Lean in to love, to the fall, to a forever kind of wish…
A peek into the lives of a group of college buddies is the beginning of a special journey showcasing the unique bonds of friends who become true family. Friends to lovers, age gaps, second chances, hurt/comfort, coming out, and a couple of holiday shorts too! Take a trip to San Francisco and wine country to meet this compelling crew in this complete box set. You won’t be sorry!
Leaning Into Love
Leaning Into Always
Leaning Into the Fall
Leaning Into Touch
Leaning Into New Beginnings – *Bonus Short Story
Leaning Into a Wish- Holiday Novella
Leaning Into the Look
Leaning Into Forever
Leaning Into the Holidays- *Bonus Short Story
What the Reviewers Are Saying…
“I have loved every single book in this series, and I’ve probably said they are all my favorites, but I have to say this book really struck a chord with me.” —Amazon review
“My heart is so full after reading this incredible story!” —Amazon review
“This book is why Lane Hayes is one of my favorite authors. Her characters are so real and their stories have such substance.” —Amazon reviewer
This box set includes all the original titles in the Leaning Into Series as well as two previously unpublished short stories. An additional, brand new chapter has been added to Leaning Into the Holidays. Be sure to find out how leaning into love becomes a forever HEA.
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Excerpt from Leaning Into Forever by Lane Hayes
I couldn’t decide what was cuter, the indulgent crinkles at the corner of his eyes or this glorious, vintage light-pink Vespa. Together they were a magical combination. There was something undeniably charming about the man, the scooter, and the element of surprise. I hiked the fabric up on my black pants then straddled the bike and flashed him a shit-eating grin.
“I’m going for badass bitch here, and I won’t settle for anything less. How do I look?” I lifted my brows suggestively.
“Like a badass bitch,” Levi confirmed, throwing his head back with a laugh.
“Hey, this is very…pink,” Wes commented with a half laugh as he joined us. “You used to have one like this, didn’t you, Geord?”
“Delilah. She was grand,” I sighed wistfully. “What’s this one called?”
“Make something up. Geordie has a thing about names,” Wes advised when Levi hesitated. “Or think about it and get back to him. We should probably go, Geord.”
I nodded but didn’t move off the scooter. “Right.”
“Why don’t you let me take you home? I happen to have an extra helmet if you’re interested in taking a spin.”
“I am.” I beamed at Levi then turned to Wes. “I’ll see you later, darling.”
“Are you sure?” he asked.
“Yes.”
Wes squeezed my shoulder absently and stepped backward. “Bye, Birdie. See ya, Levi. We’ll talk next week.”
“Sounds good.” Levi shook Wes’s hand and waited until he was out of earshot to ask, “Birdie?”
“It’s an old nickname. Not important,” I replied dismissively. “I want to know all about you and why you kept this delicious secret.”
Levi huffed. “My sister’s scooter isn’t exactly a secret, but it’s also not something I advertise. Most people I know aren’t impressed by pink Vespas.”
I wrinkled my brow and gave him a forlorn once-over. “You poor, sad man. You obviously need new friends. Like me. Perhaps I’m easy, but this is a thing of beauty. I had one just like her years ago. I bought Delilah used and when I say she was vintage, I’m not exaggerating in the slightest. She was slow and had a difficult time getting up hills. But we were positively brilliant together! She was classy and chic, and she insisted I bring my A game. Thigh-high rhinestone-studded boots, Pucci prints, and a scarf around my neck. God, I was fabulous.”
“You still seem pretty fabulous to me,” Levi singsonged.
“I’d like to think so, but I’m afraid it’s different now. Less obvious. My fabulous is only beautiful in certain light, if you know what I mean.”
Levi shook his head. “No, I have no idea what you’re talking about. You’re stunning.”
I looked down at the odometer to hide a blush he certainly couldn’t see in the dusk. “Thank you.”
“Hmm. You know, I’ve actually never said this to anyone before, man or woman…but you may honestly be the most beautiful human I’ve ever seen.”
A warm glow flooded me from the inside out. I couldn’t help preening with pleasure. “Thank you, but—”
“Don’t thank me. I’m serious. Your hair, your eyes, your hands. You could do one of those dish soap commercials for Palmolive or Ivory. You’d be a natural hand model,” he said earnestly.
I glared at him. “You’re dead to me.”
Levi threw his head back and laughed. “I was joking. I had to say something to stop piling on the compliments or you’d think…never mind.”
“No, no. Do tell. What would I think?”
“Well, you might think I like you.”
“I don’t want you to like me. Not really,” I said softly.
“What if I told you it’s too late?”
A light breeze tousled Levi’s hair. My fingers itched to brush it off his forehead. I stared at his mouth for a moment then looked away with a sigh.
“I can’t do this, Levi. What happened last week can’t happen again,” I said solemnly. “I asked Wes to give me a few minutes, so I could apologize. I shouldn’t have kissed you.”
Levi furrowed his brow. “I think we kissed each other and either way, it was pretty fuckin’ hot.”
“True, but I’m an unresolved mess, and I’m afraid it’s a lifetime sentence so—”
“You’re talking in circles again. What are you saying?”
I could tell he wanted to lighten the mood I’d created and as much as I wanted to crack a joke and move on, I had to explain. “I’m in mourning.”
Levi sobered immediately and nodded. “I heard. I’m sorry for your loss.”
“Thank you.” I looked away, scouring the area for a point of interest. But twilight was descending rapidly, sending long shadows across the deserted parking lot. I came up blank and decided that was probably my cue to exit. “Will you take me home now?”
“I have a better idea. Let’s go for a ride. I promise I’ll take you back whenever you say but…just give me an hour.”
His intensity gave me pause, but that devilish spark in his gaze was difficult to deny. I smiled and tilted my head.
“All right. But I call the pink helmet.”
“Deal.”
Lane Hayes loves a good romance! An avid reader from an early age, she has always been drawn to well-told love story with beautifully written characters. Her debut novel was a 2013 Rainbow Award finalist and subsequent books have received Honorable Mentions, and were winners in the 2016, 2017, and 2018-2019 Rainbow Awards. She loves red wine, chocolate and travel (in no particular order). Lane lives in Southern California with her amazing husband in a not quite empty nest.
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