Series: Love in the City #1
Author: Mia Monroe
Genre: Contemporary MM Romance
Release Date: July 15, 2019
Falling for him was not part of the plan.
It was the
perfect plan. I would marry one of my closest friends and reap the financial rewards.
He needed a savior right when I showed up on my white horse. We’d been friends
for years, so now we’d be glorified roommates. No one had to know two straight
guys decided to tie the knot. We agreed nothing would change. We’d just go on
with our normal lives.
the plan until I started to notice more about him than just his laid back vibe.
I started to look forward to coming home. I lived to talk books, art, and love.
Suddenly, we were both feeling things that didn’t make any sense. We didn’t
date men. We had to make a decision – act on the attraction or try to pretend
it wasn’t there.
about perfect plans – sometimes you have to deviate.
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As I hand him my wine glass, our hands brush together
causing both of us to pause. My eyes shift to his, and my brow furrows as the
strangest thought settles over me.
“Something wrong?” Quinn asks.
I blink rapidly, taking a moment to ground myself.
“Jason? You okay?”
“Yes.” I clear my throat. “I’m fine.”
“You looked like you were gonna be sick.”
I swallow hard. “Um, no it passed. Maybe too much wine. I’m good.”
Quinn smiles. “Okay. Want some water?”
“I can get it.”
I stumble to the fridge, reaching in for a bottle of water, but still reeling
from the urge I had to fight back. I wanted to kiss him. Or him to kiss me. I
wanted my male friend to fucking kiss me. Again. Work has been keeping me so
busy, it’s been easy to avoid the feelings, but they’re back. When he touches
my shoulder, I jump back, startled.
Quinn raises his hand. “Sorry, man. You sure you’re okay? You’re acting really
I couldn’t tell him. No way. That would be an invitation. Or admitting
something I’m not sure I want to admit.
“I think I’ll sit down for a minute.”
“Good idea. I’ll finish up in here.”
In the living room, I sink into the couch, rubbing my forehead. My mind shifts
back to the night we kissed and Quinn said it was no big deal. But it was.
Because I liked it. A few minutes ago, I was tempted to do it again. What is it
about the guy that makes me feel such strange things? And what would he do if I
actually kissed him?
When he appears again, my breath catches, but I hope he didn’t notice. He sits
on the edge of the coffee table directly in front of me and puts his hands on
both my knees.
“Are you sure you don’t need to see a doctor?” he asks. “You’re still really
“I’m Irish. I’m always pale.”
Quinn smiles, softly shaking his head. “Your sense of humor is intact at
least.” He studies my eyes. “You’re sure you’re okay?”
Could I tell him? “I, um, just have a lot on my mind.”
“Okay. Let’s talk. That’s why I’m here. Do you need advice? I don’t know much
about your world, but maybe I can help.”
“Is it your business?”
“Personal then. Something between you and me? Something you want to tell me?”
He nods, still holding my gaze. “It is me. Did I do something wrong?”
“No.” I shake my head. “Not at all.”
He stands and as he does my eyes follow him, taking in his masculine body. He
moves beside me. “Tell me what’s going on, Jason. I can take it.”
“Um, well, maybe it’s just the wine, but um…” I can’t tell him.
Quinn moves to his knees on the floor in front of me so I’m forced to look at
him again. “What?”
I don’t say a word. Instead, I just lean in and press my lips on his then sit
A slow smile spreads on Quinn’s lips. “You wanted to kiss me?”
“I guess I did.”
We sit silently for a moment until Quinn slides his hand up my neck, settling
it just under my hair. He pulls me to him and kisses me again, softly, letting
his lips linger on mine. Then he releases me.
“That was nice,” he whispers. “Did you think so?”
I nod. “Yeah, Quinn. It was nice, but—”
“Shh. No buts. We don’t need to break it down right now.”
My brow furrows. “Are you sure?”
“I am sure. It’s just something we both wanted to do, and that’s cool.” He
grins. “We are married after all.”
I laugh softly. “We’re not that kind of married.”
He shrugs. “Maybe we are.” He takes my hand in his. “Or maybe we will be one
day. I think we just…” He tilts his head, fixing those amazing eyes on me.
“Just let it happen.”
“Whatever it is. I’m down with that. Are you?”
Releasing August 19, 2019
long been an avid romance reader and writer. As someone who identifies as part
of the LGBTQ community, Mia feels a special connection to these sometimes
complicated stories. Once she read her first MM romance, she was hooked, and
now wants to bring those stories to you. She’s a hopeless romantic so she
guarantees a happy ever after in all her stories, but she does not guarantee
they will be without complications.
describes her writing style as angsty, emotional, and kinky and just lets her
imagination take her where it wants to go. No filters, no restraint, no
apologies. She hopes you enjoy the ride and come back for more.
tell you Mia is funny in the most sarcastic of ways, fluent in inappropriate
memes, loosely moral’d, a lover of words, and fueled by coffee and tacos- but
not at the same time. She has some standards. Send her a friend request!
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