
ππππππ Iβm broke, homeless, and running from a violent ex. So, when I land a bartending job at Mr. Pink's, I think I've found a lifeline. Instead, I find a reality TV camera crew. Cast as the fresh meat, productionβs first order of business is getting me to make friends with the Pink Stallionsβa raunchy and cliquish group of dancing bartenders masquerading as cowboys. The next thing I know, Iβm moving in with the showβs resident golden boy, Braxton. Braxton is cocky, loud, and supposedly straight. Heβs everything I tend to avoid, but behind closed doors, heβs the only person who makes me feel safe. Now, the hardest part of the job isn't actingβitβs resisting the boy who looks at me like he wants to devour me. πππππππ What do I think about Pookie? Heβs a handsome dude, but Iβm not into him. Because, look, Iβm not gay. I just dance shirtless at the hottest gay bar in NYC for cold, hard cash. But when my cheating girlfriend leaves me with an apartment I canβt afford, production hands me a take in the mysterious new guy for a fake bromance storyline. It was supposed to be easy money. But there is nothing fake about the protective rage that hits me when I notice the faded bruises on his skin. The closer I get to Pookie, the more I realize the biggest lie I've ever told is the one I tell myself. ππππ πππππππππ ππ’π·πͺπ―π¨ ππ°π°π¬πͺπ¦ is book one in Pink Stallions, a series of interconnected standalones. When the cameras roll, the boys come out to play, and when reality becomes a little too real, the fourth wall shatters. ππππππ Found Family Bi Awakening Secret Relationship Forced Proximity Roommates to Lovers Hurt/Comfort Reality TV