While Creed’s spectacular body next to most of his friends had been larger with muscle, my sheer body mass and height made me considerably bigger than him. In my experience, any man with a body that showed plenty of time spent in the gym, when they pursued me, they had only one thing in mind: get held down and fucked hard by the big tattooed guy. So not m—
“You okay over there? I’m pretty sure whatever spilled, you got it.”
Creed’s amused voice interrupted my ruminating, pulling me back into the present. I glanced up at him, confused.
He pointed to the broom in my hands. “You’ve been sweeping that same spot for about five minutes.”
“Oh.”My face heated with my embarrassment. “Sorry, I guess I got lost in my head.”
Creed set his phone down on the bartop. “Penny for your thoughts.”
Creed—not that I’d needed him to introduce himself, I’d caught his name hours ago—shrugged his broad shoulders and eased onto the stool. “Well, humor me. You finish what you’re doing, and I’ll walk you out.”
To hide my confusion, I lifted my lips in my best customer service smile. “Okay, well, let me know if I can get you anything else.”
He waved me off with a grin, so I went about my business cleaning glasses, wiping down the bottles, and restocking things to make the rest of Bobby’s night smoother. The whole time, Creed’s fingers flew across the screen on his phone. Every now and then, he’d groan, but otherwise, he appeared content to just wait. But why? He’d spent a lot of the night standing at the end of the bar. Where others went back and forth from their table to get their drinks, or waited on the waitress, he’d hung out and chatted with whoever happened to walk up. Based on the conversations I’d overheard, socializing and shooting-the-breeze came easily to him. Honestly, it had made the whole night easier for me. People loved to chat up their bartenders, especially the evening crowd, and talking had never been my strong suit.
“You okay over there? I’m pretty sure whatever spilled, you got it.”
Creed’s amused voice interrupted my ruminating, pulling me back into the present. I glanced up at him, confused.
He pointed to the broom in my hands. “You’ve been sweeping that same spot for about five minutes.”
“Oh.”My face heated with my embarrassment. “Sorry, I guess I got lost in my head.”
Creed set his phone down on the bartop. “Penny for your thoughts.”
Sammi Cee was raised in a family of readers. Summer vacations consisted of a good book while sitting lakeside from as far back as she could remember. After growing up and having her own children, her appreciation of how the written word could transport you on an adventure, bring you to tears, or give you hope, took on a whole new meaning.
These days Sammi is watching her children develop into fine young ladies while doing the things she enjoys most: drinking coffee, eating chocolate, and writing her own stories.
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