Falling for his roommate gives ex footballer Micah the second chance he deserves, and what could be better than loving your best friend?
I’m a broke ex-football player with a bum leg and PTSD. Last summer, I had two choices: the streets, or find a cheap room to rent in the city. I chose the second option, which landed me with a brand-new problem, cos I hadn’t banked on my roommate becoming my best friend. Or that before long I’d find myself head over heels in love with him. Trouble is, even if Sam likes me back, I ain’t fit to be no one’s boyfriend. I don’t know how. All I do is wade through every precious moment and hope that he doesn’t regret the day he ever met me.
I’m a gay book nerd with no business falling in love with hunky athletes. Micah is the dictionary definition of beautiful, inside and out, he just doesn’t know it. And he definitely doesn’t know I’m ridiculously in love with him. The embarrassing kind of love.
He’s all I can think about.
But it’s not as simple as loving someone who doesn’t love me back. Micah is damaged goods—at least, that’s how he’d put it. The world has chewed him up and spat him out, and he thinks he deserved it. That he’s still the battered mess he was a year ago.
I want to shake him, and shout in his face that he’s not. To force the truth on him and make him believe in himself the way I do. But I can’t save Micah. One day, perhaps he’ll realise that he already saved himself.
“I want to shake him, and shout in his face…” Uh uh, yep, I sure did. I actually tried once or twice but for some reason, my kindle didn’t make him respond either. Sam and Micah are amazing guys, not that I’m surprised since I adore their maker. It’s clear from the start that they share more than a living space. When Micah’s life shattered beneath his cleats he took refuge in a stranger’s bedsit. Luckily for him, he got more than he bargained for. Sam took him into his home and heart. It may have started with simple friendly gestures but over time they tip-toed the line of caring for one another on a deeper level. Standing on the threshold of a relationship but petrified of risking what they have turns into their daily struggle. Will they take the leap? Grab hands and jump into the unknown future, together in every way possible? *nods* Wanna hear more?
Micah had it all, or so he thought. He was living up his lavish and lush lifestyle to the extreme. Fame and fortune came with his pro football status. Until the secrets in his closet were bared to all. When he was outed he lost…everything. Then an accident…tipped him over the edge. His road to recovery hasn’t been easy and is far from over. However, one silver lining is his new roomie. Sam pushes the clouds away and kicks his heartbeat up a few notches. But Sam deserves more than a damaged man with a broken body. He can soak up the sunshine he brings inside and keep his hands to himself. Or that’s the plan until Sam swoops in and steals his heart. I’m a sucker for friends to lovers and apparently, that includes roommates to soulmates.
Garrett never makes it easy on her guys (or me) and Micah’s battles tugged on my heartstrings. I wanted to tell him it was going to be okay. I wanted to assure him he is worthy. Their love was pulsating at a steady pace until it took off at jackrabbit speed. I loved Sam and his endless patience. I loved their slow discovery. I adored their nip-shitting friends. I loved Sam’s family. I loved late-night toasties. I loved trips to the library. I loved how Micah cared for his clients. I loved their banter. I loved the glistening, endless thread connecting Leigh’s tales. But most of all, I loved how they loved each other.
If the great miscommunication trope isn’t your cuppa, you might wanna take a pass. On the other hand, if slow-burn lights your fire, prepare to blaze. And as always, remember that not all afflictions are visible to the naked eye.
All Leigh fans should take notice or anyone else in the mood for two tender yet tough men taking a tumble together. *gulp* I mean, check out the cover…who wouldn’t want to take that fall?