‘Come Back (The District Line Book 3)’ by C.F. White #Audiobook #LGBT #Review #MM

Erryn reviews ‘Come Back (The District Line Book 3)’ by C.F. White. The ebook was published December 10, 2018 and was 363 pages.The audiobook version of this story was narrated by Piers Ryman, released May 14, 2020 and is 9 hrs and 18 mins long. A copy was provided in exchange for an honest review.

Why I read this book:  I’m loving this series and I want to see how it ends.


The bigger you become, the harder you fall. 

Sebastian Saunders is a rising rock star. Jay Ruttman is a Premier League football player. Their year-long relationship is hot commodity. Hounded by the press and fans alike, the lovers struggle to keep their private lives private. 

Flying high in the charts and having Jay by his side, Seb is finally living his dream. But Jay’s new, promising career is threatened when a horrific injury on the pitch has him side lined – not only in the game but also in his relationship with Seb.

Jay’s crippling self-destruction spirals out of control, tearing them apart. To move forward, both men must learn to leave their past behind – not so easy when it keeps coming back to haunt them. 

Can their hard-fought relationship survive the ultimate test? 

This is the concluding part to the District Line series where the full-time whistle could signal an end to their turbulent journey…or is it just the beginning?

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My review:

When I first embarked upon the story of the entitled emerging rock star and the struggling footballer, I wasn’t quite sure what I was getting myself into.  When the third book drew to a close, I know I’d found something special.  Something with that extra awesomeness.

In some ways, the story is simple – two guys who bump into each other, discover each is gay, and move into a relationship.  A few bumps, a few bruises, a broken leg, a move across the ocean, fame, and homophobia and voila, a series you have.

This book begins with Jay and Seb settling into life living together.  This is Britain in the mid-2000’s, so we’re nowhere near legal marriage.  That being said, the men are committed to each other.  Their time apart has shown them that they are happier together.  Are meant to be together.

But this is a C.F. White book so it can’t be all hearts and roses.  And it isn’t because the men have barely resumed their new activities – Seb playing in the band and Jay back on the pitch – when Jay is taken out by a horrific injury.  I mean, like, ouch.  Devastating to say the least.  Seb is there at every moment but a distance between them grows as Jay is running out of patience and pushing Seb away.  It all comes to a head and it’s only with the intervention of their friends that both men finally pull their heads out of their asses.

But then if they’d communicated in the first place, the book probably wouldn’t have been as good.  Had to add a little angst.  And speaking of their friends – a few surprises in store that I did not see coming.  All good, I promise.

In the end, I got my happy ending.  Something I demand these days.  I even got a special epilogue that made my heart sing.  This is a great series and I wouldn’t hesitate to pick up any other C.F. White book.  And I can’t finish without mentioning Piers Ryman.  I have a thing for British accents and although I’m not so good at spotting upper class versus working class, Ryman had a distinctive voice for each character and it worked.  The whole book just worked.  So glad I listened.

My rating:

9.5/10 Pots of Gold – Compares to 4.75/5 Stars

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Brought up in the relatively small town in Hertfordshire, I managed to do what most other residents of the town try and fail. Leave.

Going off to study at a West London University, I realised there was a whole city out there just waiting to be discovered, so much like Dick Whittington before, I never made it back home and still endlessly searches for the streets paved with gold; slowly coming to the realisation that it is mostly paved with chewing gum. And the odd bit of graffiti. And those little circles of yellow spray paint where the council point out the pot holes to someone who is supposedly meant to fix them instead of stare at them endlessly whilst holding a polystyrene foam cup of watered down coffee.

Eventually I moved from West to East along that vast District Line, and settled for pie and mash, cockles and winkles, and a bit of Knees Up Mother Brown to live in the East End of London; securing a job, creating a life, a home, a family.

Having worked in Higher Education for the most proportion of my adult life, a life-altering experience brought pen back to paper, having written stories as a child but never having the confidence to show them to the world. Now embarking on this writing malarkey, I cannot stop. So strap in, it’s a bumpy ride from here on in. 

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