Overview

If I was gonna go queer for anybody, it would be my ridiculously hot best bro. But we’re not gay. We’ve just been best friends for more than a decade. Sure, we slap each other on the ass. Sure, I’m at his house all the time, and he told me I could move in and I wouldn’t have to pay any bills. Sure, we sometimes kiss each other on the cheek and share the bed, platonically, of course. We know more about each other than any girlfriend ever could—bro stuff. When Rise is up for a new contract for a crazy big project, I tell him to go for it. There’s nobody better for the job than him. Then, his potential boss mistakes us as being in a relationship. Crazy, right? Where’d he get a far-fetched idea like that? So, we fake it ’til he makes it. And Rise makes it. He gets the job. Pretending to be in love with my best friend isn’t hard. We just act the same with a few added kisses here and there that feel good. Better than good. Better than they should. Then we get curious. Hands start to wander. There’s bare skin and experimentation that goes way too far to explain away as just being fake boyfriends. But it’s all to play the role, isn’t it? So why am I starting to want what we’re faking to be real? I’m straight. At least, I thought I was. My Best Friend Thinks he’s Straight is a standalone novel. It’s sweet with lots of heat, so 18+ readers only, please! Warning for homophobic family members.