Book blurb:
Success was lonely.
I would have killed for the ability to use a hookup app or go out to a bar and meet someone but my life wasn’t my own. I belonged to the fans and the media. I should have been on top of the world but I was suffocated by fame.
I’d almost resigned myself to virginity forever and the impossibility of finding a relationship, until I met the most beautiful man I’d ever laid eyes on and hope sparked again, but in a cruel twist of fate, he was the only person forbidden to me: My director.
Twenty years older, and seemingly interested too, now I had four months to work with him while trying to keep my hands to myself or one of us would lose our job.
The temptation was going to kill me.
Unwritten is a slow burn, May-December with low angst and a dog that’s in charge. This book can be read as a standalone.
Learn more:
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/55282423-unwritten
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Excerpt:
I was falling and we were in the dirt half on top of one another.
“What the fuck?” I said for the both of us. I tried to roll off and realized our feet were tangled. I sat up and glared at Alfred who looked pretty proud of himself. “Yooooou mother fucker.”
“What?” Mel asked as he tried to get the leash off our feet.
“Not you. The dog.” I was staring Alfred down.
“He didn’t mean to, I’m sure.”
Was it time for me to let my dog talking side slip and let my irrational habit of talking to my dog spill all over him? “No, he fully meant to.”
Mel looked at me a half-smile on his lips. “Okay.”
“He’s devious,” I said not sure where to put my hands. “Maybe if you move sideways a little?”
Mel tried to slide off of me but we just ended up more tangled and laughing. “Okay, he got us good. Maybe he is devious.”
“I think the only way we are going to get out of this is if we unleash him and maybe try using the end to unwind?”
“Can you reach him?” Mel asked putting a hand under his head pulling a leg a little making his knee brush over my still hard cock.
“Oh.” My eyes went wide.
He tilted his head, brows rising. “Sorry… only not really.”
I blew out a breath and tried to reach Alfred but every inch I moved caused Mel’s thigh to rub over my cock. And to top it off every time I got close to a finger in Alfred’s collar he moved backward, keeping himself just out of reach.
“You bastard.”
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About J.R. Gray:
Gray is a cynical Chicago native, who drinks coffee all day, barely sleeps, and is a little too fashion obsessed. He writes realistic and damaged characters because everyone deserves a happily ever after.
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