PROMO BLITZ – Maybe by Fearne Hill

PROMO BLITZ – Maybe by Fearne Hill

Length: 82,000 words
Series: Mis-shapes #1
Prior Reading: n/a
Genre: contemporary
Tropes: adopted brothers, hurt-comfort, single dad, mental health, rich-poor
Trigger/Content Warnings: Grief for a parent, past mental health issues, an emotionally abusive parent (in the past), a short description of a cot death
Designer: Black Jazz Designs

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Learn to fly. Fly away.

Isaac: After one quarrel too many with our wealthy father, my eighteen-year-old brother, Ezra Fitz-Henry, does exactly that. He flies away, leaving me behind to play the part of the perfect and dutiful son. When our cold, heartless father dies a decade later, Ezra strolls back into my life—as difficult and secretive as he is beautiful. I’m not prepared. You’re not supposed to want the one you can’t have.

Ezra: I only go back for the money. I have a three-point plan: take what’s mine, use it to escape my lousy flat, and never have anything to do with the Fitz-Henrys ever again. But that’s before I see Isaac, with his solemn frowns and disapproving lips—the best of things and the worst of things. My friend. My enemy. My sinful fantasy.

My younger brother.

Maybe is a standalone M/M romance featuring a relationship between adopted brothers.

about the author:

“Fearne Hill resides far from the madding crowds in the county of Dorset, deep in the British countryside. She likes it that way.
She is a two times Lambda Literary finalist: Two Tribes in 2023 and Oyster in 2025.”

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