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American Dream (Flying into Love #8)

by C F White

Can acting out the American dream with his dad’s best friend change an unyielding fantasy into reality?

Eddie Brownlee’s Hollywood dreams turn to nightmare when his safety is threatened.

Ex cop Lee Everett steps in as his reluctant bodyguard.

Stuffed together in hotel rooms with only one bed and navigating the vast desert landscape for their location filming, Eddie’s long-standing crush on his dad’s best friend complicates things. Especially when Eddie ignites something in Lee he’d thought he’d left at the top of a mountain.

Struggling between desire and duty once again, Lee faces a whirlwind of emotions that could threaten everything he holds dear.

This time it's not his career on the line, though. It's Eddie’s life.

And his heart.

American Dream is an age gap, dad’s best friend, forced proximity, bi awakening standalone MM romance novel in the steamy Flying into Love series featuring a lawyer’s son determined to make it big and an ex-firearms cop on a late path to self-discovery.

Published:
Cover Artists:
Kelly Martin

Narrators:
Piers Ryman

Genres:
Contemporary

Tags:
author - british, format - series, potential trigger - traumatic past, what - concept - danger, what - condition - adhd, what - condition - ptsd, what - topic - road trip, where - city - hollywood, where - city - las vegas, where - city - london, who - nationality - english, who - occupation - actors, who - occupation - bodyguard

Pairings: M-M
Heat Level: 4
Romantic Content: 4
Ending: Click here to reveal
Character Identities: Bisexual, Gay
Protagonist 1 Age: 46-65
Protagonist 2 Age: 18-25
Tropes: Age Difference, Bodyguard/Guardian Angel, Coming Out Later in Life, Forbidden Love, Forced Proximity, Hurt / Comfort, Slow Burning Love
Word Count: 97000
Languages Available: English
Series Type: Same Universe / Various Characters

About the Author

Brought up in the relatively small town in Hertfordshire, I managed to do what most other residents of the town try and fail. Leave.

Going off to study at a West London University, I realised there was a whole city out there just waiting to be discovered, so much like Dick Whittington before, I never made it back home and still endlessly searches for the streets paved with gold; slowly coming to the realisation that it is mostly paved with chewing gum. And the odd bit of graffiti. And those little circles of yellow spray paint where the council point out the pot holes to someone who is supposedly meant to fix them instead of stare at them endlessly whilst holding a polystyrene foam cup of watered down coffee.

Eventually I moved from West to East along that vast District Line, and settled for pie and mash, cockles and winkles, and a bit of Knees Up Mother Brown to live in the East End of London; securing a job, creating a life, a home, a family.

Having worked in Higher Education for the most proportion of my adult life, a life-altering experience brought pen back to paper, having written stories as a child but never having the confidence to show them to the world. Now embarking on this writing malarkey, I cannot stop. So strap in, it’s a bumpy ride from here on in.