Review: Chasing Fate

Chasing Fate by Mia Monroe
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Okay, Diego is hot. Not gonna lie.

Baby bi.

Beardless.

Bestie.

All reasons to stop hoping he takes the rest of his clothes off in front of me.

I could have sworn that I mentioned just how much I loved Dirty Forty and one particular side character in that book that totally stole my heart during his failed date with Zach. And I mean, if you didn't originally think his HEA was with his energy-cleansing-tarot-card-reading-friend Isaac (aka Cashmere), then I would be seriously shocked but Sydney's story was just what I wanted for him. It was goofy, endearing, and showed just how two childhood best friends could reconnect and find so much more than just friendship at the core of their relationship.



I love friend love stories. Even when BFFs have spent a few years apart due to distance and space, when they reconnect and find themselves in the same place and realize that that crush they felt growing up is still there... Beautiful! It's just beautiful! Friends make the best partners and that is what Chasing Fate is at its core, a story about friendship blossoming into something more. And my sweet Sydney (you knew how much I loved Sydney, didn't you?) deserved to find the love he was hoping so desperately for.



Chasing Fate by the wonderful Mia Monroe means that the world of Dirty Forty became the Friendship and Desire series and it is the second book. I have no complaints whatsoever - I needed to know what Sydney's HEA looked like, and let me tell you, I am in LOVE with his man Diego. They were friends during their childhood and lost touch for a while but Diego reaches out when an accident causes him to re-evaluate his life and the road he's travelling. He remembers his friend, remembers that Sydney was the first man he truly had a crush on and when they reconnect he sees that those feelings never really went away. They're still there, and he's even more enamoured with the man that Sydney has grown up to be. The only problem is Sydney and his unflappable belief that his forever love is with a bearded prince.

“I’m not a bear, right?”

“No. You’re not a twink either. You’re kind of a pretty boy.”

“Pretty boy, huh? Is that bad?”

“Everyone has a type. You’ll be somebody’s.”

But not his. Got it.

It kills me poor Diego, because Sydney throws him so many mixed signals. He tries so hard to guard his heart because his past romantic traumas, but Sydney's heart can't hide from Diego and the wooing (seriously like that word for what he did) that he's showered with. Poor Diego felt this pang a few times, and I wanted to slap Sydney but he eventually comes around.

Through all of that the love, support, mutual respect and kindness that they both have for each other are the highlight of the story. This really is a story of love being friendship set on fire and I LOVE IT!



I could wax poetic about Diego and Sydney for hours, but instead because I want you to actually READ the story, I'm going to leave you with some of my...



Favourite Lines -

It’s always the same. I want to find love. Toe-curling, soul-stealing love. Ideally, with a hunky bearded prince who has a good job, his absolute shit together, and is one hundred percent ready to settle down.

At sixteen, I would sometimes even get hard when we wrestled or when his leg brushed against mine at sleepovers. I kind of wanted to tell him, but I was scared that would weird him out. He never looked at me like that.

He would show me his favorite celebrities, and his eyes would light up. I felt jealous, like I wanted his eyes to light up for me.

“Any chance of a love connection?”

I laugh. I never thought my parents would be so encouraging when I told them about my expanded sexuality. “We’re just friends, Mom.”

“Friends make great relationships. Your dad and I were friends first.”

“I’ll tell you a secret,” he whispers loudly.

“Okay.”

“I figured out my type.”

“Oh, right. What is it?”

“You.” He laughs. “Night, Sydney.”

It takes me a hundred years to react. By the time I do, Diego is snoring softly. Okay, he’s drunk. He’ll forget all of this in the morning. I close my eyes. I’ll forget it too.

Up to this point, I felt like I was still trying it on a bit, this bisexual title, but now I’m wondering if I was so hung up on which label to assign myself that I wasn’t focusing on the big picture. I date guys. I like guys. I want to fuck guys. A smile pulls at my lips. Yeah. That feels right.

Part of me wishes I was brave enough to walk away from a steady, good-paying job, but then what? Become one of a million influencers on the internet? Build a lifestyle brand from scratch? Does anyone want to follow tips from a super short, very gay, not highly motivated guy whose only achievement to date is successfully not finding the love of his life?

I have no idea what we’re doing tonight, but it doesn’t really matter as long as I’m with Sydney.

Oof. That thought hits me right in the gut. I’m already just as attached to him as I always was.

"If I needed something major, Zach and Dom would be there, I know that, but I wouldn’t call them to tell them I’m lonely and afraid I’ll spend the rest of my life that way. I wouldn’t call Isaac either.”

“But?”

“I would call you. I know you’d listen.”

“I’d come over with wine.”

“I would do that for you too.”

“I know, Syd.”

And just like when we were kids, I know I would rearrange the planets for him just to see him happy.

“You make it sound easy.”

“I never got the memo that said life was going to be easy.”

“How did your cards tell you what the guy looks like?”

“Well, they didn’t exactly, but I know how to ask the right questions to narrow it down. I’m positive he has a beard.”

“Because you have a beard fetish, or…”

Sydney twists his lips. “I mean, doesn’t that make sense? That the thing you’re most attracted to is a quality your mate would have?”

“He’s not my type.”

“Oh? How has your type been working out for you?”

“Ouch.”

But last night, that kiss. That was a life-changing kiss, like it actually rearranged my DNA. I felt it in every part of me. It just felt so…right. I remember his words. Then Isaac telling me he’ll be an important part of my life. Is it possible that Isaac is right, and all this time, I’ve been misinterpreting the cards?

If I was a gambling man, I’d bet maybe he was going to tell me he loves me and, holy patron saint of baby bis, I think I want him to. I’m so fucked.

"Are you sure?”

“Are the summers hot in Phoenix?”

I nod as a tear falls. “Yep.”

“I’m as sure as that."

Folks, I want you to run - RUN



- don't walk you have to run and one-click this baby today. You're going to love everything about Sydney and Diego - I promise you, you won't to regret it.



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Review: Dirty Forty

Dirty Forty by Mia Monroe
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

It wasn’t enough that he made me his fake fiancé, and still not enough that he kissed me and asked me to help him set up a profile so he could date men who are not me. Now this marriage thing continues, but Dominic is so fucking clueless, he can’t see the most obvious thing of all.

I would marry him for real in a fucking heartbeat.

I think I went on a roller coaster ride of emotions with Dominic and Zach in Mia Monroe's latest book, Dirty Forty. This one isn't in a series - YET - though there were some spectacular side characters (SYDNEY!!!!!) that I would love to know what happened to them after things were said and done...



But I digress, so far this baby is a standalone and it's one that's joined a very special list for me - and I completely love it!



That Dom and Zach have been best friends, like truly inseparable BFF best friends since childhood it's like my ultimate jam. I'm loving stories like this, and actively seek them out. If you have one like this you think I should read, please let me know! I'm a sucker for them, but when it comes to LGBTQ+ romance, it's one of my favourite things to read when a friend falls for their best friend - be they out and proud or not even sure what the heck is going on because this is all new for them. And they really are each other's best friends, but Zach has harboured a crush on his bestie for years and when fear on one birthday celebration prompts them to promise to marry each other if they haven't found their respective true loves by forty, Zach promises to make Dom happy. That's his best friend, he would do anything to make him feel better, smile, be happy even if entertaining the thought of a false chance at having a relationship he wished he could have with his straight best friend causes him some pain. Like he's the last resort, when he wishes he was the first choice but he promises because that's his best friend and that's what best friends do for each other and he thinks it's forgotten...



Until it's not.



Until both of them are celebrating that magical last birthday in their thirties and Dom brings it up.



And now he's trying to guard his heart while his BFF discovers that there's something more to himself and where his sexuality lies on the spectrum against the potential that this whole thing that's feeling very real isn't as real as he hopes.



I read romance to escape, just like everyone else. I read it to have an outlet for the romantic notions that run through my brain because I don't have that myself. (Note, this is not open season I'm just saying it's part of my motivations for reading romance in general so don't come for me - thanks!) But rare is the time when I see someone like me reflected on the page. Sure, they're like me in mannerisms or habits but this was the first time that I was looking at someone my age. This story opens with two men just turning thirty-nine and frankly, I'm staring that down this year myself. Usually the stories I'm reading are about first loves or second chances for much, much younger people. Like the ones just crossing the mid-to-late twenties threshold. Nobody out there looks like me. Like they've been dating and they can't find what it is they're looking for. Thank you for giving me characters who are truly like me in more ways than one! And now I'll get off my soap box and tell you a little bit of why I loved this story so much.



Dirty Forty has a bunch of tropes that I love with a passion and mashes them together (fake fiancé, best friends to lovers, bi awakening, etc.), but one of them comes about because of something special that I knew I needed more of and was dying to see authors bring to the page. It has demi representation! You heard me, why it's so hard to find good representation for demisexual and/or demiromantic characters in fiction I will never know. Oh yeah, I have a list of books where my headcanon is the character is demi but this is confirmed here with Dom. It's why Dirty Forty is joining a very small list of feel good books I reread when I need a pick me up and to see someone like me get their happily ever after.

And now let me share with you, some of my...


Favourite Lines -

Alcohol and introspection? Thy name is Dominic.

“And if you don’t, I’ll marry you.” A giddiness at the mere thought of marrying him spreads through me, even as I feel a little sick for saying it aloud.

Dominic turns his head sharply, his hazel eyes focused on me. “What?”

Abort. Abort. “Nothing.” My voice sounds strained, even to me. “I was just being stupid.”

My conservative, Catholic parents didn’t know how to deal with it, but they came around, deciding Zach was still Zach, which is where I landed as well with the news. Who really cares who anyone sleeps with and loves? I sure the fuck don’t. Besides, Zach is my ride or die. I have his back no matter what, and I know he has mine.

“My mom bumped into your mom.”

Dominic’s eyes go wide. “Shit.”

“Yep. Got the middle name and everything.”

I’ve always wanted to get married, well, when it became legal. Before that it was dreams of an elaborate commitment ceremony, but the bones were the same. I wanted a destination wedding on a beach somewhere. Other times in my life, I wanted a chic city wedding in an upscale hotel. Now, I would just like to sleep next to someone I trust. It’s the little things.

“Hey, we’re in this together now. Just like everything we do, I’ll see it through.”

“I know. Ride or die.”

“Always."

“If it’s instant, I think we’d know, wouldn’t we?”

“Well, maybe after a blowjob you’ll instantly fall in love with me.” He dips his shoulder, a saucy grin on his lips.

I nearly choke on my wine. Bold little fellow.

“It was a revelation though.”

Zach sips his coffee. “In what way?”

“I kissed a boy and I liked it?”

“Now, let’s add some facts that show what a catch you are: business and homeowner, savings account, excellent cook, well-read, can bench press a tree trunk.”

“Is that good?”

“Dude. Chicks love this stuff. Probably. I’ve heard.”

“Can we set one up on the site you’re on too?”

“No.” He scowls, pulling his head back. “You’re not ready. Those boys would be all over you like glitter bombs.”

“You have a cluster of freckles next to your left eye. They look like a little constellation of stars. It’s really cute.”

My heart stutters in my chest. Maybe it actually stopped, and I’m having an out-of-body experience right now.

I would rather never touch Dominic again than lose him as a friend.

Something inside of me bursts open, like a suitcase packed too full and tossed carelessly onto the baggage claim, contents spilling out everywhere. It’s all I can do to fight back the words threatening to pour out of me.

I love you. I want to wake up next to you every day. I want all these hopes and dreams that I never thought were possible, and fuck yes, I want to take a shower with you.

“I’ll tell you something that’s been really helpful to me lately.”

“Sure.”

“It’s okay to be afraid and do it anyway.”

“Remember how much I loved Ginuwine?” I ask.

“How could I forget.” He chuckles. “I wanted to break your cassette player if you played “Pony” one more time.”

“I’m sorry I made you wait so long.”

“Don’t be. It was absolutely worth it for this. I’m glad you talked all that shit eighteen years ago and I agreed.”

Run - don't walk, RUN! You need to one-click this baby today!



And then maybe with the force of our review powers combined we can talk Mia into writing a story for Sydney. Hit her up for it everywhere. It's totally fair for making us love him!!!

I guarantee you won't regret it!




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