Just Like This

 Welcome to my blog tour for Just Like This

Rian Falwell has a problem.And his name is Damon Louis.

My thoughts

Rating: 4

Series: Albin Academy #2

Genre: LGTBQ+ romance 

Would I recommend it ? Yes

Would I read more of this series ? Yes 

Would I read more by this author? Yes

First off I want to say thanks to Carina Press (Carina Adores)-HARLEQUIN - Carina Press for the invite to read and review it as well as the invite to join their blog tour and also to say thanks to Netgalley for letting me read it as well. Now on to my thoughts about the story : A sexy, sweet and just all around lovely MM romance that brings to live the characters as well as the setting, and I loved how this was an  enemies to lovers trope between  the art teacher Rian Falwell and football coach Damon Louis, and what made it work was how the characters was written in a way that the author shows she's not afraid to show that both have insecurities about relationships and love in general, as well as family issues and to make it work they have to break down each other’s walls and  no matter how hard it is their strong enough to fight for each other

Title: Just Like This

Author: Cole McCade

Series: Albin Academy, #2

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Imprint: Carina Press (Carina Adores)

On Sale: November 24, 2020

Format: Trade Paperback

Price: $14.99 U.S.

ISBN: 9781335200907

And his name is Damon Louis.

Rian's life as the art teacher to a gaggle of displaced boys at Albin Academy should be smooth

sailing—until the stubborn, grouchy football coach comes into his world like a lightning strike

and ignites a heated conflict that would leave them sworn enemies if not for a common goal.

A student in peril. A troubling secret. And two men who are polar opposites but must work

together to protect their charges.

They shouldn't want  each other. They should't even like each other.

Yet as they fight to save a young man from the edge, they discover more than they thought

possible about each other—and about themselves.

In the space between hatred, they find love.

And the lives they have always wanted…

Just like this.

Carina Press Blog Tour Program: Just Like This by Cole McCade

Title and Author Details

 Just Like That by Cole McCade (available now!)

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 Teddy Spenser Isn’t Looking for Love by Kim Fielding (coming December 29, 2020)

 The Beautiful Things Shoppe by Philip William Stover (coming January 26, 2021)

 Our Level Best by Roan Parrish (coming February 23, 2021)

 Learn to Knit in Nine Months or Less by Hettie Bell (coming March 30, 2021)

Buy Just Like This by Cole McCade

IndieBound: https://www.indiebound.org/book/9781335200907

Harlequin.com: https://www.harlequin.com/shop/books/9781335200907_just-like-this.html

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Just-Like-This-Albin-Academy/dp/1335200908

Barnes & Noble: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/just-like-this-cole-mccade/1136892693

Apple Books: https://books.apple.com/ca/book/just-like-this/id1506928629

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Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/just-like-this-3

About Cole McCade

Cole McCade is a New Orleans-born Southern boy without the Southern accent, currently

residing somewhere in Seattle. He spends his days as a suit-and-tie corporate consultant and

business writer, and his nights writing contemporary romance and erotica that flirts with the

edge of taboo—when he’s not being tackled by two hyperactive cats.

He also writes genre-bending science fiction and fantasy tinged with a touch of horror and

flavored by the influences of his multiethnic, multicultural, multilingual background as Xen. He

wavers between calling himself bisexual, calling himself queer, and trying to figure out where

“demi” fits into the whole mess—but no matter what word he uses he’s a staunch advocate of

LGBTQIA and POC representation and visibility in genre fiction. And while he spends more time

than is healthy hiding in his writing cave instead of hanging around social media, you can

generally find him in these usual haunts:

 Website & Blog: http://blackmagicblues.com/

 Twitter: https://twitter.com/thisblackmagic

 Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/xen.cole

 Tumblr: https://thisblackmagic.tumblr.com/

 Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/thisblackmagic/

 BookBub: https://www.bookbub.com/authors/cole-mccade

 Facebook Fan Page: https://www.facebook.com/ColeMcCadeBooks

Excerpt

Rian Falwell had a problem.

And that problem was currently staring at him through a messy tangle of black hair, from

beneath a brow dotted with gleaming beads of sweat that—beneath the glassy afternoon

light streaming through the windows—turned to glistening motes of amber against dusky

brown skin.

Honestly, if Damon Louis was going to come barging into Rian’s studio like this…

He could at least have the decency to wear a shirt.

The P.E. teacher took up far too much space inside the tiny cubicle of a studio, his

shoulders so broad they had almost touched both sides of the door frame as he’d stalked

inside. He looked as if he’d just stepped out of the gym, with his wide, sculpted, scar-rippled

chest glazed in a sheen of sweat and a pair of loose black track pants hanging off his

hips, the elastic waistband barely clinging to the narrow line cut below his iliac crest. His

shoulder-length tumbles of dark hair clumped together, completely drenched, droplets

dangling from the tips.

But as overheated as Damon looked?

His dark brown eyes were completely cold—glossed to reflective ice as he folded thick,

brawny arms over his chest and took a slow look around the cluttered space of Rian’s

studio.

Rian could track the line of his gaze—starting with the gloppy pile of clay on his pottery

wheel; a pile that would eventually become a vase, but right now was just misshapen lumps

of gray.

Then to the thin sheets of handmade papyrus parchment drying on a clothesline strung

across the room, pulped and pressed from the fallen early autumn leaves of the trees

around Albin Academy, an experiment Rian had been quite pleased with when it resulted in

fine paper with a green-gold translucent fragility, flecked with bits of brown from the leaves’

veins and stems.

Next, the many half-finished canvases propped about on their easels, slashed with angry,

bold strokes of paint in abstract designs.

The anatomical diagrams pinned to the walls.

And the extra large sketchbook left open on his worktable, displaying loose, light

sketches of male bodies in motion, focused on capturing the flow of sinew in the turn of the

waist, the tightening of an arm as it drew back, the extension of the body and curve of the

spine during a long, lazy reach.

Damon’s eyes lingered longest on that one, his dark, expressive brows rising fractionally,

almost mockingly—and Rian’s face burned.

All of these were his personal projects, all unfinished, but still things he put everything he

had into.

So why was this stone-faced, unsmiling jerk standing here looking over them like he was

about to assign Rian a failing score?

What was he even doing here at all?

Those dark brown eyes snapped back to him as if Damon had somehow heard the

question snarling in the back of Rian’s mind.

“So,” Damon drawled, and Rian realized this was the first time he’d actually heard Damon

speak in his three years at Albin Academy, rather than noncommittal affirmative mutters

during staff meetings. His voice was deep, raw, gritty, with a subtle pull to it that didn’t quite

seem to echo typical New England accents around Massachusetts. “I thought this was

some kinda broom closet. Chambers and Walden know you’re using it for…” He tilted his

head. A damp ripple of hair fell across the refined sharpness of his cheekbone, the tip

practically licking at the corner of his wide, full, stern-set mouth. “…this?”

Rian tensed.

More at the implied scorn dripping from this than at the fact he’d been…uh…

Caught using school grounds for unauthorized purposes.

He doubted Principal Chambers and Assistant Principal Walden would particularly care.

Especially when Rian had been using the storeroom as a studio since he’d been hired, and

no one had really noticed—though considering Lachlan Walden had only been hired last

semester, the assistant principal had more things to worry about than one rogue art teacher

moving a few brooms.

So Rian drew himself up, lifting his chin as he reached for the wet rag hanging from the

edge of his wheel and began wiping the thick patina of clay from his hands, peeling off the

cold, clinging layer.

“My broom closet,” he said firmly. “Attached to my classroom. I’m allowed to use it as I

deem necessary as long as it’s for educational purposes.”

This…counted…technically.

He was the art teacher.