Author: Louise Lyons
Cover Design: Simon Searle
Genre: Contemporary MM Romance
Release Date: 20 October 2018
Length: 144 pages
Determined to stay single, Dean Simpson and his best friend Ryan have been playing a game, where each man chooses a potential hook-up for the other, usually someone nothing like their usual type. But with Ryan now off the market, Dean agrees to one final round of the game and allows his friend to choose his toy for the evening.
Casper Mancuso is about as far from Dean’s type as he can get. Casper is pretty, flamboyant, and attention-seeking, but sexy with it. Dean decides one night can’t hurt, but when Casper makes it clear his aim is the same as Dean’s – to have one bit of fun and then move on – Dean finds himself surprisingly disappointed.
With both men keen to avoid a relationship at all costs, it seems there can be no chance for anything between them. And yet the pair are drawn to each other and despite some hurtful comments and a very public argument, they just can’t stay away from each other. Eventually Dean is forced to admit that the very antithesis of what he usually likes is exactly what he’s been waiting for.
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“Yeah. Quick, we got one!” Breaking into a run, I charged toward the train just as the doors began to close. I sprang through and held the door as Casper caught up. Only two other people were in the carriage, one hidden behind a newspaper and the other with his eyes closed and iPod ear buds in his ears. The tinny sound of his music was loud enough to be heard above the hum of the train as it moved off. We took two seats by the door and I stretched out my legs in front of me. “You said you live with your grandparents?”
“Yes.” Casper half-turned towards me and immediately became animated. “My mum was only fifteen when I was born. She tried, but she couldn’t cope with getting bullied for having a baby that young. She didn’t bond with me and pretty much left me with her parents all the time. She ran away when she was sixteen and the next thing my grandparents heard, she was dead from drugs.”
“Shit!” I turned to look at him. “I’m sorry.”
“Thanks, but I didn’t know her. I was just a baby. Nan and Grandad were always my parents really and they’re quite young, not sixty yet. They were married at eighteen and had my mum the same year, so it’s not like having ancient parents. Grandad always played football and stuff with me when I was a kid, until he finally realised I hated sports and wanted to bake with Nan instead.” Casper laughed loudly and the newspaper on the other side of the carriage lowered to reveal a man’s irritated expression. I switched my gaze back to Casper’s face as he continued.
“Grandad did his best to give me ‘the talk’ when I was about eleven or twelve, but I’d already heard most of it from my mates and didn’t care for it. I already knew I didn’t like girls. Not like that anyway. I had a tonne of female friends. I came out to my grandparents when I was fourteen and they were pretty cool, although they didn’t really understand. I’ve been lucky mostly. My mates were all okay with it except for one who was convinced I was after his arse. I mean, really.”
I snorted and struggled to suppress a grin. Casper’s constant chatter didn’t irritate me the way I’d thought it would at first. I found him amusing and entertaining.
“What? You’re laughing at me?”
“No, go on.”
“I can shut up. I told you earlier I talk too much. Why don’t you tell me about you instead?”
“There’s not much to tell. I share a house with my mate Ryan. I’m a fitness instructor. Working the weekends and evenings sucks, but I’m sort of self-employed so I can get out of it unless someone specifically books me.”
“Oh, cool! Well, not cool for me. I hate the gym. But it sounds cool. Do you do massage?” He leaned in closer and waggled his eyebrows.
“Yeah, sports massage. It hurts like a bastard.”
“Oh.” His face fell, and his full bottom lip protruded. “Maybe you could make an exception and do it gently?”
Newspaper-man looked up again and glared. The train slowed, and I got to my feet. “This is our stop.”
“Is it? That was quick. It usually seems to take ages. I suppose it makes a difference having someone to talk to. You don’t notice the time passing, do you?” Casper followed me, still talking, as I strode through the station to the District line. A lit sign indicated the next train would be along in three minutes.
“Which gym do you work at?” Casper asked.
“Hercules.” Since I was taking him to my house, there didn’t seem any point keeping my place of work a secret.
Louise Lyons comes from a family of writers. Her mother has a number of poems published in poetry anthologies, her aunt wrote poems for the church, and her grandmother sparked her inspiration with tales of fantasy.
Louise first ventured into writing short stories at the grand old age of eight, mostly about little girls and ponies. She branched into romance in her teens, and MM romance a few years later, but none of her work saw the light of day until she discovered FanFiction in her late twenties. Posting stories based on some of her favourite movies, provoked a surprisingly positive response from readers. This gave Louise the confidence to submit some of her work to publishers, and made her take her writing “hobby” more seriously.
Louise lives in the UK, about an hour north of London, with a mad dog called Casper, and a collection of tropical fish and tarantulas. She works in the insurance industry by day, and spends every spare minute writing. She loves to run long-distance and some of her best writing inspiration comes to her when her feet are pounding the open road. She often races home afterward, and grabs pen and paper to make notes.
Louise has always been a bit of a tomboy, and one of her other great loves is cars and motorcycles. Her car and bike are her pride and job, and she loves to exhibit the car at shows, and take off for long days out on the bike, with no one for company but herself.
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