Boy Next Door

Title: Boy Next DoorBuy the Book: Amazon

savoured reading this like it was a top shelf liquor- reading slowly to appreciate its rich notes and repeating some phrases because I wanted to make it last as long as possible and it was so good. This author has the skills to make you laugh and cry and walk away sated in the end. I loved Joey and Nonno's talks. Some made me laugh and some brought tears to my eyes. I still hate Michelle for being a lying cheating wh**e. She can never redeem herself imo.
She should have used her words with Liam before using her body on Nico. Everytime I read her name I see red. Joey was so dang precious that I just wanted to hug him and tell him it will be okay. I got a kick out of the babies and cats bath tub scene. Too cute. I love the heart and comraderie of both families, but sometimes they're too much and you just want to tell them to go take a seat. I think Gina could be in charge of training the Nazi youth- she has those tendencies. I loved the last proposal. You gotta do it when it feels right. I look forward to more adventures with these loving men and their extended others.

B. McGrath

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Blurb:

This is a story about losing the path and finding yourself. It contains kissing, yelling, and carb-loaded family interventions.

Hockey superstar Joey Luciano has always been good at being whatever people needed him to be. The fans want a good-looking fast-living party boy? Enter ‘the Looch,’ Joey’s carefully created public persona. But the cracks in his mask are starting to show, and he’s begun to lose touch with who he really is. It’s going to take someone who’s been there from the very beginning, to help him find his way home.

Coach Liam O’Reilly always had a very clear picture of what his life should look like. Falling in love with the infuriating, passionate, stubborn, and endlessly fascinating boy next door was not part of the plan. But when Liam’s carefully constructed life fell apart one Christmas Eve, Joey Luciano was there to pick up the pieces. Now Liam can't stop wanting him.

The passion blazing between them on the ice and behind closed doors could leave both of them badly burned. But through the smoke, Liam can see glimpses of a future brighter than any he’d imagined, a future worth risking his career and reputation for, if only he is brave enough to reach for it.

But Joey’s got a secret he’s keeping from everyone. If it gets out, it could be the end of everything.


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Liam knew Patrick was lying to him, that much was a given. Exactly what he was lying about and what he hoped to accomplish by it were the real questions.

As the youngest of the gang, Patrick was often the appointed gofer, but the others didn’t usually ask him to lie; mostly because he was really bad at it. He also couldn’t be trusted with secrets and couldn’t keep a straight face if his life depended on it.

“Why didn’t Gina come and get me?” Liam asked as he followed Patrick through the crowded club. “Isn’t this usually her job? She’s a much better liar than the rest of you.”

Blasts of arctic air from the air conditioners worked fruitlessly to counteract the body heat of hundreds of athletes, fans, and pirate-costumed partygoers that combined with the hot Tampa night to turn the club into a sauna–and not the nice kind of sauna. Liam had other people’s sweat on his body. Something he didn’t mind in more intimate situations, or on the ice, but that lost its appeal when it wasn’t from people of his choosing.

“Gina’s sweet-talking some waiter into getting us a bottle of tequila,” Patrick explained.

Liam groaned. Nights that started out with the gang and tequila never ended well. Never. “How come Carter isn’t trying to talk her out of it?” Gina’s husband claimed to be making an effort to rein in his wild wife, but Liam knew he secretly loved the unpredictability and fun she brought to his life.

All the Lucianos were like that. You never knew what they were going to do.

“Carter didn’t come, remember? Matt’s sick.” Matt was Gina’s eleven-year-old son.

Patrick twisted through the tightly packed dance floor, leading Liam past a gaggle of women in tiny black and red striped skirts and white bikini tops. One of the women had wrapped a red bandana around her head in lieu of a costume. He gave her a D for effort, but an A for execution. He had no problems with the whole slutty pirate look.

“Ladies,” Liam said, raising his glass to them as he squeezed past close enough to touch.

“Where’s your costume, honey?” One of the women shouted over the pounding music. She trailed her long fingernail down the sleeve of his white dress-shirt.

Liam’s suit and tie did stand out in the crowd, but no one had seen fit to tell him that the All-Stars was going to be a pirate-themed weekend. Unsurprisingly, he hadn’t brought anything appropriately piratey. Leaving his jacket back at the hotel was as casual as he could get.

 

“It’s at the cleaners,” he told the women. He smiled and shrugged as he walked backward away from them. “My parrot crapped on it.”