About Unconventional
by TC Blue
326 pages / 87900 words
ISBN: 978-1-61040-25-1
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When Trent agrees to move to Los Angeles with Lucas, he knows things
aren’t going to be easy. Between a lawsuit, Lucas’ closeted status,
difficulty finding work, and a few other things, ‘not easy’ turns out to be
an understatement.
Lucas can’t regret bringing his lover to L.A., but he also can’t live openly
with Trent the way he wants to. When an unexpected film role makes Lucas
even more high-profile than he already was and an unknown enemy steps in to
complicate things even further, Lucas has some hard choices to make. Trent’s
happiness, and Lucas’, depend upon making the right ones.
Review
Kiernan Kelly, author of Seti's Heart, writes: In “Unconventional,” the
third book of the popular series that began with “Conventional Wisdom,”
followed by “Conventional Education,” TC Blue treats readers to the next
chapter in the lives of television star Lucas Merrifield, and his lover,
game programmer Trent Dennis.
Trent has moved to LA and into Lucas’ house, but since Lucas remains
deeply in the closet for fear over his career, they need to go to great
lengths to hide their relationship. Plus, legal woes from Trent’s days
working for Neverwhere Games have followed him to LA; indeed, his
troubles have escalated. The pressures from both fronts, as well as
their living arrangements are taking their toll on Trent and Lucas’
relationship, and as things go from bad to worse, both men are going to
have decide what’s truly important to them.
I’m a big fan of this series, and this latest installment did not
disappoint. Indeed, it may just be my favorite! TC Blue escorts the
reader up the red carpet into the heart of Hollywood, with all the
accompanying glitz and glamour, stirs things up with a legal battle that
had me intrigued, and spiced it all up with some red hot sex. This is a
great read, cover to cover, and I can only hope TC Blue continues with
Trent and Lucas’ story!
Sample
Trent was nervous. He didn't want to be, but there was
no denying the fact. He was nervous. Anxious. All twisted up inside. He'd
thought carefully about what he'd done before doing it, though -- carefully
but swiftly. He'd even run the idea past Lucas' bosses at the studio and
Rory and Matthew agreed that it made as much sense to them as it did to
Trent. Unfortunately, that didn't mean Lucas would agree, and Trent had
found himself feeling more and more off-balance since he'd first implemented
his plan.
He forced himself to move, checking that everything was arranged just right.
New throw pillows at the ends of the couch, lights on in the kitchen as well
as the living room. The bedroom door was open, as was the door to the
half-bath beside the kitchen. Everything looked... well, not good, exactly,
but reasonable.
The clock on the wall ticked slowly, the battery-driven hands clicking
softly, just barely audible in the otherwise silent room, and it wasn't
until Trent heard the sound of a key pushing into the lock on the front door
that he moved again, this time swiftly.
He rushed into the kitchen, pulling two bottle of Guinness from the fridge
and popping the caps off with the opener on the counter.
By the time he'd accomplished that and stepped back into the living room,
bottles held by their necks in one hand... oh. Oh, fuck. "You look good,"
Trent said, his own voice startling him in the quiet, drowning out the
ticking clock and Lucas' breaths. "Uh, beer?"
Lucas seemed startled as well, though Trent couldn't really blame him. It
had to be a little strange, at the very least, to be handed a key and told
to go on up to an apartment, especially one that was entirely unknown. Hell,
Trent counted himself lucky that Luke had even done it.
"Trent," Lucas said, and yeah, he sounded kind of confused. "What the fuck,
man?"
Trent smiled a little, though he was sighing on the inside as he moved
closer and pressed one of the beer bottles into Lucas' hand. "Drink this,"
he said. "Then we... fuck, Luke. We really need to sit down and talk, okay?"
He watched as Luke's brows rose, then lowered. Watched Lucas' lips open and
close. Then he watched while Luke raised the bottle to those lips and took a
long draught, the man's throat working as it swallowed, and fuck. Jesus
fucking Christ. Trent had actually forgotten just how beautiful Lucas was in
person. Five weeks, and he'd forgotten. Fuck.
"If you're not gonna drink that," Lucas said, once that bottle left the
mouth Trent couldn't look away from again, "I think you need to put it down,
Trent. It's gonna end up all over the floor in about a minute unless you
stop looking at me like that. I really fucking hope you don't stop looking
at me like that, though."