Boy Next Door series by Heather Mar-Gerrison (Books 1~4 )
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Overview: Heather lives in Nottingham, England with her husband, two daughters and their two cats – Bella and Romeo… When she isn’t writing she’s either reading a book or planning the next plot line.
Her main focus these days is contemporary romance and she particularly loves writing romances between men. The Boy Next Door Series is all about M/M romance.
Genre: Romance MM
Kiss The Boy #1: I stared at him. His mouth was moving – which was a total turn on, by the way – but the words he was saying wouldn’t process in my confused brain. What the hell was he talking about? He couldn’t have found the one – because I was the one…
“He’s totally awesome, dude – I know this is the real thing.” Paris’s eyes were shining and his smile was enough to make me want to cry.
I nodded, forcing myself to smile along with him – he was so totally stoked about the whole thing I couldn’t show my disappointment – hell, never mind disappointment – this was totally heartbreaking… “The real thing, huh?” I asked and I was grateful that my voice didn’t wobble, showing how upset I was about this new episode. “Wow – that’s amazing.”
He nodded, “I know, right?” he laughed, “And I want to be everything he needs me to be – that’s kind of where you come in…” he blushed bright red.
I frowned; did I miss something? “What are you on about?”
He looked up at me through his eyelashes – something he’d done since we were kids and I’d always been putty in his hands when he did that, “Could you, like, teach me…?” he trailed off, going an even deeper shade of red.
My heart started to beat a little faster. “Teach you?” I faltered. Surely that didn’t mean what I thought it meant, “Teach you what?”
He shrugged helplessly, “Everything.” He muttered, “I’ve never…”
My heart started to thump out of my chest. Paris was asking me to teach him how to be a good lover? Holy shit. I nodded. Wiping my hands down my face, I found myself, against my better judgment, agreeing to be his teacher… This was going to end in tears – and they’d undoubtedly be mine but this was also my only chance to show him what he was missing in me. Maybe he really was in love with this wonderful guy he’d met. Only time would tell but I was not going down without a fight…
Are We Good…? #2: You two would make such a cute couple."
I rolled my eyes. I heard this sort of crap at least five times a day.
Snap chats sent to me of Ben and I together with little captions, “Couple in the making” and all sorts of other shit.
We were mates. End of. I didn’t see him as boyfriend material (well, I totally did but it was never gonna happen) and he’d fancied the pants off one of our other (female) friends for months so it was totally futile ever thinking anything would ever happen. He was all set to ask her to the final prom but somehow or other, even though I’d primed her (see what a good friend I was?) and assured her he was definitely going to ask her, she ended up getting all antsy at how long he was taking to ask her and she agreed to go with Lewis Jones instead. Lewis Jones? How insulting – I think I was more offended than Ben… And, well good luck there, girl… no one could love Lewis Jones any more than he loved himself.
Ben and I had been friends for years – just friends and for the main part, we were perfectly happy the way things were, thank you very much… Well, I assumed that Ben was anyway.
“No – we wouldn’t.” I said with about as much patience as I could muster. I hated this time of year when there were more wet breaks than dry and everyone congregated in the common room. This latest onslaught had been going on for a fair few hours now, on and off, and I was really beginning to get pissed off. I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that Ben and I made the perfect couple – because we’d been the perfect couple for as long as I could remember – we just weren’t romantically involved – well, apart from a couple of random ‘moments’ anyway… The first being the day we got married when we were six and I, being the bride, made damned sure I got my kiss… I’ll get around to the second time a little later because at that moment Ben appeared, “’S’up guys?” he grinned.
I felt happier almost immediately, “These guys are all crazy.” I said, “They’ve been trying to fix us up – can you believe that?” Please say you can… please say that Paris’s birthday party wasn’t just a drunken mistake…
Equal Measures #3 I stared at Dad with my mouth open, horror-struck. Gabriel Stewart was the captain of Springfield Academy’s football team and had been the object of my desire forever… Gabriel Stewart was my new step-brother…? “His name’s Gabriel,” Dad said unnecessarily, since I was already having a meltdown over the whole thing. My heart started to thump so hard I could feel it in my ears, “Gabriel Stewart.” I managed to murmur faintly.
Some Kind of Paradise #4: Brooklyn was getting married to his childhood sweetheart Sandy…
I had mixed feelings about it – Brooklyn was my brother’s best friend and I’d always had a bit of a crush on him – but he was three years older than me and therefore kind of out of my league – particularly with my brother breathing down his neck… Oh, and there was the small fact that he was also straight.
We’d always got on really well though – and there was that kiss in the garden on my brother’s eighteenth birthday… I’ll never forget that – it gave me hope that maybe he wasn’t as straight as he thought he was.
Anyway, of course I was invited – since my brother was to be the best man and I was, on the one hand, delighted to go – to share in the best day of his life – even if it was up there with the worst days of mine – Nana’s funeral… fluffy getting run over… Yes, I was in love with the groom; had been since I was thirteen and he was first brought round by my big brother after they met at college. This guy had been the man of my dreams since then and I knew I’d be in love with him forever – and he was marrying someone else… bummer huh?
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