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Book Title: Ambiguous
Author and Publisher: Leslie McAdam
Cover Artist: Black Jazz Designs
Release Date: April 13, 2022
Genre: Contemporary m/m romance
Tropes: Rock star, forbidden love, opposites attract, lawyer/politics, fake relationship (with a twist)
Themes: Coming out, being true to yourself
Heat Rating: 5 flames
Length: 75 000 words
It is a standalone story and does not end on a cliffhanger.
Buy Links โ Available in Kindle Unlimited

Blurb
Love is for other people, not for me.
At least thatโs what I believed, until I met him.
Julian Hill.
The most famous rock star on the planet. A music god with untidy hair and the voice of an angel.
Iโll never be anything but out, and he has very good reasons to stay in the closet.
After all, every move he makes is dissected, critiqued, and posted on social media, so he just wants a little privacy.
I understand that. Truly.
But no one makes me feel the way he does, and Iโm pretty sure he has feelings for me as well.
Which is inconvenient since his record label hired me to sue him.
I shouldโve sorted things out before I kissed him.
Oops.
Ambiguous is a forbidden mm rock star romance about a fashion-forward singer who hates labels of all kinds (except for clothing), a dapper attorney who already has a (fake) boyfriend for a very good reason, and the possibility of love saving the day.

Excerpt
Julian takes my breath away. While Iโve met plenty of celebrities, with him I feel this hit to my solar plexus. I freeze, because heโs so hot itโs too much to process.
Dark, perfectly mussed hair. Dark brown eyes. Tan skin.
His black pants are painted on, highlighting his lanky form. Heโs wearing heeled black boots with chains on them and a loose, lacy, unbuttoned blouse and piles of long pearl necklaces. Rings on every finger click as he fidgets. His Adamโs apple moves as he drinks from a bottle of water.
He started with a boy band a decade ago. And, while I listen to plenty of pop music, Iโve intentionally ignored him just to piss Emily off. Iโm mature like that sometimes. Iโm not sure why I even started thatโshe and I love a lot of the same music and go to concerts together whenever we can, but at some point I decided he was just too cheesy, and then it became a thing. Julian is now on his own, the only one from his original group to have a successful solo career.
Of course Iโve heard his music. Iโm generally aware of him, because I live in a condo in America and not under a rock cut off from communication with the outside world.
Iโve just never put his songs on voluntarily. Now I wish I knew more about him.
The tableโs been set up for the meeting with bottles of fancy water and carafes of coffee. Readying himself for introductions, Julian sets down his water and stands up.
I walk over to shake his hand, and itโs like it happens in slow motion. One second Iโm standing, and the next my toe hooks on a chair leg and I go flying. My flailing wrist manages to knock his open bottle of water from the table, and I take him down to the floor in one fell swoop, splashing water all over him as I go.
He lands on the industrial carpet with an โOomph,โ and I end up sprawled on top of him.
Heat singes my cheeks. Oh shit, oh shit. I wonโt blame him if he pulls a diva fit after I ruined his clothes. Theyโre next seasonโs Gucci.
I start mentally updating my rรฉsumรฉ.
โOh my god,โ I whisper, fumbling up to the table to grab a stack of paper napkins from the coffee service while struggling to get off of him as fast as I can.
Julian frowns, and then he jackknifes up to a sitting position, forcing a laugh. His now-wet shirt leaves little to the imagination, revealing the shapes of tattoos scattered all over his chiseled torso. I kneel at his feet and start wiping his pants, only to realize that, yeah, Iโm trying to dry off the crotch of a Grammy-nominated recording artist.
โOh my god,โ I repeat. โIโm so sorry.โ
I canโt stop dabbing at his crotch.
With a white napkin.
Thatโs leaving shreds of wet lint.
On his dark designer pants.
Iโm making it so much worseโand my reaction to him is getting worse, too. Partly because thereโs a bulge underneath that zipper, and itโs not small. Like, not at all small. Partly because he smells amazingโlike maybe rum and vanillaโwhich makes my body hum and my cock wake up.
Even though I donโt live my life as a train wreck, apparently it can get derailed in one second flat.
About the Author

Leslie McAdam is a California girl who loves romance and well-defined abs. She lives in a drafty old farmhouse on a small orange tree farm in Southern California with her husband and two children. Leslieโs first published book, The Sun and the Moon, won a 2015 Watty, which is the worldโs largest online writing competition. Sheโs gone on to receive additional literary awards and has been featured in multiple publications, including Cosmopolitan.com. Her books have been Top 100 Bestsellers on both Amazon and Apple Books. Leslie is employed by day but spends her nights writing about the men of your fantasies.


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