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Book Title: Bad at Being Good
Author: A.L. Morrow
Publisher: SourGirl Books
Cover Artist: Morningstar Ashley Designs
Release Date: November 28, 2023
Genre: Contemporary M/M romance, new adult
Tropes: brother’s best friend, friends to lovers, first love, bad boy
Themes: coping with grief, forgiveness, hurt/comfort, found family
Heat Rating: 4 flames
Length: 73 000 words
It is a standalone story and does not end on a cliffhanger.
Available on Amazon, Kobo, Apple Books, B&N, and Smashwords
No one is good all of the time. Especially me.
Blurb
Six years ago, I promised my friend Kellan that I’d never mess around with his little brother. I accepted it. I didn’t regret it, and I didn’t think twice about it. Milo Sterling—the good student, perfect son, and promising dancer—was off limits.
But that was before.
Before we went away to college. Before Kellan died. Before I flunked out of school.
Now, I’m back home, and Milo’s different. He’s quieter and colder, no longer a boy but a man. And that hurt in his eyes? I put it there the night I failed to save Kellan. I have a lot to make up for. Falling for Milo, no matter how much I want him, would be one more thing to add to my list.
But promises are meant to be broken, and if there’s one thing I’m bad at, it’s being good.
Bad at Being Good is a best friend’s brother/brother’s best friend (dual POV) M/M romance featuring hurt/comfort, found family, coping with grief, and—of course—a happily ever after. Readers are advised to check the Author’s Note for content sensitivities.
Excerpt
“I’m sorry for your loss.”
I ignore the next person who tries to talk to me, exactly like I did the last. Dad’s eyes bore into me. When there’s a break in the people approaching, he steps closer and leans over my shoulder.
“Milo, stand up,” he scolds. “These people are here to support us. Snubbing them is rude.”
Mom comes between us immediately. She places her hand on Dad’s arm, but her gaze is warm when it turns toward me. “David, leave him alone. He’s going through enough right now. He shouldn’t have to worry about other people, too.”
At least Mom gets it.
Dad frowns but stands straight again. Sighing, he looks out across the church.
Then, he scowls.
“I can’t believe that piece of shit showed up.”
I glance over my shoulder in the direction of his stare, and I see him.
“Benji?” I whisper.
Our eyes lock, and I can barely breathe.
He came. I texted him the other night to make sure he knew about the arrangements, but he never replied. Still, he’s here, standing way in the back where people light votive candles. His hands are shoved in his pockets. He’s dressed in black. And although he’ll always be my idea of gorgeous, right now he looks like hell. Gauze is stuffed up his nostrils, and a bandage covers his nose. His bottom lip is split, and he’s got stitches by his hairline and bruises on his cheeks. My dad really did a number on him.
“How did he even find out about the service?” Dad grumbles.
Because I told him. I knew you wouldn’t, so I did.
“David, let it go. He was Kellan’s best friend. He has every right to be here.” Mom hooks her arm through Dad’s and takes his hand, holding him back before we have a repeat performance of their fight in the ER.
But she doesn’t stop me.
I’m on my feet, making my way to the back of the church before the next note on the organ plays. Unfortunately, Benji moves just as quickly. He beelines toward the door, knowing he’s been spotted.
“Benji, wait!” I call.
Dad’s voice echoes behind me. “Milo, get back here. They’re about to start. Milo!”
Fuck that. Kellan would want Benji to feel welcome. He’d want him to know he doesn’t blame him for what happened. He’d want him to be all right.
And you know what? I want that, too.
I move faster, jogging down the aisle, taking off after him, but he has too much of a head start. The door to the church swings open. He almost knocks over one of Kellan’s former coaches, but he doesn’t excuse himself or stop.
“Benji!”
I know he can hear me. I know he saw me. If only he would hold still for a second and give me a chance to explain, to apologize for my dad …
I follow him through the front door and make it down the front steps of the church in time to watch his Range Rover pull out of the parking lot.
“Benji …”
No, he can’t go. He can’t leave me here. I have too much to say.
He needs to know it’s not his fault.
He needs to know I love him—that I’m in love with him.
But he’s gone.
Teddy 🧸 and Tissue Read -This was an emotional rollercoaster both for our characters and for me
Milo and Benji were carrying some heavy emotional baggage and neither had anywhere to unload it - Well anywhere that felt right
Benji had always been a bit on the wild side, but the loss of Kellan and Mr. Sterling's accusations pushed him to his breaking point
When he is suspended from university and returns home he is forced to face Milo, Kellan's little brother
He isn't a kid anymore and Benji is having trouble keeping him in the no-go box
Milo has always used dance as his outlet, especially since his family broke apart and Benji cut off all contact with him without reason or warning.
Suddenly Benji returns and Milo is more confused than ever.
This is packed with angst, laughter, personal growth, self-acceptance, discovery, and love
The slow build-up to the relationship was believable.
The interactions, the shared traumas, that they already knew so much about the other.
How Mr. Sterling could have the job he did and do what he did is beyond me - I know grief messes with one's emotions but wasn't he supposed to be the professional?
I think Benji got a bad rep and I am glad Milo saw him for who he was beyond his emotional armor
I do wish we got a bit more time with the secondary characters.
The pace of the story is slow and steady. There is a lot of backstory and character-building.
I felt like they were necessary as they created a deeper connection to the characters
About the Author
USA Today bestselling author A.L. Morrow enjoys dreaming up steamy scenes and spectacular settings—often along with a touch of magic or myth. She believes that love is love and likes reading and writing various genres of romance.
In her downtime (what’s that?), A finds delight in scouring for secondhand designer fashions. She briefly lived in a haunted mansion, once took a flight to visit Scotland for a day, and is prone to meeting minor celebrities in random hotel elevators. She resides in the eastern US.
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