Book Title: Restored Ruins (A Paranormal Gay Daddy Romance)
Author: G.R. Lyons
Publisher: Self-published
Cover Artist: Dana Leah at Designs by Dana
Release Date: February 25, 2022
Genre: Paranormal M/M/M Romance
Tropes: Age gap, second chances, hurt/comfort, found family, celebrity/commoner
Themes: Faith/belief/acceptance (not religious) of self and possibility, love
Length: 60 000 words/ 240 pages
It is a standalone story and does not end on a cliffhanger. It has an HEA ending.
It is the first book in a new series.
Buy Links – Available in Kindle Unlimited
Kidnapped by his idol? Yes, please!
Blurb
Connor Jenkins is sick of rejection. Now, instead of getting close to anyone, he lives vicariously through other people’s phones and webcams. Thanks to his skills, he always gets away with it.
Until he hacks his idol.
Brendan Shyth is haunted by loss. First, the death of his boy. Then the end of his music career thanks to a grief-induced drunken accident. Fringe science regrew his fingers, but he still can’t bring himself to play again. Avoiding his fans, the media, and his manager, Brendan hides in his mansion, determined to be left alone.
Until he finds his webcam on and realizes someone is watching him. Someone other than the ghost of his dead lover, that is.
Brendan has Connor tracked down and kidnapped, meaning to teach him a lesson. But the teasing brat gets under his skin in a way that no one has in years.
A boy in need of security. A ghost in need of acceptance. A man in need of faith. With a career, sanity, and hearts on the line, can these men overcome their fears before it’s too late?
Restored Ruins is the first book in the Gentleman Hackers series. It features a boy whose hair color never stays the same, a daddy who puts him in serious time-out, a ghost desperate to be seen, and an MMM HEA ending. No pianos were harmed in the writing of this romance (though they do make good horizontal surfaces).
CONNOR ROLLED his eyes at the sound of the key in the lock, then turned his attention back on the ghost in the room.
“Well, this whole situation just keeps getting more and more interesting.”
The ghost blinked at him. Wait. Holy shit. Can you see me?
Of course I can, Connor responded, projecting the words telepathically rather than speaking.
Ha! The ghost flung himself onto Connor, grabbed his head, and kissed all over his face. Oh my gods. Oh my gods. This is amazing! He sat back and stared at Connor with wide eyes. Do you have any idea how fucking lonely it’s been floating around here for three years with nobody to talk to?
Connor winced. Holy shit. Seriously? And Connor thought he himself had been lonely!
The ghost nodded, then shot out a hand. I’m Franklin, by the way. Or Frank. Or Frankie. Whatever you prefer. Franklin Robert Ingram. Bren called me Frankie.
Connor Jenkins. Connor shook Frankie’s hand, then said, Wait. Bren? Who’s Bren?
Frankie hooked a thumb over his shoulder.
The butler? Connor asked.
Frankie barked a laugh and shook his head. No, the other guy.
Connor glanced at the locked door, then looked at Frankie with a frown. That’s Vesad Stromos.
Frankie rolled his eyes. Yeah, try telling him that. I’m not sure he believes it anymore.
I don’t get it.
Frankie sighed even though he clearly didn’t need to breathe. Stromos is a stage name. His real name is Brendan Shyth.
Connor blinked. You’re shitting me.
Frankie shook his head.
Connor barked a laugh. Oh my gods, I had no clue! And I’ve obsessively hacked into just about anything and everything I could find about him.
Frankie chuckled. Yeah, he keeps it pretty quiet.
I’ll say.
Frankie nodded as he settled back on the bed facing Connor, kicking his feet up onto the pillow at Connor’s side and propping himself up on his elbows. Sorry about kissing you, by the way. I was just so fucking excited to be seen.
Connor gave him a crooked grin. You can do it again. I won’t argue. I haven’t been kissed in any capacity in for-fucking-ever.
Frankie frowned. You haven’t? Why not?
Eh, you know. Connor shrugged. Most of the one-night stands I’ve hooked up with haven’t been into it.
Bummer, Frankie said, pouting sympathetically. Then he brightened and sat up with a gasp. Wanna make out? Or even– Oh! Can we fool around? If you think going three years without a kiss is hard, try going three years without getting laid. Fuck. And I was watching Bren jerk himself off just now and it got me all kinds of keyed up and–
Connor’s breath caught in his throat and a grin took over his face. He was jerking off just now? And after seeing Connor naked? Holy shit.
Frankie nodded emphatically, jerking his head up and down. Oh yeah. So hot. It was all I could do to stop myself from touching him. So can we? Please?
Connor eyed the translucent form in the middle of the bed and thought about how solid Frankie had felt against him. Just how much can you do?
I don’t know, honestly. He gave Connor a sly grin. Wanna help me find out? Purely for experimental purposes, of course.
Well, of course. Anything in the name of science.
I mean, it’s probably our duty, you know? For posterity’s sake.
Absolutely. Connor grinned back and tackled the ghost to the bed.
G.R. Lyons stumbled into writing as a form of trauma recovery when traditional therapy wasn’t working.
Then the story ideas just kept on coming.
Pulling from a vivid imagination as well as real-life experience as a trans man, a sexual assault survivor, and a person living with mental illness, Lyons has written multiple, interconnected series set within his fictional world of the Shifting Isles.
When not writing, Lyons can be found belly dancing around the house, studying anarcho-capitalist philosophy, buried in his never-ending TBR pile, or working out at the local CrossFit gym.
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