Colin MacDuff has nothing. Growing up in a Glasgow slum, he learned never to trust, never to cry—and never EVER to be at the mercy of anyone, especially rich men. So how did he end up half-naked at a rave with Scotland’s hottest young aristocrat?
Lord Andrew Sunderland has everything. From ancestral castle to posh prep school, he’s spent his life wrapping others around his wee finger. With a social circle full of celebrities and politicians, nothing can stop Andrew’s rise to the top. Nothing, that is, save his desire for a dirt-poor, wolf-eyed footballer whose scars and tattoos tell unbearable tales.
Colin and Andrew come from different worlds, believe in different worlds, want different worlds. Yet every time they touch, all worlds fall away.
Set amid the fiery Scottish-independence struggle, this searing gay romance tells the story of two men who must lose everything to win each other’s hearts.
Okay, let me try that again. First you should know I’m running on very little sleep, actually I am running on brogue at the moment. I’m also going to gush and squee and do cartwheels for the next few minutes. Now that you have been forewarned, I can continue. I couldn’t put this book down until I finished; I just had to know. Considering this segment of The Glasgow Lads is over three hundred and fifty pages, I sacrificed sleep and ignored my family for 36 hours. Take this into consideration when you open this one. It’s a total time thief in the best possible way.
There is nothing I love more than favorite MC’s competitions. I thought I loved Colin the most. Then I decided I loved Andrew more. And then I went back and forth again and again and again. Obviously I loved them both but I especially loved them together. I’d be thrilled to know who your favorite lad is!
Lord Andrew and Colin come from two totally different worlds. They are about as far apart as they can possibly be. I’m not talking about geographically but in every other sense. Clearly Andrew has been born into a role with a predisposed future. He is a Lord and therefore, he has certain duties and expectations. Then a young hot (headed) footie player charges into his life. When hormones and balls battle each other at rave, he discovers he’s finally met his match. Andrew yearns for someone who will challenge him and see past his pretty boy exterior and Colin has no problem stepping up to the plate. When the sparks of love ignite between these two, nothing can stop it…not even a world shattering election. Scotland is facing a pivotal decision and Colin and Andrew are on opposite sides of the fight. Can they find a way to be together when their worlds are shifting in contrary positions? One of them is bound to lose but will they lose each other as well?
Holy emotional walloping! I’m exhausted, bruised and…smiling like loon. It is impossible that Lord Andrew and Colin can make it. There is absolutely no sound reason as to why they should survive the insurmountable feats facing them. They just…aren’t meant to be. Ha! You didn’t believe that, did you? Nope, neither did I. They are too stubborn for their own good and prove every headshaker wrong. In spite of their differences they give each other something no one has ever gifted them with before. They allow each other to view life from a different perspective. They must meet in the middle but even half way will test everything they have. It’s so amazing to witness. Layers peel away and there are times it gets really rough. The ultimate sacrifice is given and I thought I might pass out from oxygen deprivation due to extreme breath holding. I respect how Avery pulled everything together, for it’s quite an accomplishment.
A political driven plot doused with a cheeky tender romance. Avery doesn’t shy around harsh realities and brings severe themes front and center.
Kilt lovers, forbidden love seekers and those of us with a sweet spot for mouthy toffs. Don’t forget to check out the novella up next. Avery is beyond generous and offers a belter of a discount (free!) if you follow the trail here….