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Home Grown Talent by Joanna Chambers & Sally Malcolm
Creative Types, Book 2
Are you for real?
From the outside, it looks like model and influencer Mason Nash has it all—beauty, fame, and fortune. With his star rapidly rising, and a big contract up for grabs, Mason’s on the verge of hitting the big time.
When an opportunity arises to co-host a gardening slot on daytime TV with his ex’s brother, Owen Hunter, Mason is definitely on-board. And he intends to use every trick in the book to make the show a hit—including agreeing to his ruthless producer’s demand to fake a ‘will-they/won’t-they’ romance with his co-host…
Owen Hunter is a gardener with a huge heart and both feet planted firmly on the well-tilled ground. He’s proud of the life he’s built and has absolutely no desire to be on TV—yet somehow he finds himself agreeing to do the show.
It’s definitely not because he’s interested in Mason Nash. The guy might be beautiful—and yeah, his spoiled brat routine presses all Owen’s buttons in the bedroom—but Owen has no interest in a short-term fling with a fame-hungry model.
As the two men get closer, though, Owen starts to believe there’s more to Mason than his beautiful appearance and carefully-curated online persona—that beneath the glitz and glamour is a sweet, sensitive man longing to be loved.
A man Owen might be falling for. A man who might even feel the same.
But in a world of media spin and half-truths, Owen is dangerously out of his depth. And when a ridiculous scandal explodes online, with Owen at its heart, it starts to look as though everything he thought was real is built on lies—including his budding romance with Mason…
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Now, let’s get you changed,” Misty said, looking up again. She turned her head and yelled, “Naomi, bring the outfits over!” before turning back to Owen. “I’d love a gilet, ideally with one of those tattersall shirts—you know, the checked shirts countryside people wear? With your colouring, I’m thinking blues and browns…”
“I really don’t think—”
But there was no arguing with her, and a few moments later, Naomi appeared looking flustered and carrying an armful of clothes.
“Welcome to my life,” Mason murmured, grinning as, without a hint of self-consciousness, he started unbuttoning his own shirt.
Owen flashed back to Mason’s bedroom that night, his face heating, watching helplessly as Mason stripped the shirt off and took the t-shirt Naomi held out to him. Owen caught his breath. He couldn’t help it because Mason’s body was… Well, he was gorgeous. Of course he was gorgeous. Lean, lightly muscled with pale skin, his chest was smooth—waxed, a dizzy part of his brain suggested—with dark pink nipples that pebbled in the cool spring air.
Mouth dry, heart pounding, Owen tore his eyes away, his cock thickening in instinctive, powerful desire. Shit, had anyone noticed him staring? He swallowed, but his throat felt dry as a bone, and he cleared it, trying to be quiet.
“…no, no. The blue one,” Misty snapped. “I said blue. Are you colourblind?”
“Sorry,” Naomi said, rummaging through her armful of clothes. “Here, try this.”
Owen, still hyper-aware of Mason pulling on clothes in his peripheral vision, yanked off his own sweatshirt. He had never been shy about his body, but now, he felt weirdly self-conscious, perhaps because it was only him and Mason getting undressed while everyone else just watched them.
Or perhaps it was because Mason was watching, and Mason—as a model—would be used to seeing beautiful, perfect bodies all day long…
Fuck.
Owen determinedly shoved that thought aside and quickly shrugged into the shirt Naomi handed him, trying to appear unconcerned as he fastened the buttons.
“Mmm,” Misty hummed, tipping her head from side to side as she studied him. “Sleeves rolled up, I think. Show off those glorious forearms.”
Naomi moved hesitantly forward, reaching for Owen’s cuff.
“It’s okay,” he said quickly. He undid the buttons and turned up the sleeves to expose his forearms.
“Yes, good. Very nice,” Misty purred. She glanced at Mason, who was now wearing a tight-fitting violet t-shirt with a prancing cartoon unicorn on the front and a V-neck that exposed the hollow at the base of his throat.
Owen had a sudden, powerful vision of himself licking into that little hollow. Of kissing Mason there. He could almost taste the salt on Mason’s warm, smooth skin…
“Okay, you’ll do,” Misty decided. “We’ll lose the light if we don’t start now.” She clapped her hands. “All right everyone, let’s begin.”
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Joanna has a day job and family but manages to find time to write by not cleaning the house or watching television. She is shockingly ill-informed about popular culture. You can find her on Twitter being distracted, on Instagram (occasionally) being confused, and – most happily – in her FB group, Joanna’s Chamber, talking about reading and random stuff with her reader pals.
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Sally was bitten by the male/male romance bug in 2016 and hasn’t looked back. Her stories are emotional, sweetly angsty, and always have happy endings.
She also writes tie-in novels for the hit TV shows STARGATE: SG-1 and STARGATE ATLANTIS. To date she’s penned nine STARGATE novels and novellas, and four audio dramas.
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