Lucky Tyler Holloway has never felt particularly lucky. Frankly, he’s as regular as can be. He works construction with his brothers, loves his small-town life, and shares a close bond with his family, especially his grandmother. Okay, so maybe he has a few secrets in his closet, like his bisexuality"and that other thing he doesn"t talk about"
Grayson "Saint" St. Claire has it all: a dream job in LA, money, freedom. Saint doesn"t do attachments, which is just the way he likes it. Still, he"d be lying if he didn"t admit he missed his deceased parents, the only family he had… Until he gets an email from some guy named Tyler, revealing the existence of a grandmother he"s never met, prompting Saint to drop everything and drive across the country.
Saint and Tyler couldn’t be more different. Tyler dislikes Saint on sight, but there’s something about Tyler that gets under Saint’s skin. It"s not until they get to know one another that everything begins to change for the better. But the Holloways and St. Claires have secrets, their pasts tied together in tragic ways. With the odds stacked against them, Saint and Tyler have to face the fact that love alone might not be enough"Books by Author:Riley Hart Books
"Is this enough blackberries, Uncle Tyler"" Tyler"s niece Julia asked. He closed the short distance between them and looked into the bowl she held in her blackberry-stained fingers. She had about a quarter of what he"d picked himself, but he could see the eagerness to run and play making it impossible for her little legs to hold still.
"Yep. Looks good to me. Nana and Granny Alice will appreciate it. Go ahead and go." He nodded toward the large plot of land that had been in his family his whole life. His aunts and uncles all lived in Cottage Grove. His cousins too.
Tyler"s parents lived in a ranch-style home smack-dab in the middle of it. Tyler lived there too, being the only one of his siblings who wasn"t married. They were close; his whole family was, and always had been. They gave him his space and privacy, but at twenty-four years old, it was starting to feel a little strange that he still lived at home.
Not that he didn"t pay his way or help, because he did, but yeah, he was still living with his parents"
And he had to admit it wasn"t always as perfect as he made it sound. Tyler was the youngest"the baby of five siblings. His parents weren"t supposed to have been able to have any more kids, and then suddenly his mom was pregnant. It had been a difficult pregnancy and an even tougher birth, one Tyler and his mom almost hadn"t made it through. She always said it was why they were a little closer, the two of them. When you almost die together, it does something to you. And that was also how he got the name Lucky, not that he went by it. Tyler much preferred his middle name.
Cottage Grove was a small town, a close-knit community. Everyone knew everything about everyone, and they took care of their own. It was a rare thing as far as Tyler was concerned. Well, he guessed it was. He hadn"t lived anywhere else to judge it by.
He watched Julia"s skinny little legs push faster and faster as she ran back toward the house to find her cousins and play with her grandparents. Tyler picked a few more berries to ensure he had enough, then made the trek across the land he"d recently mowed and back to the house.
"You finished"" his mom asked as she stood in the kitchen, washing dishes, with an apron on over her dress. He wouldn"t pretend his family wasn"t slightly old-fashioned, but again, it was the way they"d always lived, the way everyone he knew lived.
"Yeah. I"m going to take them over to Nana and Alice"s before one of them pops a vessel or something."
His mom laughed. Nana was his dad"s mom, and Alice was her best friend. Alice and Nana had lived together from what felt like the beginning of time. Tyler had never known anything different. From stories he"d been told, when his grandfather died, Nana took it hard. He"d been her world. It was only a few months later that Alice"s husband passed too. They hadn"t moved in together right away, but Tyler didn"t remember a time when they didn"t live together.
They were the craziest women he"d ever met. Alice had the mouth of a sailor, and honestly, she was always getting his grandmother into some kind of wild situation. They"d rented a convertible and taken a road trip before they both lost their licenses, making his parents nearly lose their minds.
He was glad Nana had Alice, that she wasn"t alone. There wasn"t a fiercer, more loyal friend out there than Alice, and they were all damn lucky to have her in their lives.
"Do you have time for cookies"" his mom asked. It was their thing.
"Nah, Alice wants to bake a pie, and you know how she gets when she wants something." Tyler put a lid on the bowl, kissed his mom"s cheek, and grabbed his keys off the hook by the back door. "See you later," he said, letting the screen door slam behind him.
"Lucky Tyler Holloway! You know better than to let the door slam like that!" his mom called after him, but he could hear the playfulness in her voice. She knew his first name drove him crazy.
He chuckled. "Yes, ma"am." He opened the door to his classic Chevy, set the bowl on the seat, and climbed in. He knew exactly which way to turn the wheel to avoid every pothole on the half-mile long rocky driveway.
It was a quick drive to Nana and Alice"s. They lived even farther outside of town than his family home was, which he had to admit was a little worrisome. Nana and Alice were getting up there in age, and the family constantly worried about something happening to one of them.