Book Title: Undone (Vino and Veritas series)
Author: Leslie McAdam
Publisher: Heart Eyes Press LGBTQ
Cover Artist: Christine Coffey
Release Date: August 12, 2021
Genre: Contemporary M/M romance
Tropes: Roommates, friends-to-lovers
Theme: Bi-awakening
Length: 90 000 words
It is a standalone story. There are 18 books in the series, all by different authors.
They are part of Sarina Bowen’s True North World. This is the LGBTQ line called Vino and Veritas.
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He makes me come undone
Blurb
My new roommate has the worst taste in men.
I mean, Murph’s special. He’s funny and flamboyant and full of life.
While I’m straight, even I can tell these guys aren’t good enough for him.
I had to yell at one date, toss another one out the door, and throw a beer in another’s face.
Kind of embarrassing, really. I don’t know what’s gotten into me.
I ask my sister what’s wrong with me and she says I’m jealous.
Jealous? Please. Me?
Come on.
Only thing is, I hate the thought of Murph kissing any guy. Ever.
Except, maybe … me?
Undone is a contemporary m/m romance about a dreamy insurance agent that might not be as straight as he thinks, an adorable bartender who adds sparkle wherever he goes, and maybe one or two jokes about swords.
Excerpt – Jason’s perspective
Why’d I come here?
Some days I can’t explain my actions even to myself. After Murph left to go on his date—hookup—whatever—I stayed at home for approximately a nanosecond. Enough time to change out of my suit.
I told myself I only wanted to chill. Get a beer. Relax. After all, it was a grueling week of sales calls and being turned down right and left by people not wanting to buy insurance. Plus dealing with my dad. Sometimes a guy just needs to let off some steam, and on a Friday night that means either copious consumption of alcohol or getting laid.
I have no chance of getting laid, since Marnie’s out of town. So alcohol it is, although I’ll admit driving this far to do it might be what the kids call a poor life choice. Now that I’m here, though, I’ll take it easy.
It’s worth the drive, since the brewery’s a nice place. I’ve come here before, by myself or with friends—back when they were still around.
But in reality, I don’t know why I’m at a bar in Colebury. I have beer at home, and I’m acting like an overprotective older brother. I’m not even that much older than Murph—we’re about the same age, I think.
Something about Murph, though. I can’t explain it. Not even to myself.
When I entered the crowded bar, my eyes landed on Murph immediately, because he lights up a room. He’s unapologetically unique, and you can’t help but watch him. He’s so secure in who he is that he doesn’t care what you say. He’s gonna be himself.
I can appreciate that about a guy.
I mean about a friend. A new friend. I can appreciate that about Murph.
Not wanting to be in a bar without something in my hands, I ordered the first IPA I saw on the list and came over to a table, wanting to be alone and unwind from the week. I tried to get so I wouldn’t be in Murph’s sight line, but it was the only table available.
So much for trying to not be overbearing.
But I do my best to keep to myself and take in the whole room, not just my roommate. The music in this place is decent—jazzy stuff tonight. I recognize a few people from town.
I notice, though, that Murph’s date is talking his ear off. Murph doesn’t give off miserable vibes, but he’s not the life of the party, either. I suspect that makes this a rare situation, although I’ve only known the guy a week. His smile seems too polite, like it’s plastered on his face.
I have half a mind to go interrupt, but that would be an asshole move, and I can barely justify being here in the first place. I’ve already done too much by showing up without a decent explanation.
One beer, and I’ll be gone. I take another sip. It’s good, and I do relax. My jaw unclenches, and my shoulders loosen.
But Murph swivels his head to me, and his expression is a different one than I’ve seen before. This isn’t his happy face, nor his flirty face. But it’s not a “come rescue me” face, either. It’s contemplative, almost yearning. I find myself wondering what he’s thinking.
There go my shoulders, binding up again.
Murph’s date orders more beers, and I see him down one after another. Murph’s still on the same one, as far as I can tell.
Meanwhile, I’ve switched to water. And I can’t explain why I went to a bar forty-five minutes from home to drink water.
USA Today bestselling author Leslie McAdam is a California girl who loves romance and well-defined abs. She lives in a drafty old farmhouse on a small orange tree farm in Southern California with her husband and two small children. Leslie’s first published book, The Sun and the Moon, won a 2015 Watty, which is the world’s largest online writing competition. She’s gone on to receive additional literary awards and has been featured in multiple publications, including Cosmopolitan.com. Her books have been Top 100 Bestsellers on both Amazon and Apple Books. Leslie is employed by day but spends her nights writing about the men of your fantasies.
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