Alexandria Bellefleur

Sparks fly when a lovelorn romance novelist and a divorce lawyer who has sworn off relationships agree to cohost a podcast series offering dating advice to viewers, in Truly, Madly, Deeply, the next steamy queer rom-com from Lambda Literary Award winner and national bestselling author Alexandria Bellefleur. As a bestselling romance novelist, everyone thinks Truly Livingston is an expert on happily-ever-afters. She's even signed on to record a podcast sharing relationship advice. Little do they know she feels like an imposter--her parents just announced they're separating, she caught her fiancé cheating, and her entire view on love has been shaken to the core. Truly hopes the podcast will distract her... until she meets her cohost. Her first impression of Colin McCory is...hot. But then he opens his extremely kissable mouth. Colin's view on love just pisses Truly off, even if he does have an annoyingly attractive face. Bickering with a cynical divorce lawyer is the last thing she needs--so she walks out, with no plans to return. A few days later, Truly is surprised when Colin tracks her down, asking for a fresh start. Truly can't deny the little thrill she gets from Colin begging, so she reluctantly agrees. As they go from enemies to friends to something else entirely, Truly discovers they have more in common than she ever imagined, including their shared queerness. He's a genuinely good guy--charming, sweet, and equally as unlucky in love as herself--and there's something about Colin that drives Truly a little wild. When their attraction reaches a fever pitch, Truly is happy for the first time in years. Yet she can't help but wonder... is Colin truly, madly, deeply in love with her? Or is it all too good to be true?

Truly, Madly, Deeply

Cassidy Nolan

Six years ago, almost to the day, Truly first spotted Justin Gallagher in all his dreamy, sun-kissed, green-eyed glory and thought, 

 Now, bare from the waist down, wearing nothing but a red muscle tee, her fiancé looked the furthest thing from dreamy she could imagine.

She didn’t know what the guy standing in the doorway had done to Caitlin to earn a greeting that abrasive, but 

 was he gorgeous. All mole-splattered skin and brown doe-eyes framed with black lashes so thick that at first glance she’d have sworn he was wearing eyeliner. Actually, no, 

 wasn’t right. Her eyes were brown, but his were the color of the tiger’s-eye wedged in her front pocket, the one she’d handpicked out of a big crate of polished stones on a fifth-grade field trip to Greenwater. The same stone she brought with her to every event for good luck. Dark penny shot through with tawny and gold. Chestnut hair fell in swooping waves across his forehead and grazed the collar of the lavender sweater-vest he wore over a plain white tee that hugged his biceps.

“Truly, all I can say is, thank God your parents didn’t meet on 

 because Fanny St. James doesn’t exactly scream sexy historical romance novelist.

“I don’t know.” Colin looked thoughtful.“In the UK, fanny 

Caitlin leaned her hand on her chin, grin devious. “Go on, Colin. Say 

 you still haven’t addressed what you expected to happen when you walked in here. What if I had been shopping?”

Colin shrugged. “I suppose I would’ve learned whether you ever replace that stick up your ass with something a little more fun.”

“Damn. Please, for me, tell him he’s been a very good boy and put him out of his misery?”

She buried her head in her hands and groaned. 

Lulu kicked her under the table. “The guy’s gagging for it. He’s humping your leg. Virtually. 

Work hard doing something she loved, meet someone, fall madly in love, get married. Have a home, a life, as full of love and laughter as her parents had.

Everything she’d ever wanted had hinged on her belief in happily ever afters, but now she had doubts she’d never had before.

“St. James.” Colin set his phone aside. “Long time no see.”

Something inside her stomach fluttered. “Miss me, McCrory?”

He laughed and the butterflies trapped inside her chest fluttered frantically. “Don’t let it go to your head.”

 you taste like cherries.” He mouthed at her throat, teeth scraping the juncture of where her jaw met her neck. “You know that, Truly?”

Her name sounded like a benediction, whispered against her skin.

“Don’t most people like to look at the things that make them happy?” It hardly made her special. “Don’t you?”

“Yeah.” Colin gripped her chin between his fingers, gently forcing her eyes level with his. “I do.”

She narrowly avoided choking on a mouthful of wine. “You saw me on Saturday—“

“Yeah, and I missed you as soon as I walked out your front door.” He crossed his arms. “What’s your point?”

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