‘Spanish Siesta (Flying Into Love Book 2)’ by C.F. White #Audiobook #LGBT #Review #MM

Erryn reviews ‘Spanish Siesta (Flying Into Love Book 2’ by C.F. White. The ebook was published July 29, 2022 and was 259 pages.The audiobook version of this story was narrated by Piers Ryman, released July 29, 2022 and is 6 hrs and 48 mins long. A copy was provided in exchange for an honest review.

Why I read this book:  I loved French Kiss.

Matt Robinson just got dumped. Again. With his sister’s wedding on the horizon, he needs a plus-one.

Kieran Barker has been in love with his straight best friend for far too long. It’ll never happen. Having already been left behind when Matt went to university, Kieran can’t take more heartbreak.

So when Matt invites Kieran to spend a whole week with him on the island of Majorca, Kieran can’t let himself think there’s more to it than lads on tour. All he can do is play the field to take his mind off the hot, rugby-honed body of his oldest mate. Sexy men are in abundance in Magaluf, right? Matt only wants to cop off with the bridesmaid anyway.

But when Matt’s overprotectiveness about Kieran’s late-night escapades borders on jealousy, can he even dare to think that there’s more to their years of flirtations than simple bromance?

And can Matt really acknowledge his feelings when they’ll soon be returning to England, with him back to the university rugby team and 200 miles away from Kiera?

Spanish Siesta (Flying into Love, Book 2) is a contemporary friends-to-lovers, bisexual-awakening, forced-proximity MM romance featuring a hotheaded rugby fly-half struggling with his emotions and an out-and-proud wannabe dancer suffering from unrequited love.

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My review:

Kieran has been in love with his best mate Matt since they were kids.  He’s stayed in his small town to help his mother run a B&B while Matt’s gone off to university to study and play rugby.  Kieran teaches dance lessons to old people.  Matt’s living the high life.  Their lives couldn’t be more disparate.

Matt’s sister is having a destination wedding and Matt’s current squeeze dumps him.  Not wanting to show up alone, he asks his best mate to come along.  Kieran knows this will only end in heartbreak, but he’s incapable of saying no. So he gets on an airplane for the first time in his life and leaves England to visit the continent.

What follows is heartbreaking for Kieran.  Matt starts to realize how much Kieran means to him.  And he’s swamped with jealousy at all the men who are throwing themselves at his best mate.  His perspective shifts and the next thing you know, they’re making out in the broom closet.  Matt’s bi-awakening happens hard and fast.

Now, I knew this was a C.F. White romance, and that I’d get my happy ending.  I think the level of Kieran’s misery surprised me.  Not that it wasn’t deserved – he and Matt got in deep physically really quickly.  For Kieran, that intimacy only heightened his feelings of love.  For Matt, it only confused him farther.  Throw in dysfunctional parents and the entire Spanish trip was destined for disaster.  The only problem was Kieran was collateral damage.

Things worked out in the end.  Most especially Kieran’s love of dance.  Along the way, there were a few unexpected twists and turns.  Overall, I enjoyed the story very much.  Made all the more enjoyable, I’d say, by great narration by Piers Ryman.  Truly a lovely story and I can’t wait for the next installment of the series.

My rating:

10/10 Pots of Gold – Compares to 5/5 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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