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Size: 5.25 x 8.00 in
Pages: 373
The truth hurts. But in the end, honesty wins. Or does it?
Warren Prescott loves a challenge. He knows how to play the game and adapts when necessary to succeed in his cutthroat world. Tired of pining for a man he’s wanted for months, Warren intends to seal the deal. Until that man throws him an endearing curveball…
Be honest.
Gian Benedetti doesn't play games. Success has cost him the personal connections he craves, and he doubts he’ll take another chance on a relationship. Until the attractive, younger man with the brazen personality and confidence stirs his interest.
Except…someone else is playing games.
And threatening everything Gian has worked hard to achieve.
Warren won’t rest until he uncovers the new player and gets his forever with Gian.
But they’ll soon face a hard truth—
Honesty may be what brings them together…
Or it could be the one thing that tears them apart.
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Honestly Yours is an age-gap standalone romance. It features a snarky younger man with a giant crush on a good-hearted, affectionate, bisexual older man. Expect some banter, a little mystery, a few twists, a dash of angst, curious parents, animal trivia, and a whole lot of love…and hugs (so many hugs).
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Publisher: Independently Published
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Pairings: M-M
Heat Level: 4
Romantic Content: 5
Ending: Click here to reveal
Character Identities: Bisexual, Gay
Protagonist 1 Age: 26-35
Protagonist 2 Age: 36-45
Tropes: Age Difference, Death of Parent, Find Love and Come Out, Hurt / Comfort, Love Can Heal / Redemption, May/December, Most Mindblowing Sex Ever, True Love
Word Count: 96800
Setting: USA, FL, Miami
Languages Available: English
[Gian] took another sip of his whiskey, enjoying the blanket of calm that surrounded him.
“Mind if I sit?”
He turned at the rich baritone voice, confirming the question had been aimed at him.
He nearly swallowed his tongue, struck by how handsome the man was.
Quickly recovering, Gian slowly spun his glass of whiskey on the bar top as he assessed the stranger. The man was tall, easily six feet, maybe an inch more. His light brown hair was short in the back and sides, but long enough at the top to sport the perfect I-don’t-give-a-fuck style. He was undoubtedly younger, but his eyes held an unmistakable wisdom beyond his years.
Gian craned his neck, peering around the man standing at his side. Every other barstool remained empty. He scratched his temple, casually scanning the room. There were several watchful eyes on their exchange.
READ MORESo much for privacy.
He visually swept the man from his broad shoulders down to his narrow waist. Dressed in black slacks and a black button-down shirt with the sleeves pushed up his lean-muscled forearms, the man’s presence was commanding, far more than the other men in the club with their three-piece suits and platinum cufflinks.
With a simple tilt of his head, the man silenced a few of the neighboring conversations. The young man turned to face Gian again. His gaze was steady with eyes that were amber or green, the lighting made it a little tough to tell.
“Or I could just stand here while you keep staring at me like that.” A slow half smile curled the corner of his mouth.
Gian tapped his thumb against the bar top and narrowed his eyes. “There are a dozen other seats available.”
He shrugged. “I want this one.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re sitting next to it.”
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