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Reformed rakes make the best husbands.
Sam is too tall, too skinny, too dorky, too gay, and has that unfortunate addiction to romance novels. His One True Love is certainly still out there, and he knows what he's learned from his reading is going to help him identify that man. He’s cultivated the necessary skills to see the highlander hiding inside the jeans clad player.
That's when he meets Ian.
Ian’s a new man. He’s pain-free, has escaped the job he hated and the family who stifled him, and is now—possibly—ready to dip his toe into the sea of relationships. His history of hookups and hiding his sexuality is over. He's not sure how to do it, but he's going to have a meaningful relationship and be honest and open about it. If he can only find the words.
That's when he meets Sam.
Sam’s convinced that Ian is no one’s Mr. Right. Ian’s sure that Sam isn’t his type. They can’t both be wrong . . . can they?
One of Brad's frat brothers bent over naked in the locker room showers early one Thursday morning, and he thought, "I'd tap that."He stood there frozen, skin stinging from the pelletized water, soap suds streaming down his chest while his world made a... What did they call that? Paradigm shift.Dammit, dammit, dammit. He'd been trying to avoid this. Admitting it to himself. Consciously. His subconscious had been admitting it for a while in his sleep. Emitting it.Brad flicked another quick look at Collin. Yeah, he still had a delectable ass. Dammit.