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This story has a great family atmosphere with all the extended characters, which I enjoyed. Reading about a couple who were both victim and built up their getting to know each other has a lot of charm. A wonderful tale on love, support, and acceptance.
Reviewed by Romantic Renay
First comes trust, then love… then the fight to stay alive.
Stanford Creek, Book 3
Pop star Tyler Hart is desperate for peace after a humiliating public scandal. It seems like Stanford Creek may well be the place to lay low. After all, it worked for his friends and former bandmates, Cody and Danny. He borrows a cabin and settles in for a quiet Christmas…well, not quite.
Garrett Campbell is on the run. Wounded in the line of duty, he escapes to the only place he feels safe, Stanford Creek and his brother’s cabin. Only he doesn’t realize he’ll have a roommate, and a sexy one at that.
Amid snow falls and winter winds, passion burns bright. When danger threatens to follow Garrett, he has to decide whether to run again before his secrets could kill him and the man of his dreams.
“Ty? Ty? Earth to Ty?”
Ty snapped back to the here and now at the insistent use of his name. He clung to the words and looked at Garrett, aware he was close to the edge. “Sorry? Was miles away,” he excused himself.
“Yeah, anyway,” Garrett said, and straightened. “It’s okay, you don’t have to find anywhere else. I have a bed in town with my cousin if I need it, I can be out of your hair in a bit.”
“No, you don’t have to,” Ty blurted out, and wished he’d thought about what he was going to say before he said it as Garrett raised an eyebrow in question. Apparently, he didn’t want to be alone, because if he was on his own today he might just sit in a corner and cry, or stare into space and worry. At least with another person in the room, one who looked at him so closely, he would have to pretend everything was okay and then he might even believe it. Hell, having Zach watch him so closely was the only way he kept sane at home.
“It’s okay,” Garrett said with the softest of smiles. “You didn’t sign up for a roommate.”
“No,” he said quickly, not wanting Garrett to get the wrong idea and to leave. “I’m used to sharing. Twins! I’m a twin…” Okay, now he was rambling.
“I know,” Garrett said. He crossed his hands over his broad chest. What did that mean? Was his body language telling Ty to back off? All Ty was getting from that was the fact that Garrett was strong and muscled and sexy and all kinds of imposing. Possibly even a little scary, but that didn’t make Ty worry, instead it made him feel like he was on the right side of Garrett, that Garrett could be strong and scary for him, and not just at him.
God, I’m not even making sense to myself now. He probably thinks I’m a fucking idiot.
He cleared his throat. “It might be nice to have the company.”
“It would,” Garrett said, and smiled at him, the smile was hopeful, agreeing, perfect.
“Okay, so let’s start again.” Ty extended his hand again. “Tyler Hart, call me Ty.”
Garrett took his hand. “Garrett Campbell.”
“I’m a singer dancer whatever,” Ty said with a shrug. “With a need to escape the paparazzi after someone decided it was a good idea to release a video of me getting a blowjob from a guy in a bathroom.”
“I know,” Garrett said, but he didn’t release the hand. He was suddenly stern and serious, looking like he was moments away from smacking someone, and Ty wished he’d let go of his hand. “Justin told me what happened. Bastard,” he added, with feeling.
“Did you watch it?” Ty blurted, and wasn’t sure where that came from.
Garrett frowned. “No, I wouldn’t.”
“I wouldn’t judge you, guys watch porn.” Ty couldn’t understand why he wasn’t letting this go. Why was he pushing, because the last thing he wanted was for Garrett to have watched the damn video.
“That was violation of privacy, not my definition of porn,” Garrett snapped, angrily and without hesitation.
Intensity marked Garrett’s expression. Apart from Zach, Ty hadn’t had anyone so viscerally defensive and pissed off about the whole thing. Ty’s tension shifted, no longer shaky inside but almost settled, and for a moment he felt like old-Ty. The Ty that could handle anything thrown at him. Ty who was happy most of the time, and didn’t feel like his heart would leap out of his chest in fear every single day.
“Not enough pool boys for you?” Ty deadpanned. It felt good to be able to laugh at this, like it was an event that happened a long time ago, something he’d come to terms with
Garrett’s expression went from stone serious to smirking, then he frowned. “Or pizza deliveries.” He looked like he was seriously contemplating this.
“Oh God, you’re watching the same porn as me,” Ty laughed. And then he stopped, and knew he was going scarlet. He didn’t know Garrett from a complete stranger, yet they were exchanging reviews of the kind of porn that was out there.
Garrett turned serious again, but not deadly focused, just enough that Ty believed what he said next. “I didn’t watch the video, Ty, but I read enough comments to see why you’d need a bolt hole.”
“Okay.” Because what else could Ty say to that?
“Anyway, that’s enough about you being a musical genius who gets blowjobs in bathrooms. I’m Garrett Campbell, middle sibling and younger brother to Justin whose place this is, and older brother to Megan who is marrying your friend Cody.” He said all that in one breath and then nodded, like that summed up his entire life.
“I’ve heard about you,” Ty said, and finally released his hand, awkwardly stuck between wanting to hold Garrett’s hand and to pretend he didn’t like the warm, solid hold. “You’re the brother who works sales or something.” Although that assessment was broad. He’d also been told Garrett worked a lot overseas, and that Cody and Danny were convinced he was a secret agent or something.
“Yep, career of my dreams. You hungry?”
Ty paused at the change in subject. He’d been so determined to get here that he hadn’t eaten since last night on the plane from LAX, and it was nearly lunch time. He wasn’t hungry but he knew he had to eat, because Zach told him he couldn’t stop eating. “Yeah.”
“Omelet? Bacon, mushroom?”
That sounded good, and he didn’t feel nauseous at the thought of it. Ty settled firmly onto the stool and rested on the counter. “Please.”
“If you want to get a shower or anything, bathroom is the door in the middle, plenty of hot water at the moment and I can wait on lunch for a while.”
Ty hadn’t even considered a shower, but abruptly it seemed like the most perfect idea possible.
“Five minutes?” he asked.
“Take your time, I’ll prep and then cook when you get out.”
About the Author:
RJ Scott is the bestselling author of over ninety romance novels and novellas. From cowboys to millionaires, SEALS to cops, her stories are passionate, sexy, and always come with a guaranteed happy ever after. RJ also writes as Rozenn Scott for her new line of strong men and women who find that it’s always worth overcoming obstacles to find a forever love.
RJ lives just outside of London, and has never met a bottle of wine she can’t defeat. For more information on other books by RJ/Rozenn, visit her website:
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