Saturday, April 2, 2022

March Book of the Month: Head Rush by Davidson King



Summary:

Haven Hart #9
Rush
All I want is to finish college, live life as a musician, and love the man of my dreams. That man, however, is Simon Manos, nephew of crime boss Christopher Manos, and there’s a war brewing on the streets of Haven Hart. Achieving my dreams has to be done while ducking bullets, trying not to get blown up, and hoping enemies don’t kill me.

Simon
I love Rush and want him to have everything he could ever hope for—all that his father denied him. As the heir to the Manos family business, it’s not quite that simple; I have responsibilities to fulfill. Haven Hart is getting dangerous, enemies need to be dealt with, and unfortunately, our dreams of the future must be put on hold.

We call on old friends and band together to face a common threat. When we’re forced into hiding, the situation escalates and the odds don’t seem to be in our favor. We do the only thing we can…stand our ground to the bitter end. As our lives start to fall apart, the unasked question is posed: Will someone have to make the ultimate sacrifice to save everyone?



When Raven's Hart was published 2-1/2 years ago I was afraid we'd seen the end of the Haven Hart gang, I knew the author was already planning Joker's Sin, a spin-off series of stories centered around the gay bar in the dangerous city we all knew and loved called Haven Hart with it's own cast of characters.  HOWEVER, personally I was not ready to bid adieu to the original Haven Hart crew so when Secret Simon came out last year, I was all kinds of HOLY HANNAH BATMAN!  In a way you could say these new entries are the next generation or a second story arc.  Whatever you call it, I call it: OMG! PLEASE LET THERE BE MORE!

In Head Rush, we again follow Simon and Rush as they move onto life within the city limits of Haven Hart biding their time until Liam Brennan strikes.  Simon grew up in this world, Rush not so much.  I think he adjusts and adapts perfectly.  I say "perfectly" not because he has no problems with the life of danger and mayhem but because he finds a way to balance his internal struggles of "how can this be" and "it has to play out this way" and it's that balance that is perfect.  You know what?  That's all I'm going to say to the plot because I'm afraid once I start I won't be able to stop and I won't spoil it for anyone.  The mens' journey is chock full of allies, friends, and enemies some we know intimately and others are introduced(or explored further).  

I gotta be honest, I'm still not quite use to Eight being all grown up, for part of me he will always be that little boy Snow saved way back in the early pages of Snow Falling.  Despite that forever image burned into my psyche, trust me when I say Simon is all adult now and with Rush at his side, anything and everything is possible.

Davidson King has a knack for the darker side of life where you find yourself cheering for good guys who are not-so-squeaky-clean and bad guys who are easy to hate for their despicableness.  Yes, there is a thin line at times between good and bad, especially in fiction and some might say King's Haven Hart universe is a little too violent, too dark, but me? I think the balance is all kinds of righteous yummyness.  But beyond the violence of the mafia stoked world of Haven Hart, Davidson King shows the world that being gay, being LGBTQ doesn't make one weak.  I won't say "doesn't make them men" because violence isn't just a male characteristic, it's a human characteristic and there's plenty of strong women in her world too, some entries more so than others but good or bad they are there too.  Maybe I'm just babbling but what I'm trying to get across is Haven Hart isn't just about violence and darkness, at the barest core is heart, family, friendship, and strength.  Doing what you have to to protect those you love.  I don't think I'm giving anything away when I say this, in Head Rush, Rush Abernathy may not have been born into this world but he steps in and does what he must.

Now you may wonder what got that thought stirring in my brain, after all Head Rush is book 9.  It was something one character said but I won't tell you who because I don't want to spoil who showed up and who didn't.  Just know that it gave me pause, literally, one line of dialogue made me put my kindle down and think about the statement and the opinion I stated above.  When an author of fiction can make the reader stop and think that strongly with only one line of dialogue, half a dozen words, you know you found an author who truly puts their whole being into telling said story.  That it is more than just endless hours at a keyboard with dozens of post-it notes scribbled with tiny details to remember and research files of seemingly useless facts and specs for accuracy and continuity, the work they give to the world is part of them, they have poured their heart and soul between the covers.  That's what gives Davidson King's work a special something that can be hard to put into words(even though through my babbling I do try), the same special something that makes Head Rush deserving of the Haven Hart brand.

I don't know how many more stories the men and women of Haven Hart have to tell Davidson King but I know I'll be ready and willing to read every journey she gets let in on and in turn shares with us.

One final note, if wondering about reading order, you do need to read Secret Simon before Head Rush.  Some may say you don't need to read the original Haven Hart stories prior but I can't imagine having not experienced them first.  Yes, there are characters from the original story arc books and no, technically you don't need to know their individual journeys to enjoy Simon and Rush's arc but I think the friendship and family chemistries flow better.  However you read it, Davidson King's Haven Hart universe is 200% storytelling at it's purest form.

RATING:



PROLOGUE 
Rush 
Living in Haven Hart wasn’t how I thought it would be. When Simon and I left Abernathy University and I said good-bye to a life I never wanted in favor of one filled with love, I’d hoped for peace…to fulfill my dreams…and maybe to not get shot at. 

But the love of my life is Simon Manos, nephew of mob boss Christopher Manos—and did I mention, he’s the heir to the mafia kingdom? Yeah, so, while being the man Simon loves has its perks, there are also downsides—like having a bullseye over my head for every person who wants to hurt the Manos family to aim at. 

I’ve lived in Haven Hart for a year now, and the day we got here Simon warned me there was a war brewing, which I knew already. See, there’s this other mob boss, Liam Brennan, and he pretty much tried to have Simon and me killed when we were at Abernathy. Revenge for that was put on the back burner in favor of dealing with a different enemy. One that threatened not only Liam Brennan and Christopher Manos, but also Simon, me, and Liam’s son, Fred. That bad guy? He was my dad. Was being the key word, but I try not to think too much about the was factor. It becomes depressing. 

Once dear old Dad was gone, the Manos family decided it was time to deal with Liam Brennan, and that wasn’t as easy as they thought it would be. 

I’d been going to my classes with about four bodyguards, all of them armed, and I couldn’t even stand outside by myself most days. I heard Christopher talking to his husband, Snow, one evening about how they’d hoped this sort of violence in Haven Hart was long gone. I guess there’d been a serious shit storm some years back. 

I tried to stay out of Simon’s business—not because he told me to, but because I genuinely wanted nothing to do with it. I wanted to sing and perform; that was my dream. But the more I turned a blind eye, the brighter the lights shining in my face were, and I was beginning to think I couldn’t ignore the dangers in favor of music. 

Any doubts that I could pretend my life was normal were thrown out the window one chilly night as I was walking out of Hart University, heading toward the car that would take me home. 

It happened as fast as all the books and movies tell you it does. One minute I was talking to one of my bodyguards, and the next, he was on the pavement, dead with a bullet through the head. 

I was thrown to the ground, someone was on top of me, and the sounds of shouts and gunshots filled the night. I closed my eyes and wished it would all disappear, knowing this was my reality, this was what I’d chosen. All because I fell in love.


CHAPTER ONE 
Simon 
“Mace, stop!” I tried walking faster to get away from him, but he was clearly inhuman and able to keep pace with me. 

“It’s something I learned while doing yoga, though. Bill and I were able to get creative with it in the bedroo—” 

“I swear, if you keep talking, I will shoot you.” 

He rolled his eyes. “Sure. As I was saying, you take your leg—” 

“Mace, you’re fired.” 

His laughter echoed through the large foyer of the Manos mansion. He wasn’t deterred. “Some stretching is required before you begin…All the stretching, if you get my meaning.” When he winked, I groaned. 

“Sadly, I do understand.” I stopped walking, and I chuckled when Mace wasn’t prepared for that and tripped on the carpet.

“What the—” He glared at the offending floor, then looked at me. “Why’d you stop?” 

“Mace, remember when I was younger, and you never wanted to taint my mind with horrible things?” 

He pursed his lips, his gaze shifting upward. “Nope, I don’t.” 

“Well, I do. Let’s pretend I’m thirteen and—” 

“Eew.” Mace took a step back. “I’m not role-playing with you!” 

Of course that was the moment Bill, Mace’s partner, and Snow, my stepfather, walked out of the study. 

“Shit.” I sighed, all energy leaving my body. Where was Rush? I needed him home. He had a way of shutting Mace up. 

“What in the ever-loving wrongness did we walk into?” Snow’s piercing blue eyes pinned Mace in place. “Don’t think I don’t know this is all your fault.” 

“I’m offended.” Mace pressed his palm to his chest and walked over to Bill. “Sweetheart, do you hear how he speaks to me?” 

“Yep.” Bill kept walking, and fortunately Mace followed after him. 

“Yep? That’s all you have to say? How dare…” Mace’s words became distant as they entered the kitchen, and I leaned against one of the pillars by the stairs. 

“I’m not asking what that was all about.” Snow pointed in the direction Mace and Bill had gone. 

“Thank you.” 

“Dinner should be in an hour.” Snow turned toward the grandfather clock in the foyer. “Shouldn’t Rush have returned by now?”

I shrugged. Rush sometimes ran late because he had study group after classes, or he’d stop to get coffee on his way home. 

“Has he texted?” Snow arched a brow. “Have you?” 

“Snow,” I huffed. “He has, like, four huge guys with guns accompanying him. If something happened, I’m sure—” 

“Something happened!” Bill came running over to us, phone in hand. 

Snow shot me a look before his expression became serious. “What is it?” 

“Rush—he was attacked outside of the university; he’s fine.” Bill made sure to add that part quickly, but it didn’t stop my heart from practically beating out of my chest. “Hank’s dead, shot. Del and Gino are on the way back with Rush; Donny stayed behind to talk to the cops.” 

“Call Chris,” Snow said to Bill. While Bill left to do that, Snow and I went to the study. “This is a bold move for Liam Brennan, that cock-sucking piece of shit.” Snow started slamming things on the desk; I was just trying to keep it together. I needed to see Rush. 

“Why would he make a move like this?” I paced in front of the desk while Snow began texting—probably everyone. 

“Fear, idiocy. All I know is, Christopher is going to lose his mind. One thing we have prided ourselves on is keeping the streets clean. No blood in Haven Hart. For years we have been able to achieve that.” 

It was only a matter of time before Liam came to Haven Hart. We’d brought the rage to him for the past year, and surprisingly, he was much more guarded than we’d thought, and now he was pushing forward…into our territory.

“We need to end this.” I leaned over the desk, my hands splayed across the blotter. Snow’s fingers froze, and his eyes met mine. 

“You know we will, Eight.” 

We were in a holding pattern. We were waiting for Pops to get back from a meeting and for Rush to return. It was agonizing, and I thought I’d wear a path in the carpet with all my pacing. 

Fortunately, everyone let me be—no one dared to tell me to stop. I wouldn’t have listened anyway. 

It felt as though an eternity had passed when the front door opened and Del, Gino, and Rush walked in. I couldn’t tell a soul how the bodyguards looked, because my eyes were assessing every inch of Rush. 

His clothes were rumpled, there was a tear in the knee of his black pants, and his hair was messy. When he turned toward me and I saw a scrape across his cheekbone, I was overtaken by rage. 

“What the fuck happened?” I roared, surprising everyone. I was normally in control—the calm, rational one—but seeing Rush any less than put together set me off. “How’d this happen? There were four of you, for fuck’s sake!” 

“Simon, listen—” Del began, but nothing was going to appease me. 

“No, don’t tell me to listen.” 

“Si.” Rush was suddenly in front of me, hands on my arms, and like a gush of water on a fire, I calmed. “You asked, he was answering, and you need to chill the fuck out. This”—he pointed to his cheek—“was when Donny pushed me to the ground so I didn’t get shot. And my clothes and hair? Who gives a damn about them? I’m alive. They all did their jobs, and Hank died for me.” Rush’s gaze hardened. “You want to be mad, fine, but not at them. They did their jobs!”

As I stood there, properly chastised by Rush, Snow swooped in. “Del, Gino, head into the study. Christopher is on his way; he should be here soon.” 

Snow placed a hand on my shoulder and one on Rush’s. “Why don’t the two of you go upstairs, wash up, get changed and bandaged? Meet us in the study when you’re all set.” His smile was soft, but his eyes were as cold as ice. “This will end.” 

Rush sighed and ran up the stairs without a word. 

“He needs you, Eight.” Snow gripped my hand. “When I say you, I mean the man he loves, not that beast you unleashed a moment ago. That’s not going to help him or this situation. He’s not made for this life, but he lives it because he loves you. Don’t let him slip away.” 

My words got stuck in my throat, so I simply nodded. Snow went into the study, Bill and Mace on his heels, and I went upstairs to face Rush. I wasn’t sure which man I’d encounter, and that scared me more than anything Liam could throw our way.


Saturday's Series Spotlight - Haven Hart Audiobook Edition
Part 1  /  Part 2


Joker's Sin(Haven Hart Spin-off)




Author Bio:
Davidson King, always had a hope that someday her daydreams would become real-life stories. As a child, you would often find her in her own world, thinking up the most insane situations. It may have taken her awhile, but she made her dream come true with her first published work, Snow Falling.

When she's not writing you can find her blogging away on Diverse Reader, her review and promotional site. She managed to wrangle herself a husband who matched her crazy and they hatched three wonderful children.

If you were to ask her what gave her the courage to finally publish, she'd tell you it was her amazing family and friends. Support is vital in all things and when you're afraid of your dreams, it will be your cheering section that will lift you up.


EMAIL: davidsonkingauthor@yahoo.com



Head Rush #9

Haven Hart Universe

Joker's Sin


๐Ÿ€Saturday's Series Spotlight๐Ÿ€: Zone Defense by Becca Seymour Part 1



No Take Backs #1
Summary:
Some things you can’t take back.

If you say those words, get caught glancing at his bulge, or share a heated kiss, it’s game over. The “no take backs” rule strikes, and there’s no way you can backtrack.

That’s the way it’s always been with me and Nate Griffin, my old best friend who thought he could change the rules.

It doesn’t matter that time and distance have pulled us apart. I’ve finally figured myself out and yanked my head out of my backside. Now, if only I can drag myself out of the closet and be the man I want to be for Nate…

But I’m a pro basketball player who has no desire to be a poster boy. Not only that, Nate and I don’t even live in the same country.

Nate, big-hearted guy he is, takes it all in his stride, and I can’t help but wonder if just maybe he’s too good for me. But hell if I can resist him.

It all boils down to: Do I want to take anything back when it comes to Nate Griffin?


No More Secrets #2
Summary:
Some things you can’t just blurt out… right?

When you’ve shared a kiss with your best friend and it blows your mind—and other parts of your body—it’s inevitable that everything changes.

That’s the way it now is with me and Jayden Moore, my best friend who thought he could rock my world with no consequences, all while throwing me his signature grin.

But this is Jayden we’re talking about. He gets himself into unexpected trouble no matter what, and when visiting Australia, I’m compelled to make sure he doesn’t get eaten by a croc or try to steal a kangaroo. Like the glutton for punishment I am, I follow him.

And that’s all great until my desperation and big mouth send our worlds spiraling. Apparently, we’re now officially a couple. And because of course it goes one step further, I’ve now got my very own fake fiancรฉ.

Being in the media is one thing, but being inspiration for others creates a whole new set of guilt and problems. But we’ll tackle it together and find our way back to how things were.

And if that’s not possible, just maybe Jayden and I can find ourselves with a brand-new label. One that’s real, and one I don’t run from. That’s the thing with Jayden: he has a way to extract my secrets. Whether he’s prepared for them or not.



No Take Backs #1
Prologue
Nate Griffin
Age 17
Me: What did McCormack want?

For thirty long minutes, the buttwipe didn’t respond. I watched my mobile, willing him to answer. I would have hung around after school to find out for myself, but Dad would have gone off at me if I’d shown up late for my shift at our family farm store.

Ryan: Be there in 10!!!!

I sighed, frustrated I hadn’t a clue what was going on. When the head of PE had called Ryan out of our final lesson of the day, something was clearly up. The man hadn’t looked annoyed, which was something, but it was now after four in the afternoon, and Dad kept throwing me frustrated glances, since I’d screwed up pricing up some new stock twice.

But hell if I could concentrate.

Since the first day of high school, Ryan and I had been all but attached at the hip. He’d been new to town, a place my family had lived for three generations. As soon as I’d seen the gangly eleven-year-old, dressed in the usual daggy Queensland state school uniform, but noticeably not new with the loose stitching on his shirt and the scuffs on his pleather shoes, he’d captured my interest. And when some ninth graders tried to give him shit, his mouth shut them down pretty damn quick. I’d decided there and then, I wanted Ryan to be my friend.

But me waiting to find out what was going on pushed my neediness to a new level. We didn’t do anything separately, or near enough nothing. Seriously, we hollered conversations through the locked bathroom door to each other if one of us was taking a dump. Christ, I’d even joined the local under fourteens basketball team, which soon moved to the under eighteens, despite being so not interested in the sport, just because Ryan loved it and was crazy good at it.

Admittedly, Ryan had conned me when I was twelve, and I’d half-heartedly said I’d join. As soon as my words were out there, he’d grinned before shouting, “No take backs.”

And to this day, our “no take backs” rule stood firm. Neither of us was sure of the punishment involved should we defy our now five-year-old rule, but I had no desire to find out, not if it meant making Ryan unhappy.

So me not knowing what was going on with my best mate, and waiting for over an hour to find out, was a new level of torture.

When the bell on the door chimed, bringing with it a shimmer of winter warmth, I almost fell into a box of mousetraps in my rush to peer around the aisle.

“A minute longer and I thought Nate was going to have a meltdown or sprain his neck.” My dad’s tone held an edge of humor, and I caught his eye roll.

“Was not,” I grumbled.

Dad scoffed. “Whatever you say, kiddo. Go take ten, as I’m convinced you’re going to have an aneurism if you don’t speak to Ryan.”

Ryan’s grin stretched wide. “Cheers, Mr. G. After, I’ll make sure I help.”

Dad threw him a friendly wink before turning his attention to Mrs. Henderson, who was dithering over some plants in our gardening area.

I indicated toward the back room, and Ryan followed, grin still firmly fixed. I examined him closely as soon as we were in the large storage area. “What gives?” He was all but vibrating. The grin didn’t slip, and his eyes legit sparkled. Only twice had I seen him so excited.

One time was when he’d seen Lynn’s boobs, though admittedly, there’d been a wide-eyed hint of wonder there too. I’d given him a high five when he’d told me while I’d swallowed my nausea. The other was four years ago when his mum up and left and his gran moved in to look after him and his little sister, Amber. That time my celebration had been real. His mum was a waster, and while his gran was strict, she loved her grandkids.

“McCormack pulled me into a conference call with a bloke from the college basketball league in Ohio and Coach Milton from Luton Vale University.”

My heart slammed in my chest at the news. I knew what this meant, and while it was incredible, I struggled to catch my breath.

“I’ve been offered a full ride.” Excitement lifted every single word, his whole body shaking.

“Shit, man.” I shook my head, willed my smile to the surface, and swallowed the emotion clawing its way up my throat. I grasped him in a hug, squeezing hard and patting him on the back. “I’m so freakin’ proud of you.”

It was hard to get a basketball scholarship, and an Australian being able to score one, and in a division one school at that, was pretty much unheard of. Well, in our neck of the woods anyway.

I pulled out of Ryan’s grasp, carefully arranging my expression and willing it to be real. “Have you told your gran yet?”

“Nah, you’re the first.” His words had me puffing out my chest, filling me with pride and a buttload of feelings I had no right to be experiencing. “I couldn’t wait to tell you. Shit.” He laughed and held out his shaky hand. “I can’t stop shaking.”

I reached out and squeezed his arm. “You’re going to be amazing.” He would kick butt in the college league. Hell, he had the skills to go all the way and make a career out of it. This time, a real grin appeared. “This is what you’ve always dreamed of. The pros, man. Like… college basketball… this is huge.”

A flutter of happiness cut through my sullenness. It beat the misery back, reminding me my best friend was freakin’ awesome. “And it’s okay to leave at the end of the year, right? It doesn’t matter about their term times or anything?”

“It’s all worked out. I need to make sure I keep my grades up, but that’s what I’ve got you for.” He swung a muscular arm around me and hauled me into a headlock, going to town rubbing his knuckles against my head.

I laughed, trying to shove away from him. The guy was too bloody strong for his own good, gangly limbs and all. Managing to break away with a curse and a “Piss off, Broadwater, before I take you down,” I caught his gaze, and I begged my thoughts to not dip into territories of just how I’d like to take him down. It wasn’t too difficult, not when he shot me a huge grin, his cheeks red, and a legit sparkle in his eyes.

This guy here was my friend, and I was okay with that. I always would be. I loved the guy, and I knew he loved my skinny arse right back. Platonic or not, that was everything.

“You wanna come with me to tell Gran and Amber?”

My heart leapt, wanting to be with him every step of the way and share in his excitement. “Hell yes. Let me beg off from work.”

Once more, Ryan slung his arm over my shoulders, this time squeezing and not thinking he was a comedian. “How about I do the talking? Your dad won’t be able to refuse.”

I snorted, knowing he was absolutely right. When his muscles shifted a little, becoming taut, I angled to look at him.

Ryan’s smile slipped. “You’ll find a way to come and visit, though, right?”

The slamming of my heart against my rib cage was almost painful. I wanted to celebrate with him, see him rise and take the pro ball world by storm. “Hell yes. Me and you, Broadwater, always. There’s not a chance you’re getting rid of me that easily.”

“No take backs.” His grin was wide and so disarming, I returned it immediately.

“In that case”—I nudged him—“best make it a first-class ticket as soon as you’re rich and famous.”

“Is that right?”

“You better believe it, hotshot. Nothing but the best from you to me. Think of it as payback for putting up with your weirdness all these years. And hell, you know how many ankle sprains I’ve put up with, just because you wanted to play basketball?” I rolled my eyes, earning me a nudge.

We stepped out into the storefront, laughing and shoving at each other. “Don’t get me started on weirdness, Nate the Niplett.”

“I do not have a third nipple!” I cringed, not realizing just how loud I’d defended my birthmark.

Ryan snorted just as Dad called out, “Yes, just get out of here.”

“Ha!” Ryan glanced at me like he’d made that happen. “I don’t even need words. Just my godly presence is enough.”

“Godly, huh?” I rolled my eyes and puffed out my cheeks to stop the loud laughter threatening to spill. “And so it begins. I’m telling you now, Ryan, if you even think about getting a god complex and your ego grows to the size of Uluru, don’t think I won’t be the one to remind you exactly who you are. Remember, I know all of your weirdness.”

His grin was broad. “Sounds like a plan. You’ll be my very own Obsidian Blade. I’m feeling all kinds of special already.”

I smirked at him. “I’ll go all Skulduggery on your arse.”

“Valkyrie. She’s the only one who can wield the blade.”

“You’re such a dork.”

“Me?” His wide-eyed horror didn’t stick, not when his lips twitched. “I’m going to be the one playing pro ball one day. There’s nothing dorky about that.”

I tugged at his arm, as Dad was giving me “the look,” the one indicating we were loud and ridiculous, and we needed to make ourselves scarce. “Come on, Faceless One, you keep telling yourself that while we make a run for it before Dad changes his mind.”

Ryan’s hand shot up in the air, and he waved it high and long and ridiculously over the top, shouting, “Bye, Mr. G. Nate can’t come home tonight as I need help with my homework, so we’ll see you tomorrow.” He then snagged my arm, and we hightailed it out of the store, ignoring Dad’s grumbles and laughing like little kids.



No More Secrets #2
Prologue
Sutton
A Few Months Back
The flashes of the cameras were blinding. Add in the chorus of cheers and some chants, and the atmosphere was electric. I hugged my friend Ryan close, saying, “We’ve got you, man,” then moved on to embrace his boyfriend, Nate. Both were overwhelmed but clearly trying to keep themselves together and their reactions controlled.

With a quick glance at Jayden at my side, whose idea this cheerleading-slash-welcome party was, I had to hand it to the guy. He’d done the right thing. He tended to joke around and play up to the media—both on and off the basketball court—but he’d read this situation right.

Ryan coming out on his terms was a hell of a thing, and Jayden immediately dragging me on a plane from Minnesota to Vegas so that when Ryan returned from his break in Mexico, it would be to a support party was genius.

While Ryan would hate the media attention, there was no getting away from the stories that were already blowing up after he came out on Instagram. This way, Jayden had made sure our friends had support. Heck, Jayden had even got Ryan’s new coach and a bunch of his new teammates on board too.

Jayden was lapping this up, and I couldn’t fault him for it. He was good at this sort of thing—playing the media, helping to shape narratives. He played a part and put on an act, a cockier version of himself. It was his big personality that had swindled me into being his friend years back when we spent summers at basketball camp together. I’d known then that it was likely I could never be rid of the guy whose smile was contagious and whose hairbrained schemes were questionable.

Our Ryan loves Nate tees were probably one of those questionable touches, but the smiles they’d earned us from Nate and Ryan meant they were the right decision.

“You’re not expected to do anything. Maybe wave and invite us all in for a beer.”

Jayden’s words drew my attention to him as he spoke to Ryan. Grinning widely, Jayden looked so pleased with himself. I held back my smile, proud of him for trying his hardest to be the best friend possible. I understood his motivation. It wasn’t like I was any different, especially when it came to Jayden and making him happy.

“Really?” Ryan’s relief was palpable. “You know I’ve been on vacation and have no beer or food, right?”

I gave him a chin lift. “All taken care of.” It hadn’t taken much to sweet-talk my way into Ryan’s condo to take in the beer and enough snacks to feed a group of hungry basketball players.

In convoy, we headed off the small stage area that Jayden had arranged. That was the thing about my best friend: he tended to go over-the-top and all-out, especially when it impacted someone he cared about. I kept my expression light as we made our way to the building, Jayden before me. At this side of the media circus, we were closer to a cluster of reporters. I tried hard to keep my face neutral as questions were thrown out, most aiming to get a rise out of Ryan.

“What do you say to the fans who are saying they’ll no longer support a team with men that kiss?”

I locked my jaw despite my best intentions at hearing the absurdity of the question. Where did this guy get off asking something so asinine? My tight jaw threatened to pop when “Men kissing are sick” made its way through a small group of bigoted dickheads.

Jayden abruptly pausing almost had me running into him. He angled to look at the small group of idiots, and I winced and reached for him, hoping he didn’t do anything rash.

“The stupid fuckers,” Jayden sneered just as my hand latched on his forearm. It was his “I’ll fucking show them” that had me worried. His gaze snapped to mine, and I searched his expression, wondering what he was playing at.

My “What—” was cut off when Jayden cupped my cheek and leaned in, too fast for me to react beyond staring wide-eyed as his lips pressed against mine. I froze as our mouths touched, and then my brain blanked when he opened his mouth. My body reacted, my lips following his lead as he kissed me.

Heat and shock unfurled in my chest, and when his tongue touched mine, awareness zapped through me. And then he was pulling away, grinning, his smile so wide and satisfied that you’d have thought he’d won the playoffs.

He tossed me a careless wink, laughed, smacked my arm, and carried on walking, completely unaffected. Nate’s “Holy shit” got me following, but beyond putting one foot in front of the other, everything else faded away.

What the fuck had just happened? More to the point, why the hell did I want my friend to kiss me all over again?

It was that thought that plagued me throughout the impromptu party, just like it lived with me for the next few weeks. The whole time Jayden alternated between being proud to have flipped the haters off, helping take the heat off Ryan and Nate, and shrugging the whole thing off with a laugh while ribbing me about how hot a kisser he was.

There was no apology for putting me in the spotlight, regardless that I didn’t mind assisting. There was definitely no “sorry” for stepping out of bounds and planting one on me. And there sure as shit wasn’t any hint that his kiss had shaken something loose in him as it had me.

All it took was a joking moment for him to unravel our friendship. It took weeks of me shifting from confusion, anger, lust, and something so much more, the four cycling in a loop, for me to finally say enough. I’d slammed the brakes on our friendship, leaving Jayden perplexed. And the reason? Despite me talking a big game about friendship and honesty and how I was a man of integrity, I didn’t sit him down and tell him the truth.

What was the point? Sharing my truth would have meant I’d lose him anyway. At least this way, it was on my terms.



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Becca Seymour is the #1 gay romance best seller of the True-Blue series, having sold more than seventy thousand copies of book one in the series so far. Known for “steamy and endearing” and “emotionally profound love stories” (InD'tale Magazine) her books have been nominated for multiple RONE Awards.

Becca lives and breathes all things book related. Usually with at least three books being read and two WiPs being written at the same time, Becca’s life is merrily hectic. She tends to do nothing by halves so happily seeks the craziness and busyness life offers.

Living on her small property in Queensland with her human family as well as her animal family of cows, chooks, and dogs, Becca appreciates the beauty of the world around her and is a believer that love truly is love.


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