Get your New Adult fix in this hot story featuring two film students learning about love on and off camera.
Off Camera, Book 2 in the Complicated series by Megan Slayer
From Megan Slayer Publishing
Contemporary, M/M, Anal Sex, Masturbation
Navigating college is hard, but not as hard as learning to love and trust.
Kade Evans knew what he wanted to do with his life—write scripts for Hollywood. He’s poured his heart into his work and learning the tricks of the trade, but being only twenty-one he knows he needs experience. How’s a guy supposed to get experience when he’s shy and quiet? The answer might be closer and more forceful than he thinks.
Tony Victor’s goal in life is to make movies. He won’t quit until he’s working on the next blockbuster. First, he’s got to get through college and get the handsome guy from script writing class to notice him. Tony’s never had trouble getting attention, but something about Kade calls to him. Tony’s head says go slow, but his heart is ready to take things to the next level.
Will these two find common ground or will the simmering passion between them fall apart when their secrets are revealed?
And now an excerpt!!
©Megan Slayer, 2019, All Rights Reserved
Tony bobbed his head to the heavy beat and wandered around his tiny apartment. He needed to say the right thing to Kade. One wrong move and he’d screw everything up even more.
“Hi. We met during class today. I’ve been watching you for the last two months and hoped you’d notice me. You haven’t, so I acted like a jerk in order to grab your attention.” He shook his head. Yeah, that wouldn’t work. “Remember me? I still want to work with you on this project. I’m an ass, but I’ve got my heart in the right place.” No. He’d been thinking with his cock, not his heart.
Tony drummed his fingers on the table then picked up the telephone. Shit. He needed the class roster sheet the prof had passed out. That had everyone’s contact info on it. He found the paper. With shaky hands, he pressed the numbers for Kade and held his breath. Here goes nothing…
“Hello?” Kade’s voice came across the line. “Who is this?”
“Hi. It’s Tony. I’m in Scriptworks with you.” He balled his fist. “I wanted to talk to you about the project.”
“You do, eh?” Kade sighed. “I’m not interested.”
“Wait. Don’t hang up.” Christ. He hated the idea of being wimpy and begging. “I can do this project without you, but I’d like to talk to you.”
“You stole that book out of my hands.”
“Would you believe I did it to get you to talk to me?”
“What? No. I don’t believe you. I’m hanging up now.”
“Don’t.” He closed his eyes. “I’m really trying right now.” Something deep within him ripped in half. “Please?”
Kade said something Tony didn’t understand then growled. “If I decide to talk this over with you and think about doing this joint-project, will you give me the book back? I have to get the paper done by next Wednesday.”
“You drive a hard bargain.” As if he’d actually keep the book. He didn’t need a description of Hitchcock’s works. Tony gripped the phone tighter. “Deal. Meet me at Harvard Place in a half hour. I’m in apartment 5-C. I’ll wait in the foyer. Interested?”
Kade didn’t answer for a long time and with each passing moment, Tony’s heart sank. He opened his eyes and began to pace again. If he didn’t get an answer, he’d know the truth. He’d fucked up.
“Okay,” Kade said. “I’ll do this, but only because I want my book.”
“Sweet.” Tony loosened his grip. “See you in a half hour?”