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.
I have been on a m/m kick as of late so I am always looking
for a good m/m book to try. Out In Time overall was an okay read,
not bad but not omg you have to read this right now amazing either. Somewhere comfortably in between so let’s say
it was good, and let me be clear on something, being a good book is a good
thing.
I loved the idea of the college football player being
closested and wanting to come out on his own time schedule, but yet reveals
himself to his crush when they are alone.
It reminded me of another book with almost the same background but yet
still different in its own way. I think
what my overall issue with the book being is that it at times was boring. I am obviously not a gay man nor have I had
to come out of the closet and possibly subject myself to hurtful and ignorant
people, but at the same time I wanted to yell “you can tell the people who you
trust and others at your own pace man just open up or you could lose the person
who may very well be the one for you!”
I wish that the book had been longer, maybe that would have
helped form a better connection to the characters for me, I also wanted to see
a peak into their future. Did he open up
to his family? Did they have a
relationship or did they end up just more like friends? That kind of thing. Maybe there will be more from these two in
the future, or at least I am hoping there will be.
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.
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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