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Cloud White (Nailed It! Book 3) Angsty MM Romance by Fearne Hill

Meet Milo and Mungo. Mungo and Milo.

Just friends. Best friends.

Honestly, there’s nothing more to it.

Just best friends. And bad timing.

That awkward moment when you realise you’re dancing alone. That you’re hopelessly in love with your oldest friend, except somehow along the way, you forgot to tell him. Tired of waiting for you to come to your senses, he’s moved on, he’s found his significant other.

And now it’s too late.

Though slowly dying inside, you pick yourself up, swallow your pride, and grieve from the side lines. And everything is fine, until the day you notice your best friend is acting strangely.

Why is he unhappy? A shadow of his former self?

You know him better than anyone and something is not right. Against good advice, you confront him. And risk ruining everything.

Cloud White by Fearne Hill is coming August 10th and we have the GORGEOUS cover to share with you today!

Meet Milo and Mungo. Mungo and Milo.

Just friends. Best friends.

Honestly, there’s nothing more to it.

Just best friends. And bad timing.

That awkward moment when you realise you’re dancing alone. That you’re hopelessly in love with your oldest friend, except somehow along the way, you forgot to tell him. Tired of waiting for you to come to your senses, he’s moved on, he’s found his significant other.

And now it’s too late.

Though slowly dying inside, you pick yourself up, swallow your pride, and grieve from the side lines. And everything is fine, until the day you notice your best friend is acting strangely.

Why is he unhappy? A shadow of his former self?

You know him better than anyone and something is not right. Against good advice, you confront him. And risk ruining everything.

Cloud Nine Standalone MM Romance Nailed It Series by Fearne Hill

Bedroom eyes, that’s the name my mom gave them. Before I travelled to the UK, she issued me plenty of warnings: don’t look the wrong way when crossing the road, the first floor was the second floor, and no one would know what I meant if I asked for ranch dressing at a restaurant.

But the perils of shy, beautiful men like Tristan Carter? Men with walking canes and hearing aids and those damned bedroom eyes, hidden behind a curtain of silky blond hair?

She forgot to tell me anything about those. And I messed up badly. Monumentally. The kind of misjudgement that had me waking in a cold sweat, wanting to catch the next flight back to my pampered college life in the US. Except I couldn’t, seeing as I’d messed up there too.

So I stayed. I got a job, grew up, and learned some harsh life lessons. Worked out what I wanted to do with my future. Drank warm beer, chilled with my big brother. Ferried Tristan Carter across London. Helped him in and out of the car. Goofed around with him. Tumbled headlong in love with him.

Bedroom eyes. I’m an absolute sucker for those.