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About the author:
Lou Skelton writes fun, filthy and feelsy gay romance stories from her home in south east London. She particularly enjoys subverting romantic tropes and hetereonormative narratives, but she still loves a good, old-fashioned happy ending. She has several books in development and is currently working on her first series.
Here is a short sample from the book:
Hanging over the fireplace was a mirror. Though Isaac tried his hardest to avoid it, his reflection seemed to be inescapable, even when seated on the sofa. It was his own face which drew him in and it looked pinched and much too pale. His hair, too, was all wrong. Isaac fretted over it, moving it this way and that, but it made no difference at all. He’d styled it with such confidence that morning, in preparation for his appointment with Luis. Now, in the light of Luis’s living room, it just seemed flat and colourless.
At the back of his mind, a small voice spoke up. It reminded him that when he was nervous he was prone to seeing himself in a negative light. The thought provided some comfort—but then he noticed the anxious expression of his eyes and the troubled line of his mouth. Those parts were real and they weren’t very sexy. Daksh would take one look at him and lose interest.
It’s not my hair that’s the problem, Isaac thought. It’s all this other stuff, all written across my face as plain as day.
With difficulty, he pulled his gaze back down to the floor—he didn’t need to look at the mirror any more. He was still studying the muted patterns of the rug beneath his feet when Luis breezed in with his laptop.
“Ready?” he asked, all but clapping his hands together with enthusiasm. A woody, citrussy scent lagged behind him, a remnant of a recent shower.
“No,” Isaac said. His palms had started to sweat; he wiped them on his jeans.
Luis, he noticed, was barefoot and, by most people’s standards, only half-dressed. He wore a clingy pair of jogging bottoms and very little else. Unlike Isaac, he was never worried about what he looked like. It was a very attractive quality, Isaac realised. It was no wonder that Luis was so in demand.