Genre: Contemporary, Hockey, Romance
Follow the money or follow your heart? Either way, you lose.
When a blown tire leads directly to mind-blowing sex with a white knight named Dakota, pro-hockey player Bryce Lowery discovers he is most definitely gay.
Being with Dakota opens up a whole new world. Bryce can’t imagine life without him. But he refuses to be Bryce's dirty little secret. If he wants to keep Dakota, he’s either going to have to come out publicly or retire and walk away from millions of dollars.
Bryce Lowery feels like the answer to all of Dakota’s prayers. But is Dakota willing to leave the only life he’s ever known only to be thrust into the spotlight as the boyfriend of the first out gay hockey player? Would their relationship even survive it?
He’ll lose Bryce if he doesn’t because Bryce will leave eventually. No one would turn down millions of dollars for a nobody with nothing.
City Boy is a first time gay, fish out of water, May/December love story with a happy ending. It features snarky siblings, a dirty-talking farmer, lots of food, and big choices. (No poultry was harmed in the making of this book.)
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Dakota’s heart had jumped into his throat at the sharp knock on his front door. Eight years after his parents’ death, and he still expected to find a cop at the door letting him know that his world had collapsed.
In his defense, not a lot of people knocked.
At this hour of the night, odds were it was his new landlord. The man currently occupying approximately eighty-seven percent of his thoughts, the ridiculously sexy and sweet, professional hockey player, Bryce Lowery.
Yeah, he may have spent the last two hours watching YouTube videos of the man in action. Just like he had last night. It was getting to be a habit, something that was between him and his browser history.
Maybe if he ignored Bryce, he would go away.
The next knock was louder. Beezy raised her head and looked sleepily at Dakota as if asking if he was going to do anything about the noise.
“Not even one bark?” he asked the dogs. “Useless. I should give you to a petting zoo.”
Beezy thumped her tail on the couch, hitting Lu in the face. The other dog didn’t budge.
Might as well get this meeting over with. Bryce wouldn’t leave until he laid out all the reasons why Dakota had been wrong today.
With a sigh, Dakota got up to answer the door. Once he had committed to moving, the dogs jumped off the couch, barking loudly, and following him down the narrow hallway. “Useless,” Dakota muttered under his breath as they pushed past him.
He would hear Bryce out, nod in agreement, and then get back to drinking and pretending to read.
As with everything that had happened in the last, oh, forty-eight hours, things had not gone the way Dakota had expected.
From the second Bryce had apologized, Dakota had felt off-balance. Try as he might, he couldn’t find anything underneath Bryce’s words. No hidden meanings, no subtext. How was he supposed to react to a genuine apology?
Kyle had wielded apologies like weapons, granting or withholding them as a way of getting what he wanted.
He knew it wasn’t fair to prejudge Bryce based on his experiences with Kyle, but he couldn’t help it. That relationship had become the baseline against which all other relationships were measured.
Not that he and Bryce were dating. They weren’t even friends. They were just strangers forced together by circumstance.
Now the guy sat in his back room, stomach growling because he hadn’t fed himself all day, and Dakota couldn’t stop staring at the bruise his mouth had left on Bryce’s neck. It peeked out from underneath the collar of his buttoned up and tucked in flannel shirt.
Never mind. Even if Bryce had waved off his apology, Dakota had left him on his own all day. The least he could do was feed him.
“Come on, I’ll make you some food,” he said to Bryce. The man must have to eat six times a day to maintain that muscle mass. “Did you at least grab an apple or two off a tree?”
Bryce stopped in the hallway, mouth hanging open. “It didn’t even occur to me,” he admitted. “I don’t expect food to be literally hanging around.”
Dakota smiled despite his inner turmoil. How could this guy be so physically imposing and so damn cute at the same time?
Before he could stop himself, he reached out, cupping his hand around Bryce’s neck and rubbed his thumb over the purpling mark.
His brain might be confused around Bryce, but his body knew with one hundred percent certainty what it wanted.
So did Bryce’s. He shivered, pupils expanding rapidly.
Dakota slid his fingers up the line of Bryce’s jaw, feeling the combination of new stubble on his freshly shaved face. “I think I like you better without the beard. But I love the plaid.”
Dakota dragged his hand down Bryce’s shirt and turned away before he did something stupid like push Bryce against the wall or drag him into his bedroom.
Dakota had learned the hard way not to trust decisions he made when he was scared and sad and lonely. Especially ones involving gorgeous men who offered to save him.Add on Goodreads