Today I’m giving you a look at my next Men of Falcon Pointe book, Becoming Rafe, which will be out May 23rd. This is from the very beginning, folks 🙂
I’m here. I’m finally here. Nephi Norton glanced around the bland square room and grinned. Four years of planning, and it had worked. He was a freshman at Falcon Pointe University. He dropped his suitcases on the floor of his room and went downstairs to grab the three boxes he’d left behind. Thankfully the airport shuttle guy didn’t even blink an eye. Nephi assumed he transported a fair amount of students to college and had probably had weirder cargo in the past.
The noise level in the dorm was low so far, but it was midweek. School didn’t start until Monday. He assumed the majority of students would hit on Friday, and the weekend would be bedlam. He looked forward to it. Like he’d looked forward to moving away from home… but he already missed his crazy family.
“But not all the rules,” he murmured as he picked up two of the boxes.
“Need a hand?” His resident assistant popped up, seemingly out of nowhere, with a huge grin on his face. Trevor was short, had a sizable beer gut, and Nephi found him quite friendly.
“Do you really want to walk up to the third floor?” he teased.
“Why not? I’ll be doing it several times over the next few days. It’s good exercise,” Trevor teased back as he gathered the last box.
They trudged to the third floor and all the way down the hall to his room. “You can put that on the desk,” he told Trevor as he put his boxes on the floor.
“This was my first room as a freshman,” Trevor said. He placed a box on the desk and walked to the windows. “Had some great times in here.” He glanced over his shoulder and winked. “I can’t officially tell you this, because it’s technically against the rules, but you can open this window and shimmy up to the roof. It’s a great place to just be, drink a beer or two, smoke some weed….”
Nephi blinked. A beer he could handle. He’d had several at parties. But a joint? Really? His RA grinned. “Marijuana is legal in Washington State, albeit for the twenty-one-and-older crowd.” Trevor walked back and smacked Nephi on the shoulder. “All right. I’ve done enough corrupting of you for the day. I’m off to corrupt someone else.”
Men of Falcon Pointe
About This Book
Eighteen-year-old Nephi Norton goes to Falcon Pointe University to find himself. Away from his conservative family, he hopes to discover if his attraction to men is the real deal. Encouraged to be someone a little different, he starts using his middle name. “Rafe” quickly makes friends, some of whom use a paddle to dispense caring discipline, and he lives it up—until midterms hit and he realizes he’s flunking statistics class.
When Scotland native Éigneachán Jackson Levlin offers to help, Rafe is eager to accept—not only because Levlin is a psychologist, but also because he’s out and proud and hot as hell.
As their relationship heats up, Rafe decides to spend one last Christmas with his family before he tells them. When his little sister outs him to his siblings, they turn out to be fully supportive, and he takes heart—until he introduces Levlin to his father, who brutally dismisses both of them. Now Rafe must come to peace with his father’s rejection or risk losing Levlin—and all he has become at Falcon Pointe—forever.
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