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Release to Grey Cole!
Out in Time is LIVE!
Meet Wade and Heath in this
sexy stand-alone novella!
Blurb
A closeted football star. An out and
proud photographer. And a road trip.
Wade Truman had grown accustomed to
admiring Heath Taylor from afar. Now, years of denying himself and the
irresistible Heath are wreaking havoc on Wade’s resolve. The odds are stacked
against them … they’re graduating college soon. Wade just signed a multimillion
dollar football deal—thrusting him even further into the spotlight. Not to
mention, what would the gorgeously refined Heath want with a small town jock
boy like himself anyway?
Heath grew up privileged, accepted, and
out. And the two hells he swore he would never put himself through—crushing on
a straight guy and being anyone’s dirty little secret—have presented themselves
in one sweet talkin’, dream hauntin’ package. One weekend with Wade, and
Heath’s sure the devil himself has come a-knockin’.
Warning: Contains Southern accents
wielded like weapons of desire, a snarky, do-gooder Pennsylvanian, and two boys
deserving of true love.
Only 99c!!
Review by: ERIN
This can't be the end! I need another one! This story has a lot of elements for a short read.
Heath is an out of the closet photographer. Wade is a solidly in the closet football player. They meet at an LGBT meeting on campus and a friendship strikes up. They also do some work together at the school paper. When Wade gets the chance to interview one of his football heros, he takes Heath along as his photographer. They have a weekend together on this road trip. Will the feelings they have been harboring for each other come to light?
Amazing read. I liked that there was no drama and that they got to learn more about each other and determine their true feelings. I need another book to tell me what happens next!
5 Stars
Excerpt
“Dare,” Wade ventured.
“Nope, my turn. Dare,”
Heath demanded. “I dare you to show me something embarrassing. Something stupid
you do that no one knows about.”
Wade thought for a moment.
He didn’t do anything stupid. Well, he didn’t think he did. “Like what?”
“Hmm … well, you can’t use
this against me later, but something stupid I do is dance around in my room.
Wearing just my underwear.”
“A lot of people do that.
That’s not stupid.”
“To One Direction?” Heath
added with a wry grin.
Wade burst out laughing.
“Uh, maybe not.”
“Shut up. They’re fun.
Makes me feel good.”
A lock of that soft, brown
hair fell across Heath’s forehead, and Wade longed to brush it away. “See, that
makes it not stupid.”
“You’re deflecting. This is
your dare. Not mine. Whatcha got?”
He thought about it for a moment
and then nodded. “I have to show you? Can’t tell you?”
“That’s what makes it a
dare.”
“’K.” Wade heaved his large
frame from his comfy spot and moved to the space between the beds. Heath sat up
quickly and spun around, sitting Indian-style with a huge grin on his face. “I
don’t want to disappoint you. It’s not all that impressive.”
“Go on, quarterback. Show
me what no one else has ever seen,” he taunted.
“Fine. I’m too buzzed for
this to be graceful. Just remember that.”
“Do your worst.” Heath lifted his glass, toasting Wade
before slamming back another shot.
Wade turned and faced the
nightstand that divided the room. At least he wouldn’t have to look into
Heath’s face as he did this. He took a deep breath and released it slowly as he
bent at the waist and dropped his arms to the floor to support his upper body.
He let his feet slide back and his head dangle before rotating it side to side
between his arms, slipping into what had become second nature for him over the
years. “Downward dog,” he announced. Wade stared at his feet for a moment
before breathing deeply again, bringing up his head, dropping his hips and
forearms, and rising onto the tips of his toes. “Plank.” He started to feel a
little weirded out since Heath hadn’t made a peep. So, he moved quickly by
dropping the rest of his body to the floor but arching his spine and neck
toward the ceiling. “Cobra.”
“I can’t believe you do
yoga. That’s fucking awesome. Show me some more,” Heath finally encouraged.
Wade could hear the awe in his voice, so despite how ridiculous he probably
looked, he found himself complying. He did a couple more poses on the floor
before moving into a standing position.
Then, he did his favorite. He figured out why that was
long ago. It made him feel graceful, at a time in his life when his size made
him anything but. He
balanced himself on one leg
and brought the other up to rest one foot on the inside of his thigh. Now, he
was facing Heath, so he grinned a little at the wide-eyed look he was giving
him. Finally, he brought his arms over his head much like a ballerina would do
but kept moving his hands until his fingers locked together. He opened his
mouth to speak, the self-deprecating comment that had sprung to mind died on
his tongue, though, as Heath launched himself at Wade.
Before he could move to
defend himself from the incoming fingers, Heath wedged them into his ribs and
wiggled them hard. Wade’s breath whooshed out of him, and he lost his balance,
throwing his arms around Heath to catch himself from falling. Instead of
steadying him, Heath’s momentum sent them both toppling backward onto the other
bed.
Wade grunted when Heath’s
elbow came down to hit him in the stomach. He tried to laugh at their suddenly
awkward position, but it ended up coming out like a bark. Heath didn’t stop
tickling him, so instead of letting him go, he squeezed his arms tighter around
Heath. Heath’s entire body rested against his—their chests, their stomachs,
their hips, their—oh, lord, help him—their crotches, even Heath’s toes
stretched out on top of Wade’s bare feet.
Heath finally exhausted all
his laughter and relinquished the torturous tickling, although he made no move
to extract himself from Wade. He finally looked up at him, and his eyes
practically glittered with mischief. “I’m sorry,” he laughed. “I couldn’t
resist.”
“You don’t look sorry,”
Wade mock-complained.
“You’re right. That was a
lie.” Heath grinned, and his eyes darted to Wade’s lips.
“Dare me,” Wade blurted
before he could doubt himself any further.
Heath gave a nervous laugh
before asking, “Dare you to what?”
“Dare me to kiss you.”
Heath’s green eyes widened
and shot back up to Wade’s before tightening at the corners. “Why would I do
that?”
“Because I know you want me
to,” Wade boasted before swallowing hard. “More than that—I want to.”
All rights reserved. Copyright Grey Cole 2015.
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Grey Cole
Grey
Cole always dreamt of a book that featured hot male-on-male action that grew to
encompass one lucky woman. Okay … maybe Grey really dreamt of this scenario
playing out in real life and then decided to purge all those dirty thoughts
onto the page.
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