The Real Baxter (The Baxter Chronicles Book 1) by Lane Hayes #Giveaway #MMRomance #DuoReview #LGBT

Dana and Erryn review ‘The Real Baxter (The Baxter Chronicles Book #1)’ by Lane Hayes (The ebook was self-published on March 4, 2022 and is 370 pages.  The audio was released April 19, 2022, and is 10 hours and 48 minutes long. Narrated by Michael Ferraiuolo) An audio code was provided in exchange for an honest review. 

Title: The Real Baxter

Series: The Baxter Chronicles

Author: Lane Hayes

Publisher: Lane Hayes

Narrated by: Michael Ferraiuolo

Heat Level: 4 – Lots of Sex

Pairing: Male/Male

Length: 10 hrs and 48 mins

Genre: Romance, Bisexual, Bodyguard, Fake Boyfriend, Humor, Hurt and Comfort

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The silver-fox and the faux bodyguard…

Sebastian

Who’s the true hero behind the Hollywood heartthrob, crime-fighting, adventure-seeking international man of mystery? Me. I’m the real Baxter.

Well, I wear the suit and let the action play out onscreen. You want to know the secret of my success? Sell the story you want to tell. Even if you have to bend the truth a little.

Okay…a lot.

Trust me, no one will notice. Except Trent, who seems to notice everything. And for some reason, I like that. I like him. I’m just not sure what to do about it.

Trent

Look, I’m not exactly killing it. I’m a typical struggling actor-slash-waiter, hoping for a break. And boom…in walks Sebastian Rourke. He’s a cutthroat, wickedly charming silver fox, a Hollywood legend in the making. No joke. You’ve got to sell a piece of your soul to get in this man’s orbit. Or fake a British accent, then take a job playing bodyguard to fool the press. As one does.

I know I should take advantage of the very strange situation I find myself in, but I’m not sure I’m cut out for it. However, I’m willing to take a chance, ’cause I want the real Seb.

Even though it might cost me everything.

The Real Baxter is a MM age-gap, bisexual romance featuring the man who has everything and the actor who’s willing to show him what’s real.

“Home sweet home, eh?”

Seb gathered his suit coat and his takeout bag with a strained smile. “Something like that.”

“Hey, for what it’s worth, I didn’t mean to offend you earlier. Under different circumstances, I might go for a guy like you.”

His snort-laugh oozed sarcasm. “Wow, I’m flattered.”

I shrugged, aware that I should probably stop talking. Of course, I couldn’t do it. “You’re real. I get that. It’s just that…observationally speaking, real you and real me don’t mix. We got nothin’ in common.”

Seb unfastened his seat belt and whirled to face me. I couldn’t read him in the shadows. It would have been nice to know if he was amused or irked…or both. “Okay, first of all, ‘observationally speaking’ is a terrible way to begin any sentence and second—and most important, you know nothing about ‘real me.’ ”

I held my hands up in surrender. “You’re right. I had no idea you were the rich, old dude in the ‘Who’s your type?’ scenario.”

“I never said I was, but now that you think I am…you suddenly want to date me, eh?”

“Date you?” I scratched my temple as if mulling over the idea. “No way. But I’d totally do you.”

Seb froze with his hand on the door lever, threw his head back, and guffawed.

He literally had the best laugh I’d ever heard—contagious, hearty, and kind of wicked. It bounced merrily off the old car’s interior, making everything feel shiny and new. Including me. I couldn’t help smiling.

I tried to think of something clever and somewhat humorous to keep his attention for another minute or two, but I got sidetracked, staring at his stubbled jaw, full lips, and the deep crinkles at the corners of his eyes. For a half a beat, I wished he were someone else—less in demand, less wealthy, less connected.

Crazy, I know. This was why I didn’t go for sophisticated types. I didn’t stand a chance with a guy like Seb.

And on that dose of reality…I inclined my head with a meaningful grunt as he composed himself.

“You have no idea how tempting that sounds. Thanks for the ride. Thanks for tonight. It was…exactly what I needed.”

“Happy to be of service.”

He pulled at the handle—once, twice… “The door is stuck.”

“It does that sometimes. You just have to wiggle the handle.”

Seb tried again. “No, it’s definitely stuck.”

I unfastened my seat belt and leaned across him. Bad move. I breathed in the scent of his cologne and felt scorched by his body heat.

And of course, the door didn’t budge. I turned off the engine and held a finger up, signaling a bright idea on the horizon.

“Hang on. We’ll do this the old-fashioned way.” I hopped out of the car and used my key to manually unlock the passenger side door with a flourish. “Ta-da!”

He unfolded his long legs, somehow managing to look like an A-list celebrity sliding from the back seat of a limo at a red-carpet event. He slung his suit coat over the crook of his arm, grabbed his to-go bag, and stepped aside.

“Thank you.”

“I’m the one who should be thanking you. So, thanks for taking me to pick up my wheels, thanks for drinks and the burger, and thanks for not laughing at my impromptu Baxter audition.”

Seb grinned. “You’re welcome. It was…fun.”

I nodded, shoving my hands into my pockets awkwardly before angling my head toward the house. “You really rattle around in that place by yourself?”

“Yeah. My kids are here a lot. I have Oliver tomorrow and…” He squinted as if looking for something or someone in the dark. “I have friends.”

“You do?” I teased.

He made a funny face. “One or two. I think.”

We smiled as if sharing a joke. But the punchline was a silent acknowledgment of temporary camaraderie. We weren’t friends or coworkers. He probably wouldn’t remember my name next week.

However, right this very moment, we had a connection. Maybe it was akin to making friends with your seatmate on a long flight, but it was something.

I held on to it fiercely, marking the ticking seconds to the soundtrack of chirping crickets and the rustle of leaves in the late summer evening breeze. I studied the sharp planes of his cheekbones, softened by the laugh lines at the corners of his eyes. I noted the hint of gray in his close-shaven beard when he licked his bottom lip and—

Oh, fuck.

Yeah, time to go.

“I should, uh…” I hiked my thumb behind me, then rested my hand on the open door. I was about to close it when I spotted his milkshake. “Do you want your shake?”

“Um…” Seb switched the to-go bag to his left hand and stepped toward me. “I think it’s gone.”

I pulled it from the cupholder and turned to find him closer than expected. As in…we stood grungy boot to Italian loafer.

I shook the cup. “Might be a little something in there.”

“No, I’m done. I can throw it away in the house. I don’t want to leave trash in your car.”

I scoffed. “Dude, have you seen my car?”

Seb chuckled…and I joined in.

When his laughter faded, we were back to staring at each other. Only now, it wasn’t awkward. It was…something completely different. A little unsteady and unsure, but somehow promising.

I didn’t move. I didn’t sidle past him with an absent good-bye or a bro high five. I didn’t try to draw him into more conversation. I didn’t want to break the spell…as if I had any power over what was happening.

And something was definitely happening. Maybe because it was so unexpected, it took me a few extra seconds to define it.

Lust. Hunger. Need.

He wanted me.

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Erryn’s Review:

I had high hopes for this new series by Lane Hayes.  I almost always enjoy her books, and I quickly realized there were significant ties to several other series including the ones with the band Zero.  I enjoyed seeing Justin and Gray again, and having Charlie back in my life was fun.  I don’t think new readers will be lost, but having those connections enhanced my enjoyment.

I adore Michael Ferraiuolo.  Again, he gave so much in his great performance. I know he enhanced my enjoyment of the entire book, and I just love him.

The cover was hot and the premise was cute – so I should have loved this book.  I wanted to.  Where I got caught up was in the weeds.  This could have been a straight-forward love story between a struggling actor and a rich movie producer.  There was enough of a power imbalance to drill down into their individual situations.

But then came the contracts.  I won’t bore you with details, but there were a lot of them and with them came rules and then the breaking of rules and…  By the end I was kind of turned about – and I have some understanding of contracts.  Now, some readers will be able to follow no problem.  Others will gloss over the details.  Maybe I’m the only one who struggled.

Trent and Seb made a compelling couple – with all their baggage. Their families played important parts in their lives and I love the dynamics.  A wedding thrown in always helps as well.  And Charlie.  Dear irritating Charlie.

I will, of course, grab the next book.  I can see several potential future heroes and I’ll enjoy those stories to be sure.  And I encourage you to try this one – like I said, maybe it was just me.

Erryn’s Rating: 

8.5/10 Points of Gold (85% Recommended) – Compares to 4.25/5 Stars

Dana’s Review: 

When I first started this book, I had no idea the connections it had to the author’s Starting From series. It definitely made me want to re-listen to the other books to get into the groove for this book.

In The Real Baxter, we first meet Sebastian, a famous film producer, whose ex and son found their happy endings in separate books. Sebastian is most famous for his “Real Baxter” movies featuring a James Bond-like spy. Seb is very career orientated, only making time for his two sons and his best friend and ex, Gray. But Gray delivers news to Seb that throws him off his game.

Trent is a stuntman working on the production who loses his job when he loses his footing during filming. Staring at the sexy, older Seb might have had something to do with that. He is pretty anxious to be rehired or hired for a future Baxter film, so he tries to impress Seb by pretending to be someone he’s not, but the truth is revealed pretty quickly. A one night stand should be all they have, but Seb is intrigued by Trent and so is his son Charlie.

To be clear, Charlie is in a happy relationship with a musician but he is worried that Trent could cause media problems for his dad, and in a roundabout way the band Charlie represents. It gets a little bit complicated as Trent is maneuvered like a chess pawn, but in the manipulation Trent and Seb find themselves revealing their secrets to each other and they act on the attraction they have.

I have to say that Trent and Seb make a sweet couple. There is about a ten year age gap, which doesn’t seem to be a big difference for them. Both of them have suffered loss in their pasts that have made them lose faith in love, but eventually they get too close to deny what is happening. It isn’t completely smooth sailing, though. The media and Charlie cause a little bit of problems, and Seb’s promotions of the new movie drive a wedge between the two of them.

I found this audiobook to be an engaging listen. Michael Ferraiuolo is one of my favorite narrators and he did a great job with this one. 

Dana’s Rating: 

9/10 Points of Gold (90% Recommended) – Compares to 4.5/5 Stars



Lane Hayes loves a good romance! An avid reader from an early age, she has always been drawn to well-told love story with beautifully written characters. Her debut novel was a 2013 Rainbow Award finalist and subsequent books have received Honorable Mentions and/or were winners in the 2016, 2017, 2018-2019, 2020-2021 Rainbow Awards. She loves red wine, chocolate and travel (in no particular order). Lane lives in Southern California with her amazing husband in a not quite empty nest.

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