TEST DRIVE
A CROSSROADS NOVEL
RILEY HART
M/M ROMANCE
COVER DESIGN: X-Potion Designs
COVER PHOTO: Jean-Baptiste HUONG
RELEASE DATE: 05.30.16
BLURB
A double shot of devastating news turns Justin Evanson’s life upside down. When he learns his father has cancer, and he has siblings he never knew existed, he leaves everything behind and moves to Virginia to support his dad as he tries to make amends with his family—a family Justin’s not sure he has a place in. Things go from bad to worse when he discovers his recent hookup is his newfound sister’s brother-in-law.
Drew Sinclair never expected to see Justin after their night at the club or to discover their family connection. If anyone found out, it would give Drew’s brother another reason to hate him. But there’s something about Justin that draws him in, and it’s not only because they burn up the sheets together.
One meeting leads to another, and before Justin realizes it, Drew has become the only thing in his world he feels is his. And for the first time in his life, Drew knows what it means to be needed. Being there for Justin and supporting him when things spiral out of control feels right. But with so much happening so quickly, it’s hard to trust their feelings. Is this thing between them real? Or just a test drive before life forces them down two separate roads?
BUY LINKS
TEASERS
Justin carried the glass through the living room and into the kitchen. It was a large space with an island in the middle of it. The counters were all marble, and all the appliances stainless steel. Drew stood in front of the stove, with his back to Justin, wearing sweatpants, no shirt, and an apron. He chuckled. “Mornin’, Cinderella.”
Drew looked over his shoulder and gave Justin a half-smile. “Mornin’, Sleeping Beauty.”
“Ooh. We have pet names for each other. Aren’t we fucking cute?”
“Well, I am.” Drew shrugged and Justin laughed. It made his brain rattle a little, but not too badly.
“Last night you said I’m sexy,” Justin reminded him.
“I believe you’re the one who said that about me.”
Obviously. He’d have to be blind not to see how attractive Drew was. “Well no shit, but I’m pretty sure you returned the sentiment.” Justin set the glass of water on the island and walked over to Drew. He leaned against the counter, far enough away that he didn’t get popped with grease, and crossed his arms.
“Why do we always end up having this conversation?” Drew didn’t make eye contact with Justin as he flipped the bacon. It was obvious he kept his eyes diverted on purpose, not because he was frustrated, but because he was smiling.
“Because I’m a cocky motherfucker who likes getting my ego stroked.”
That got a laugh to jump out of Drew’s mouth, and it somehow made Justin’s head hurt slightly less. It felt good just to laugh with someone.
“Shut up and get the egg whites out of the fridge.”
Justin dropped his head back and looked at the ceiling. Drew was going to kill him. “Egg whites? You’re fuckin’ killing me with this shit. People deserve yolk.”
There was another laugh, a throaty, deep laugh that Justin liked the sound of. “People deserve yolk? Is that what you’ll have on your sign when you march? And yes, you deserve yolk sometimes, but not all the time. We’re making up for the bacon, and I’m telling you, I make an incredible egg white omelet. You won’t know the difference.”
“Yeah, I’m pretty sure I will, but since you’re cooking, I won’t complain.” Justin pushed off the counter and walked over to Drew’s stainless steel fridge. Plastic containers were stacked inside labeled with days and lunch or dinner and suddenly Justin’s head started to hurt again.
He wasn’t sure why seeing this surprised him. It didn’t feel like Drew for some reason, but it wasn’t as though he really knew the guy. So instead of commenting about it, he grabbed a carton of egg whites and set them beside Drew. For the first time, he noticed a plate with chopped onions, peppers and grated cheese, making his stomach growl.
“Oh my God, you are my fucking hero. I’m starving but next time, I cook, and I can promise you it’ll be fried.”
Drew cocked a dark-blond brow at him. “What kind of oil?”
“I don’t know. Tell me what the worst kind is and that’s what I’m getting.”
“I’m not sure I can hang out with you anymore.” Drew winked, and as Justin stood there watching him make the omelets, he realized he felt good. Not okay. Not alone or angry or sad or like he didn’t belong. But good. He wished like hell it could last.
Riley Hart is the girl who wears her heart on her sleeve. She’s a hopeless romantic, a lover of sexy stories, passionate men, and writing about all the trouble they can get into together.
She loves reading, flawed characters, and hanging out with her husband and children, who she adores. She and her family live in Southern California, soaking up the sunshine, while also missing seasons. Not a day goes by that she isn’t thankful she gets to wake up and do what she loves.
Life is good. Riley also writes young adult and new adult under the name Nyrae Dawn.
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