Release Tour incl Exclusive Excerpt: Fearne Hill – Fool’s Gold (Mis-shapes #2)

Length: 75k words Series: Mis-shapes, book 2 Prior Reading: not required Genre: contemporary Tropes: grumpy-sunshine, opposites, housemates, medical Trigger/Content Warnings: n/a Designer: Black Jazz Designs

Universal Buy Link Amazon Buy Link When all your friends have plus-ones but you’re still figuring out step one.  From the 2025 winner of the Lambda Literary Award for LGBTQ Romance comes a tale of two housemates in love. If only they realised. Alaric: Turning thirty doesn’t mean you have to grow up and be boring, right? Except if you ask all my friends, it does. They’re all busy coupling up and settling down, while I’m stuck cuddling up to strangers for a shot at a good night’s sleep. Only this state of utter desperation would lead me to move to middle-of-nowhere Sutton Common with the world’s most peculiar, boring man. He even walks an imaginary dog! Gerald:  I never thought I would want a housemate, and after meeting Alaric, I’m even more convinced. The man’s a walking disaster who sleeps on the floor and won’t stop making fun of my book club reads. I could never trust him with my secrets, like my dream to dance with my neighbour’s dog at the prestigious Crufts dog show. I should be glad when he decides to move back out as soon as possible, right? Only it turns out Alaric might appreciate a firm hand… and I might like being the one holding the leash. This is book 2 in the Mis-Shapes series but works perfectly as a stand alone. I’m cohabiting with a hobbit, not an elf. Alaric Alvin is about five feet six inches tall, has dark blond hair itching to curl up at the edges, and a relentlessly cheerful attitude despite interacting with me. He hardly ever wears shoes, either inside or when he slips out into my tiny back yard for a smoke. Literally, he sleeps on the floor; when I crept past his room late last night, his door was ajar and there he was, curled up on his side in what can only be explained as a nest of clothing and towels.  His soft lisp and his teeth and the shine around his pink mouth—a regular application of lip gloss or lip balm—are too much. They do strange things to my insides. Now I’ve got to watch his gappy front teeth bite down on buttery baked potato while he licks his glossy lips and the lispy voice witters on about the wonders of living in his last flat with his beloved oldest friend Stefan and how it was situated a stone’s throw from the beating pulse of London. Politicians should hire him for filibustering; one sentence segues into the next without so much as a pause for breath.  Book club can’t come quick enough. In general, the hobbit’s dietary regime leaves a lot to be required, although credit where it’s due, he’s nailed cheesy tuna melt over baked potato. Coco Pops, crisps, sugary full fat yoghurts, and takeaway pizzas are surprising nutritional choices for a surgeon who should know better. If I pigged out on that lot, I’d be shapeless, greasy, and spotty. Dr Alaric Alvin, cross-legged on the sofa with no intention of retreating to his room whilst I chair book club, is none of those things. Mind you, it must be a rocket-fuel concoction; he views silence as a personal affront.

Fearne Hill resides far from the madding crowds in the county of Dorset, deep in the British countryside. She likes it that way. She is a two times Lambda Literary finalist: Two Tribes in 2023 and Oyster in 2025.

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