He’s my fake boyfriend and I’m straight. So why do I suddenly want more?
Tate: I’m everything people hate—
Spoiled, arrogant heir to a billion-dollar fortune.
Scion of a family that made its name opposing LGBTQ+ rights.
The last thing I expected to develop was a conscience.
I blame Emory Murphy—the golden-haired mess of a dreamer who turned my life upside down.
Somehow, I agree to pretend be Em’s boyfriend for his brother’s wedding.
Somehow, I don’t realize this means we’ll share a bed.
Somehow, I find myself kissing him.
More than kissing him.
And liking it.
How do you go back to being friends after that?
Hey, wanna grab some beers and forget about the time I had my mouth around your—
Yeah. Not happening.
With my family calling me home, I need to put this all behind me.
But try as I might, I can’t get Em out of my mind.
He has no idea that I’m really falling for him.
And my family has no idea who I really am.
I just want to feel free for once in my life—
But am I brave enough to tell either of them the truth?
Free Spirit is a 122,000 word m/m romance that’s got more sweetness than sunshine and peaches, more angsty pining than a coniferous forest, and more steam than a south Georgia summer night. Fake boyfriends, discovering bisexuality, and out-for-you themes. No cheating, no cliffhangers, and a guaranteed HEA.
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