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Friends Like Them
By Aimee Nicole Walker

Redemption Ridge, Book 4

Owen Doyle’s rough beginnings taught him not to form attachments, yet he’s drawn to Tyler Booth like a magnet. Their relationship has blossomed from strangers to best friends, with each twist in the journey weaving their connection tighter. But Owen has a six-year secret that’s become unbearably painful to keep. As the seams of his resistance fray, Owen will lean into a new mentoring opportunity to keep from ruining the best thing in his life.

Tyler will never regret going to jail and getting sober because meeting Owen saved his life and taught him how to trust again. Their inseparable bond has earned much teasing over the years, but Tyler doesn’t recognize himself without Owen. When he senses a yawning chasm between them, he’ll turn to mutual friends for help. Their well-meaning advice opens Tyler’s eyes to unexplored possibilities and will snap missing puzzle pieces into place.

Some hopes are too big to stifle, and some truths are too big to ignore. A photo booth, smoking-hot kisses, and honest revelations will take Owen and Tyler’s intimacy to a whole new level. But before they can achieve their happily ever after, they must unload the baggage from their pasts. Will the road to discovery guide them to the necessary healing, or are the guys destined for the highway to heartache?

Friends Like Them is book four in the Redemption Ridge series. Though each story features a different couple, reading the series in order is essential. Friends Like Them contains mature themes and is intended for adults.

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Owen turned and straddled Tyler’s lap the best he could in the cramped space. He knocked his elbow against the thin booth wall with a hard thunk. Outside their cocoon, the music got considerably louder. Either someone’s favorite jam came on, or they were trying to cover the noises escaping the booth. Owen didn’t give a shit; he was just grateful because it meant no one heard his slutty groan when his erection rubbed against Tyler’s.

“Ohhh.” Tyler looked and sounded like a blushing virgin. A delicious flush spread across his cheekbones as he continued to stare at Owen with wide, dark eyes.

Owen worried he’d pushed too far, too fast, until Tyler claimed his mouth in another toe-curling kiss. This time, Ty slid one curious hand under the front of Owen’s shirt and the other beneath the back. His fingers danced across Owen’s skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. He longed to stretch out naked so Tyler could explore his body however and wherever he wanted to. He’d dreamed of this moment for so long, and now that it was here, he—

Bam!

Something or someone slammed into the side of the photo booth, and Tyler and Owen jerked apart and lurched to their feet. The little structure rattled and shook but didn’t tip over. Owen’s heart tried to beat its way out of his chest, and Tyler looked equally rattled.

“Sorry,” a sheepish voice said from the other side. Damn Rueben. The dude was probably just jealous because Burke wasn’t there, and he didn’t get to suck face in the tiny space like the other couples did. Other couples.

Owen slammed on the mental brakes because he was getting ahead of himself. A few kisses, mutual hard-ons, and Tyler’s mostly innocent touches didn’t make them boyfriends. Tyler’s cheeks turned a darker shade of pink, and Owen worried he might spontaneously combust at any moment.

“You okay?” Owen asked. What he really wanted to know was if they were all right.

Tyler averted his gaze but gave Owen a jerky nod. His attention seemed focused on Owen’s dick, which made it much harder to get his body under control. He had no intention of stepping out of the booth with an obvious erection straining against his jeans, and Tyler was in no better shape. Owen could think of several ways to ease his best friend’s hard-on, but they sure as hell weren’t ready for that step. Well, at least one of them wasn’t. Owen had been primed and ready for this moment for over six years.

The photo machine beeped and spit out the last strip of pictures into the tray. Neither of them moved to retrieve the photographic proof of what they’d shared, though Tyler’s taste, his touch, and his moans were seared into Owen’s brain.

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