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American Dream by C F White
Flying into Love, Book 8
Can acting out the American dream with his dad’s best friend change an unyielding fantasy into reality?
British actor Eddie Brownlee’s Hollywood dreams turn to nightmare when his safety is threatened.
Ex cop Lee Everett steps in as his reluctant bodyguard.
Stuffed together in hotel rooms with only one bed and navigating the vast desert landscape for their location filming, Eddie’s long-standing crush on his dad’s best friend complicates things. Especially when Eddie ignites something in Lee he’d thought he’d left at the top of a mountain.
Struggling between desire and duty once again, Lee faces a whirlwind of emotions that could threaten everything he holds dear.
This time it’s not his career on the line, though. It’s Eddie’s life.
And his heart.
American Dream is an age gap, dad’s best friend, forced proximity, bi awakening standalone MM romance novel in the steamy Flying into Love . series featuring a lawyer’s son determined to make it big and an ex-firearms cop on a late path to self-discovery.
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“My dad say anything else?” Eddie asked through the breeze after what felt like an eternity of navigating dark roads by himself, Eddie not taking the job of navigator seriously enough.
“That he hoped you were okay.”
“Huh.” Eddie bit his lip. “And you said…?”
Lee took his eyes off the road to peek at Eddie. He wasn’t looking at him, though. Facing the other way, leaning on the window frame of the car, he stared at complete darkness.
“That all was good.”
“Is it?”
Lee drew in a breath. He was hoping to have time to sort through it all himself first, then sit Eddie down in a diner and give him his speech.
“Physically, you’re fine, right?”
“Physically, I am alive. Yes.”
“Then that’s all good.”
Eddie twisted to face him. “Is it?”
“Is it, what?”
“All good?”
“Uh huh.”
“You didn’t mention anything else to Dad?”
“Like what?”
“Like, uh, that we kissed?”
Lee nearly veered off the road and Eddie slammed his hands down to grab the door handle as the car bumped through gravel, sand, and dirt. When he got the Jeep levelled out, Eddie gave him another eyebrow arch. That eyebrow was getting more of a workout than the beefcakes at the gym.
“Sorry,” Lee said to the steering wheel.
“No problem,” Eddie replied, knowing the apology was for him and not the inanimate object. “I like all this danger, heart in my throat stuff. Adds years on me. Might not have to show my ID in Vegas.”
Lee flickered his eyes closed, then opened them quick smart on realising he was in charge of a vehicle carrying precious cargo. His best friend’s precious cargo.
“Shall I take that as a no? You didn’t tell him.”
“No. I didn’t tell Rupert you kissed me.”
“I kissed you?”
“You did.”
“You told me to.”
“I didn’t…” Lee stopped himself from uttering the blatant lie. He’d known what he was doing, and Eddie deserved the truth. “I wanted to talk to you when we stopped for food.”
“Why? In case I jump out of a moving vehicle when you tell me it was a mistake.”
“It was a mistake.”
Eddie glanced away, and after a wave of torturous silence where Lee wondered if Eddie might do what he’d said, Eddie broke it with a sulk so petulant it caused Lee’s stomach to twist. “See, not jumping.”
“Eddie…I…It’s…” Why couldn’t he get the words out? Why was this difficult? He was in the right here. Doing the correct and honourable thing. “I’m sorry. You’re right. I did kiss you, too. For a moment, I forgot you were Eddie.”
“Who did you think I was?”
“Eddie. But not that Eddie. You Eddie.” Lee rubbed his forehead. He wasn’t handling this well. Because he couldn’t understand it himself. Eddie was Eddie. But Eddie shouldn’t be conjuring up all these hidden feelings. Not Eddie Brownlee. “For the past week, it’s felt like I’ve been getting to know a different man.”
“And you’re okay with kissing that man?”
“Yes—No!” Lee glanced at Eddie in time for him to witness his mouth agape. “No,” he said calmer, twisting his hands around the steering wheel to compose himself. He’d almost let the unspeakable out then. “I shouldn’t be kissing anyone. Not when I’m literally just divorced. Decree came through yesterday. I fucked up my marriage and my career. I’m going through shit right now that you couldn’t understand.”
“No?” Eddie challenged him.
“No.” Lee peeped back at him, and the offense in Eddie’s eyes had him backtracking. Eddie understood. He was the only one who did. At least the only one who didn’t pity him and ask him to bury it, get a handle on it. Eddie knew what it was like to hold a dying person in his arms and watch the light switch off. It didn’t matter the hows and whys. All that mattered was he knew.
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About the Author:
Brought up in a relatively small town in Hertfordshire, C F White managed to do what most other residents try to do and fail—leave.
She eventually moved West to East along that vast District Line and settled for pie and mash, cockles and winkles and a bit of Knees Up Mother Brown to live in the East End of London; securing a job and creating a life, a home and a family.
After her second son was born with a rare disability, C F White’s life changed and brought pen back to paper having written stories as a child but never the confidence to show them to the world. Now, having embarked on this writing journey, she can’t stop. So strap in, it’s going to be a bumpy ride.
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