GOLDEN BOYS, by Amber Green

I'm embarking on several new adventures, personal and public alike. One of them is the reissuance of Golden Boys, my fluffy dick-lit beach read. It's newly revised, although you'd have to be peculiarly familiar with the first version to notice the differences. For the first 90 days, starting whenever Amazon manages to complete the processing, it will be available on Amazon alone. For Amazon-haters, it'll be available elsewhere early in the new year.

With his easy laugh and knowing eyes, Jell grew up street, while I was raised to be a pillar of society. When the FBI asked me to betray him—the guy I've had a crush on since ninth grade—I went straight to Jell. Now he and I have one less secret between us. Which would be great if we didn't have to escape a psychiatric clinic in the middle of the night, half naked, with people shooting at us. The only refuge we can agree to head for is my crazy cousin Gator's retirement village.
Now w're lost. We're cold. And I've never been so alive.

Amber Green