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Book Title: Us Against the World
Author: Shayne
Prescott
Publisher: Self-Published –
Spartakittah Press
Cover Artist:
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Release Date: February 1,
2022
Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance
Tropes: Friends to lovers, sports, college
Themes: Bullying
Heat Rating: 3
flames
Length: 65 000
words
It is a standalone story and
does not end on a cliffhanger.
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Betrayed by the only
family he’s ever known, Owen must decide: for love or team?
Blurb
Betrayed by the only family he’s ever known, Owen must
decide: for love or team?
For Roseden University frosh Theo Carter, the
journey to his true self has been long and publicized. It seems most everyone on campus
saw the TV series in which he was transitioning, and some feel very strongly he doesn’t
belong at the prestigious all-male school. Struggling with classes and bullying, junior Owen
Lewis swoops in like his own personal savior. But as the heat rises between the two, so too
does the torment from some of the school’s lacrosse team.
As a product of the foster care system, Owen
knows all about not being wanted. That’s why his lacrosse teammates are so important to
him — they’ve become the closest thing he’s found to a real family. Being bounced around
constantly between different homes with just a plastic bag of his possessions taught Owen
there was no such thing as love. But if that’s true, why does Theo feel like a home he’s never
known? Owen is convinced that nothing will stop him from protecting Theo — but what if
the choice is between his found family and his first love?
When all seems lost, both have choices to make.
Will they choose each other?
Us Against the World is a 65 000-word HEA set
at the fictional Roseden University, in Roseden, Pennsylvania. It is the first in the series of
Roseden U books, and contains some derogatory language (LGBTQIA+)
Excerpt
“Hi! Do you need
help finding your books?” My books, my brain, my capacity to speak…
“Y-yes.” My
tongue tangled like when I was a kid, when I’d had a mouth full of Gobstoppers and couldn’t
manage any words. I bet I looked really intelligent.
Owen grinned at
me, either oblivious or nonplussed by my brainless moments. “Do you have your class
schedule? I’ll need that to find your books.”
“Sure do,” I
confirmed. I handed him my class list and he looked it over, nodding quietly to himself
before suddenly grinning even wider at me.
“You’re in my
Spanish class. But I don’t remember seeing you in the fall semester?”
“I took the fall
semester online, back home in New Hampshire.” Before he could ask why — I could see the
curiosity on his chiseled face — I explained. “I had surgery early in the year; it made more
sense to be home, rather than recovering here.” Smooth, Theo, so smooth. Why don’t you
tell him about the time you tripped and skinned both knees while you’re at it?
Owen nodded. “I
totally get that. So since you’ve got Spanish covered, it’ll just be the other four
classes?”
“Yeah. Take all my
money,” I groused, and he laughed, which made my stomach do a little flip-flop. I fought the
urge to groan. I needed to get over myself. I didn’t know this guy, and despite him looking
damn good, I shouldn’t have been swooning.
Owen went off to
search the stacks for the books, while I decided to pick up some more highlighters. I’d
brought some from home, but given the current state of my Spanish book, it would take me
no time at all before those were dried up and in need of replacements. Finding a five-pack
of assorted colors, I made a happy little noise and snatched them up, coming back to the
book section just as Owen approached with a thick stack of books.
“Oh God. How am
I going to get all of those back to my dorm?” Yes, Theo, complain to the handsome man
about your own ineptitude.
Owen peeked
around the books to peer down at me. “You didn’t bring a backpack?” I shook my head
morosely. “Two options. You can either buy a Roseden one, or if you’ve got one back in your
room, I can set the books aside while you go grab it.”
“Can you really
set them aside?” Owen nodded. “Okay, thanks! I’ll get back here as fast as I can.”
“Don’t rush,”
Owen assured me with a dazzling smile. “It’s been slow. More professors are going for
online textbooks instead of the physical ones.”
I hazarded a
glance at my stack. “Not mine, it seems.” Owen winked at me and my stomach fluttered
again. I started towards the door, then remembered the highlighters in my hand. Turning, I
placed them beside my texts. “I’ll pay for those, too, when I come back.” Owen gave me a
friendly wave, and then I was off, back to Tucker Hall.
About the Author
Shayne Prescott has been
putting together books since his medium was scraps of paper and pencil nubs. A children’s
book was considered for publication while in middle school, and his short stories were often
a favorite of his beloved English teacher, Mrs. Mazzacarro. Still, he writes.
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