Book Title: The Game (Charleston Condors Book 2)
Author and Publisher: Beth Bolden
Cover Artist: The Book Brander Boutique
Release Date: August 9, 2023
Genre: Contemporary MM sports romance
Tropes: friends to lovers, unrequited long-time crush, Vegas wedding
Heat Rating: 4 flames
Length: 100 000 words
It is book number two in a spinoff series.
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Micah Rose arrives in Charleston, ready to finally get his man and The Game is on.
Blurb
Micah Rose is ready for a clean slate. He might’ve messed up his rookie year with the Miami Piranhas, but being traded to the Condors is the best way to put all that behind him.
The Condors are rebuilding, too. New owner. New coach. New players. New rules.
But one rule hasn’t changed: don’t marry your ex-best friend in Vegas.
Beckett West isn’t looking forward to seeing Micah again. Back in college, they shared not only a ride-or-die friendship, but a ton of unresolved sexual tension.
That was before Micah pushed him away.
Still, Beck’s never forgotten their last drunken night together. Not only did they finally confess their feelings, they both promised if the day ever came when they played on the same team again, they wouldn’t waste the chance to be together.
But Beck didn’t expect that day to ever be this day.
He certainly didn’t expect to wake up in bed with Micah’s ring on his finger.
Or that he’d never want to take it off.
But it turns out the only man for him is the one man he could never forget. The one man he’s always wanted to make his.
Micah had known, of course, that this was all ending. His college life. The Wall. The super-close friendship with Beck. But none of it had seemed real, not until his name had been called and then Beck’s.
And now he couldn’t shake just how fucking real it felt.
“I’m just gonna . . .” Micah swallowed hard, then tipped the rest of the glass into his mouth, letting the burn of the alcohol give him more courage to admit the truth than he might’ve before. “Just gonna miss you, that’s all.”
Beck glowed. He shouldn’t look this goddamn happy they were being forcibly separated, Micah thought morosely, but then Beck teased, “Awwww, you love me, Rose. I knew it!”
“Yeah, yeah,” Micah retorted. “Come on, find that bar. I wanna get drunk.”
He wanted to remember every moment, every single time Beck looked at him, every glance he returned, and he didn’t want to remember any of them, at the exact same goddamn time.
It would be easier, maybe, with booze dulling the thoughts that wouldn’t quit.
“Alright, I got it,” Beck said.
Micah shoved a few twenties under a paper coaster, and they slid off their barstools. He couldn’t remember the last time his wallet had been this full. The last time he hadn’t had a budget for a night out. The idea was intoxicating.
They could go out and do anything.
Anything.
Outside the hotel, the valet attendant waved a cab down and they slid in, Beck giving the address.
Beck, who was annoyingly a few inches taller, stretched out his legs in the back seat, his thigh brushing Micah’s, and normally, he might’ve moved away.
But how many more times would they touch like this?
Before tonight, the number had felt infinite.
Now it felt like it had a beginning, and also a very concrete end.
He shifted, letting his leg rest a bit more purposefully against Beck’s as the cab pulled out into traffic.
Beck didn’t move, just looked over at him, a quiet, assessing look in his light eyes, but he didn’t say anything.
“How far is it?” Micah asked awkwardly into the silence that had fallen between them.
“Not sure, but it comes highly recommended, at least,” Beck said wryly.
The want that lived inside him, that rose and fell with unsurprising regularity, spiked and then didn’t relent, just with the feel of Beck’s muscular leg against his own.
Casually, Beck set his hand on his knee, the back of it brushing Micah’s. It could’ve been inadvertent, but then he didn’t move it.
It turned out the drive wasn’t far. But the whole ten minutes was chaotic, the cab moving in starts and stops, the horn blaring out more than once. When they finally came to a stop in front of a low brick building on a side street, Micah’s heartbeat hadn’t slowed one bit.
He told himself as they climbed out that crazy New York drivers were the reason why, but he knew deep down that it wasn’t true.
Was it possible that Beck . . .?
No way, Micah insisted to himself.
But it was undeniable Beck was standing closer to him, his hand a ghost touch on the small of Micah’s back as they approached the door.
Glancing up at one of the small dingy windows, Micah stopped in his tracks, Beck so close to him that he nearly plowed into him, the impact of his big, broad body tempered by his soft, gentle touch.
Beck saw immediately what he’d noticed.
A big rainbow flag spread across the window.
Every muscle in Beck’s body stiffened, like he was bracing for something.
For Micah to tell him no fucking way would he go in there?
For Micah to say something derogatory even though he never had before?
Maybe . . .Micah wondered . . .Beck was waiting for him to tell the truth.
That he’d always wanted to go to a gay bar, but he’d never found the courage to do it before.
A lifelong Pacific Northwester, Beth Bolden has just recently moved to North Carolina with her supportive husband. Beth still believes in Keeping Portland Weird, and intends to be just as weird in Raleigh.
Beth has been writing practically since she learned the alphabet. Unfortunately, her first foray into novel writing, titled Big Bear with Sparkly Earrings, wasn’t a bestseller, but hope springs eternal. She has published over forty novels and novellas.
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