Erryn reviews ‘Misdemeanor (Responsible Adult Book 1’ by C.F. White. The ebook was published July 2, 2021 and was 345 pages.The audiobook version of this story was narrated by Piers Ryman, released October 15, 2021 and is 8 hrs and 33 mins long. A copy was provided in exchange for an honest review.
Why I read this book: I’m in love with this author and narrator duo.
Life isn’t always responsible.
After his mother tragically dies and his deadbeat father goes off the rails, 19-year-old Micky is left to care for his disabled little brother. Juggling college, a dead-end job, and Flynn’s special needs means Micky has to put his bad-boy past behind him and be the responsible adult to keep his brother out of care. He doesn’t have time for anything else in his life.
Still scarred from a past relationship that went bad, Dan’s not looking to complicate his life. Everything tells him he should stay away from Micky, but he’s powerless in the face of his overwhelming attraction to his newest staff member. Especially when he begins to peel off Micky’s layers to reveal the true man beneath the façade.
As their attraction builds, revealing more of themselves to one another, each is faced with a stark question: Can Micky allow himself to follow his heart, and can Dan risk falling in love with someone so tempestuous?
Misdemeanor is the first book in the Responsible Adult trilogy and is a rerelease of the previously published version by Pride. It has been edited with new content added.
Author note: Potential triggers include references to suicide, physical assault on a minor, criminal behavior, and bullying of a disabled child.
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I *just* finished this book and OMG – good, yes. Great even. Cliff-hanger? Also, yes. Argh! I want the next book. RIGHT NOW! I will be patient, but it’ll be a near thing.
Okay – what I love about this book. Dan. The good guy. The dependable employee. The good friend to his roommate Tamsen. Just a reliable guy. He’s been burned before, but that hasn’t brought him down entirely. He had aspirations beyond produce manager at the local grocery store…but he hasn’t quite figured out how to move beyond his somewhat comfortable life. Inertia.
I adored Micky. He’s had an incredibly rough go of it. Horrible childhood, miserable adolescence. Now he’s nineteen and trying to get some education behind him. He wants better – for himself and for the younger brother he’s been caring for since his mother’s death. That’s a hell of a lot of responsibility for one young man to bear. That Flynn is lovely and loving helps, but his disabilities only make life tougher. Micky is forever dodging the authorities because he’s not Flynn’s legal guardian. The fact he loves his little brother and that brother is safe and happy? Probably not enough to persuade the adults who only see Micky’s record and his lack of education. He takes the job at the local grocery in the hopes of providing a stable home for Flynn.
He gets more than he bargained for.
Dan and Micky have chemistry. But Micky’s prickly and Dan is gentle. Micky’s secretive and Dan is open. So, like, opposites attract. Dan is also persistent and he starts dismantling Micky’s defenses.
And then it all falls apart.
Oh dear. But I know this is a three-part series, and I’ve adored all Ms. White’s books, so a little wait will do me good.
Finally, must say Piers Ryman was wonderful. He and Ms. White’s words go perfectly together, and I couldn’t ask for a better narrator. Tapping foot for the next book.
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.