Цикл книг «Fan Service» — 5 книг

Sebas
I just came out of the closet.
I blew the doors off that bitch.
Then I ran away crying.
Screaming those two words may have cost me my future, but I’m going to work my ass off to make my dreams come true.
Now that most people in my life know I’m gay, step one of my master plan is done.
No matter what though, I’m never hiding again.
Even if I don’t make it as an artist, I’ll never go back into the closet.
No one could convince me otherwise.
I’m sure of this…

And then, I meet him.


Adam
I’m never coming out of the closet.
Well, at least not for another twenty years.
I hope.
I don’t want to be the first out queer player in the NFL.
I don’t want to be the gay poster boy for them or anyone else.
And I definitely don’t want to be that and a rookie that has to prove everyone right.
Since freshman year of high school, people have been telling me I’m going to be the next big thing in the NFL.
It may have something to do with who my dad is and definitely has something to do with who my grandfather is.
A born and bred southern boy with two Superbowl rings and a golden Hall of Fame jacket even though he only played in the NFL for five years.
Forty years ago.
Yeah, Clive Darnell is a living legend, and thanks to his sports talk-show people are still obsessed with him.
And by association, me.
I have it all planned out though, I’ll have an amazing and long career in the NFL.
Then, when I retire with at least a couple of Superbowl rings, I’ll just start dating men.
No fuss, no explanations.
I’ve been working for this moment for most of my life, there’s no way I’m losing sight of the end goal now, and there’s no way I’ll do anything to jeopardize my chances of being the best football player I can be.
There's no way...

And then, I meet him.

Sebas
I just came out of the closet.
I blew the doors off that bitch.
Then I ran away crying.
Screaming those two words may have cost me my future, but I’m going to work my…

Glenn
With so many things to do before I graduate college, any distraction is an unwelcome one. I’m not in the greatest mindset when George arrives at my place to move in, and let’s just say I’m not a ray of f***ing sunshine our first day as roommates. When I finally make things right and start a tentative friendship with him, he throws me a curveball by kissing me. Can anyone blame me when my reaction to that kiss is to offer him a friends with benefits deal? The guy’s the definition of handsome—he looks like he could be a Hemsworth for f*ck’s sake—I couldn’t let the opportunity pass me by now that I know he’s not straight. I have way too many things to do in order to get the life I want, so having a live-in hookup seems to be the perfect solution to let off some steam.

George
I’ve known I’m not straight for almost a year now. The realization didn’t come because of Glenn, but my attraction to him cemented it. Now, I have a chance to explore this new side of my sexuality with the only person in campus who I hung out with last year, too. The fact that he’s a gorgeous walking contradiction—buff and tattooed, but also a big-glasses-wearing genius—doesn’t hurt a thing. How he’s able to be so willingly vulnerable draws me in, and before I know it, I’m catching feelings. And just when I think he’s catching some himself, he drops a bomb that makes me question if the “friends” part of our deal is real.

Will Glenn ever fully trust me?

Glenn’s moving to Boston next year; no matter how much of a nervous wreck he is about getting his acceptance letter to MIT, I know he will—he’s worked too hard not to. And I… I don’t know where I’ll be, all I know is I’ll be playing for an NFL team. Our deal to be friends with benefits for our last year at Cavendish and then go back to being just friends seems to be the most logical, and we both love logic. But when things start going off track we have some decisions to make.

Will we fight for each other?

Glenn
With so many things to do before I graduate college, any distraction is an unwelcome one. I’m not in the greatest mindset when George arrives at my place to move in, and…

Mike

I have all I’ve ever dreamed of except for one thing. I have my dream job playing football in the NFL, a big dog who loves me almost as much as I love him, great friends, and a loving family. Now if I could only find the prefect partner for me. Someone who wants to cuddle with a six foot nine chubby guy, loves dogs and food as much as I do. If the last four years since I graduated college have taught me anything, it's that I'm asking too much.

Right now, though, all I’m focused on is finishing the regular season with enough wins to get to the Playoffs and getting the perfect birthday cake for my friend’s daughter’s birthday. I need to convince the pastry chef of my favorite bakery to do a special order for me and I’m pulling out all the stops to convince them.

Theo

There are a lot of things Mike McKinnley doesn’t know. Like my full name, the fact that we live in the same city, or that I’m the pastry chef he’s texting, asking for a special order when I almost never do those. He doesn’t know that he made me believe there was still good in the world after spending years losing hope little by little. He absolutely doesn’t know he’s dealing with a man who could have an anxiety attack at any moment. He also doesn’t know that in my mind he’s the standard to which I compare all men. He doesn’t know I’ve been actively avoiding running into him—on the off chance that he recognizes me from our one meeting nine years ago—for years. He doesn’t know I’m terrified of him shattering that standard if we ever speak again, because it’s only thanks to that fantasy that I still believe there are good men out there.

How can I keep avoiding him when he’s constantly texting me and being all cute and shit?

Turns out I can’t.

Turns out I never stood a chance because Mike McKinnley is irresistible.

Mike McKinnley is the perfect man.

Mike McKinnley is definitely too good for me.

And I’ve been hiding who I really am from him for too long.

What will happen when he eventually finds out who I am?

Mike

I have all I’ve ever dreamed of except for one thing. I have my dream job playing football in the NFL, a big dog who loves me almost as much as I love him, great friends,…

Harrison
I’m an almost fifty year old billionaire and a single father who has raised two fully functioning adults. I’ve taken an already successful company and expanded it. I’ve kept generational secrets from the world and even from my kids in order to protect them. I’ve worked a lot, earned a lot, and I’ve sacrificed more than I ever wished to. And still… five white dinosaurs who shouldn’t even be on my board of directors think they can control me, they think they can pull my strings as if I’m their puppet. They’re in for a rude awakening. Instead of letting my impulses rule me, I follow my son’s suggestion, and exposing them as the bigots they are will be a lot more satisfying. If I happen to get a hot hookup with a drop dead gorgeous man out of this mess, well that’s no one's business but ours.

Tristan
I’m very good at my job. I’m proud of what my twin sister and I have built at JPR, and I’m sure we’ll keep growing our company in the next five years, but when Harrison his-middle-name-should-be-f***ing Crawford asks for a consult, you drop everything no matter how successful you are, even if it's a week before Christmas. Because no one is more successful than the unofficial King of Manhattan—he owns most of it after all. I wasn’t prepared for NYC’s most eligible bachelor to ask us to find him a fake boyfriend. What I never could’ve imagined, though, was for my sister—in a sick twist of the Hunger Games—to volunteer me as tribute. Tis the season after all, so I go with the flow and stumble upon a secret so dangerous it can only bring me closer to my fake boyfriend. With the holidays upon us, I find myself in the middle of the most intense family gathering ever. Will I still be here for the next one? Or will Harrison toss me aside once he's gotten through the storm that all those secrets coming to the surface brought?

Harrison
I’m an almost fifty year old billionaire and a single father who has raised two fully functioning adults. I’ve taken an already successful company and expanded it. I’ve…

Derek
With everyone around me falling in love, I’ve never been more certain that I want the complete opposite. I don’t want love, I don’t need love.
It doesn’t matter that my heart skips a beat whenever my best friend smiles at me. Nope, I don’t want love at all.
But the universe decided that what I want doesn’t matter, because my best friend kisses me, shows me what I’m missing—what my friends found—then immediately breaks my heart.

Hawk
My brother is a dumbass. A drunk dumbass most of the time, and thanks to him I just fucked up the best friendship I’ve ever had.
But I have a plan.
And the plan goes perfectly, until it makes me realize that patching up my friendship with Derek is not all I want. What I want is much, much more.
I want everything.

The only problem is, when I think I’m well on my way to getting exactly that, my dumbass brother strikes again.

Derek
With everyone around me falling in love, I’ve never been more certain that I want the complete opposite. I don’t want love, I don’t need love.
It doesn’t matter that my…