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What if... I Want Commitment?
What If... We Could Start Again...?
What If... I Told You A Secret?
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What If...? Series

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Something was buzzing next to my head. I frowned and tried to block the noise out. I opened my eyes and realised what the noise was. Groaning I reached for my phone.
“Mr Mancini?”
“Um, yeah.” I replied trying to stretch out my cramped muscles and get my head in gear.
“Can you come to the hospital, we have just brought a young man in, who keeps asking for Ben Mancini. We found your name in his phone – do you have a brother or ah, a close friend, sir?”
“Colin?” I asked incredulously. Colin was my best friend and the only person I knew who would ask for me.
“We don’t know the man’s first name, yet sir – he’s delirious with pain and is really quite confused – but not about you. He gave us your number.”
Sitting up I rubbed my eyes and glanced at the clock. It was well past ten. I’d had two beers so I couldn’t risk driving there. “I’ll have to get an uber. I’ll be there as soon as I can. Which hospital is he at?”

I found myself gazing down at a very familiar face. My heart started beating wildly in my chest. I'd been working for him and his lover, installing bathrooms and a kitchen for them both. This guy, currently lying unconscious in the bed was Mr Ethan Farrell. He was the younger of the two and was a totally spoiled brattish guy who had point blank refused to pay me for the work I'd completed because he'd changed his mind on the colour of the tiles. I was currently in dispute over money with him. His face was bruised and he had little cuts all over it; tubes up his nose and down his throat. He’d been in an accident obviously – but he hadn’t asked for his lover, John Jamieson. No. He’d asked for me... and that was surprising, certainly - and very, very intriguing...

LanguageEnglish
Release dateMay 22, 2019
What if... I Want Commitment?
What If... We Could Start Again...?
What If... I Told You A Secret?

Titles in the series (6)

  • What If... I Told You A Secret?

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    What If... I Told You A Secret?
    What If... I Told You A Secret?

    Let me tell you a little bit about Benjamin Kershaw. He was gorgeous. He was effortlessly stylish, handsome beyond all reason and ever so slightly mysterious - that would be because he was a year older than I was and went to a different school to me... He happened to live right next door and let me tell you, it was the only silver lining in a very dark and cloudy sky when we first moved into Sunnyside Street after my mum died - and I swear Dad only chose this street for its upbeat name... Cade is struggling to cope with life after losing his mother and finds that talking to Benjamin helps a lot. What he doesn't realise is that he is also Benjamin's lifeline and that Benjamin has far more skeletons in his closet than he can possibly cope with. The secrets that Benjamin is being forced to keep are becoming far too much for him to bear alone. Can Cade help him to realise that his life is worth living? Well, perhaps he can but only if only he can get away from his abusive father before it's too late...

  • What if... I Want Commitment?

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    What if... I Want Commitment?
    What if... I Want Commitment?

    Raife and Micah are housemates. Micah likes to 'entertain' while Raife is busy studying for his master's degree and doesn't really have time for dating seriously. Micah has a different guy staying the night two or three times a week, while Raife can't remember the last time he had a boyfriend. Raife believes in love and knows that he wants to find 'the one' while Micah believed in love once but had his hopes dashed and now firmly believes in having fun and moving on... Raife never expected to fall for Micah and Micah certainly never thought someone like Raife would want a guy like him. But they were wrong.... This is the second book in the What If? Series. It is a standalone novel with no cliff hanger and a happy ever after finish

  • What If... We Could Start Again...?

    What If... We Could Start Again...?
    What If... We Could Start Again...?

    Asher is seventeen. He's young, full of fun and openly gay. Schuyler is twenty four, he identifies as a straight man, is in a relationship with a woman and thinks he knows exactly how he wants to live his life. Schuyler has never had feelings for another guy in all of his twenty-four years, so when Asher comes bursting into his life, bringing with it rainbows and unicorns, Schuyler doesn't really know what's hit him. All he knows is that suddenly, life has meaning, sunshine and everything is finally absolutely right. The problem is, what is he supposed to do about his other life? The boring one. The one his parents expect him to live. The life with a girlfriend that he doesn't love and never will? Will he give up that life for a life of passionate joy with Asher, or will his responsibilities catch up with him? Taking him away from Asher and breaking both of their hearts in the process?

  • What If... This Was Real?

    What If... This Was Real?
    What If... This Was Real?

    When I thought about us being ‘just mates’, it occurred to me how we must have looked like boyfriends to the outside world for a while anyway... I wondered why that didn’t bother me more. We used to share milkshakes with two straws, looking into each other’s faces and laughing like little kids when he blew down the straw and the bubbles splashed up into my face. I’d also always put my arms around him from behind and rested my chin on his shoulder when we went on holiday together and were alone at the end of the pier, looking out over the sea... For chrissakes, we’d been in a relationship half our life. Why hadn’t I ever noticed? And now he had this outlandish idea about us pretending to be boyfriends to get an ex off his back. Again. I wondered why that didn't bother me more? Was it because I'd been waiting for an opportunity like this to come along for half of my life? So, I agreed. I threw myself into the role wholeheartedly and in doing so, forgot that it wasn't actually true. But was if it was real? What then? This is a standalone M/M romance. There is no cliffhanger and a HEA ending.

  • What If... I Belonged To You?

    What If... I Belonged To You?
    What If... I Belonged To You?

    “Oh, lucky old you – looks like you’re in class with our old friend Travis Winters.” Davie-Lee chuckled. I looked at him, “I’m sorry don’t have the faintest idea who Travis Winters is – who are you talking about and why is that funny?” Davie-Lee nodded across the gardens to where I could just make out a guy leaning up against the wall of the student union bar, his glasses swinging from his hand carelessly and his face turned up to the late September sun. His hair was all over the place, but it looked clean. He was wearing a pair of faded denim skinny jeans, a black tee shirt with some sort of logo on it that I couldn’t read from where I was standing. He had his eyes closed but all in all, he looked kind of cool. I really didn’t get what Davie-Lee was getting at. “Don’t you remember Travis from juniors?” he asked incredulously. I frowned and shook my head but then it dawned on me that I hadn’t been to the same junior school as Davie-Lee – and this Travis kid. “I went to a different juniors to you – I’ve only known you since we started at Gregory Street Academy – so, go on then – what’s his story?” I asked – not that I was in the slightest bit interested – as unquestionably cute as he was, I couldn’t possibly love anyone again after Sam – life was a lonely path for me now... I’d come to terms with that, finally. Davie-Lee shrugged, “Um, not sure – I remember him leaving in our final term. His Mum dropped him off one morning and then he went to live with his great uncle or someone. She died on the way back home somehow. He was about ten or eleven I think.” My heart went out to him. “Oh, God,” I looked back across at him, “– that’s terrible.” Davie-Lee nodded, “Yeah, it was awful for him – not least because he was already really weird – he only had one friend and she was a total fruitcake too; he was freakily good at maths – and that’s about as much as I remember about him – oh, and be warned. Never mention Friday the 13th to him – he was absolutely nuts about that...” I frowned. Jeez, the guy sounded even crazier than I was... I couldn’t help looking over at him again. He had longer than average, brown hair that was currently hanging loosely and brushing against his collar. He’d put his glasses back on and somehow that gave him a slightly superior look as he ferreted through his bag looking for something with a look of mild panic on his face. He was, without question, really kind of cute...

  • What If... I Remember?

    What If... I Remember?
    What If... I Remember?

    Something was buzzing next to my head. I frowned and tried to block the noise out. I opened my eyes and realised what the noise was. Groaning I reached for my phone. “Mr Mancini?” “Um, yeah.” I replied trying to stretch out my cramped muscles and get my head in gear. “Can you come to the hospital, we have just brought a young man in, who keeps asking for Ben Mancini. We found your name in his phone – do you have a brother or ah, a close friend, sir?” “Colin?” I asked incredulously. Colin was my best friend and the only person I knew who would ask for me. “We don’t know the man’s first name, yet sir – he’s delirious with pain and is really quite confused – but not about you. He gave us your number.” Sitting up I rubbed my eyes and glanced at the clock. It was well past ten. I’d had two beers so I couldn’t risk driving there. “I’ll have to get an uber. I’ll be there as soon as I can. Which hospital is he at?” I found myself gazing down at a very familiar face. My heart started beating wildly in my chest. I'd been working for him and his lover, installing bathrooms and a kitchen for them both. This guy, currently lying unconscious in the bed was Mr Ethan Farrell. He was the younger of the two and was a totally spoiled brattish guy who had point blank refused to pay me for the work I'd completed because he'd changed his mind on the colour of the tiles. I was currently in dispute over money with him. His face was bruised and he had little cuts all over it; tubes up his nose and down his throat. He’d been in an accident obviously – but he hadn’t asked for his lover, John Jamieson. No. He’d asked for me... and that was surprising, certainly - and very, very intriguing...

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Heather Mar-Gerrison

I love to write M/M romance and as a sucker for a HEA, you're guaranteed one in my books. #happyheatherafters

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