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I don’t like him.
Reed Chambers reminds me of every guy who was ever a jerk to me. With his drop dead good looks and overly confident stroll. His quiet, cold eyes that send shivers across my shoulders.
But since we’re stuck together working on an indie horror movie that is my brother’s entire life's passion, not to mention that the guy is my best friend’s new fling, I guess I should give him a chance.
The thing is… I don’t want to.
Then we get caught in the dark. Alone. Only the circles of our flashlights to see. Our words drop into whispers as he leans in closer, warmth brushing my forearm. A spark flutters in my chest. His breath catches.
And the only thing I can think is, “Oh, fu*k.”
Love beyond the binary, serving up trans romances at Randy's Diner
Final Boy at Randy’s is a medium-angst standalone m/m best friend’s boyfriend, opposites attract romance with a boundary-pushing MUA, a condemned hotel that might or might not be haunted, and a misunderstood jock with a stomach dropping smile and secrets of his own. It features a trans/cis pairing.
298 pages, Kindle Edition
First published September 19, 2024
😲📚📖 ■ "Lennox : "Unbelievable," Reed whispers. He leaves the cart at the door, his flashlight scanning over the bookshelves. “Eerie as fuck but beautiful.”
I swallow. My heart rate has slowed, but it’s still elevated. I don’t know if it’s going to calm down until we leave. “It is beautiful.”
My fingers itch to draw it. It's almost otherworldly, the library and the books, the drifts of dust in the diffused glow from the skylight, and the way that it almost paints Reed, his jaw still lit from underneath, one arm dark from those tattoos. It’s all beautiful.
Fuck, I should not think that about Indy’s boyfriend.
But in art, beauty is symmetry and contrast. And Reed definitely has that. Symmetry in his face, contrast between his tattoos and his skin."
■ "Reed: That curve of his lips, thicker lips, and those dark irises, black brows, a trace of stubble, and his hand sweeping back his hair with those black-painted nails. The hug of his jeans on his legs, the rips over his knees.
He’s so crisp, so clear, in the half-world where I’m floating. A place where I’m not tethered to anything, where I’m not stuck on who I’m supposed to be, or who I’m expected to be. And I do what I should absolutely not be doing, my hand moving without permission, that exhaustion melting away."
■ "Reed: “I think we should all be confused more,” he continues. “I think we should fucking normalize it. That we should appreciate it.” He pauses. “I don’t want to live my life stuck in the same spot where I never feel confused, never grow, never discover something new. Being confused shows character and intelligence and reflection and a willingness to change. I think it shows the person you really are, Reed.”
I stare back at him..." 👏
■ "Lennox: “It’s not just physical.” His forehead lines. “It’s not just a physical need. It’s more. I want…” He swallows deeply. “I want to be in here. Your room, your world, your mind. Your body is part of that, but it’s only one part. And I don’t want to rush through it.”
I run my thumb along his jaw. “We can take it slower.”
“Are you sure?”
My lips rise. “We can try.” (😏🤭 I bet they can try, with these two so eager for each other and hot as they are...)