The newest novel by Lyana Jenna.....A Home For Jesse!!!
Jesse has been so unlucky so far in life. His roommate leaves him which makes Jesse homeless and he thinks, what would my mother think of me now. For more bad luck Jesse is let go from his fast food job but at least he still his PA job on a movie set but this can't even pay the rent for the worst Hollywood apartment. So now it's time to make it to his bed on a park bench.
Trey is a TV star where Jesse is employed. One night they leave together after work and Trey is thinking that Jesse is far too good looking to be a PA. He finds out that Jesse is homeless so he invites him to stay with him instead of sleeping on a park bench. Jesse accepts of course but with hesitation as he is thinking, what is the catch here.
I really enjoyed the character of Jesse as he takes nothing in life for granted and appreciates everything he gets and through tough times he is still very optimistic. I loved the fact that he has no issues with being gay even in Hollywood which is very rare. He seems to be the new Hollywood where it is fine to be gay and live your life truthfully and with openness. Trey has very strong feelings for Jesse and won't confide in his best friend, so one wonders how comfortable he is with being gay and a Hollywood star. Then were introduced to Brent who is Trey's BFF and this guy does everything to keep Jesse and Trey apart. It makes sense why he didn't feel comfortable with sharing his feelings with Brent about Trey. Is Brent doing this to keep Trey from being outted as a gay male star or is he threatened by the new relationship between Trey and Brent. I will leave that for the reader to find out. Will Jesse and Trey make it as a couple? Will being gay destroy their careers? Will these sweet men have an HEA?
Jesse has been so unlucky so far in life. His roommate leaves him which makes Jesse homeless and he thinks, what would my mother think of me now. For more bad luck Jesse is let go from his fast food job but at least he still his PA job on a movie set but this can't even pay the rent for the worst Hollywood apartment. So now it's time to make it to his bed on a park bench.
Trey is a TV star where Jesse is employed. One night they leave together after work and Trey is thinking that Jesse is far too good looking to be a PA. He finds out that Jesse is homeless so he invites him to stay with him instead of sleeping on a park bench. Jesse accepts of course but with hesitation as he is thinking, what is the catch here.
I really enjoyed the character of Jesse as he takes nothing in life for granted and appreciates everything he gets and through tough times he is still very optimistic. I loved the fact that he has no issues with being gay even in Hollywood which is very rare. He seems to be the new Hollywood where it is fine to be gay and live your life truthfully and with openness. Trey has very strong feelings for Jesse and won't confide in his best friend, so one wonders how comfortable he is with being gay and a Hollywood star. Then were introduced to Brent who is Trey's BFF and this guy does everything to keep Jesse and Trey apart. It makes sense why he didn't feel comfortable with sharing his feelings with Brent about Trey. Is Brent doing this to keep Trey from being outted as a gay male star or is he threatened by the new relationship between Trey and Brent. I will leave that for the reader to find out. Will Jesse and Trey make it as a couple? Will being gay destroy their careers? Will these sweet men have an HEA?
This ain’t so bad. Jesse pats his laden backpack. He stretches himself on the bench and lowers his head onto the bag, grimacing at the bumps pressing against his head and neck. Awesome. He is going to have major cricks and headaches come morning. That is if he’s not suffering from early signs of pneumonia.
Jesse shifts and grunts and finally gives up. He sits up, takes off his jacket, and spreads it over his front before he lies down again. Moving a bit again to find the most comfortable position, he thinks,Fuck, now my shorts are stuck in the crack of my ass. Jesse reaches down and pulls them free -- ah, that’s better.
He takes a deep breath. So he’s a bum now, is he? His ma would be heartbroken if she knew. She could blame him for being such a hard head and insisting on having his own way. Jesse stares blankly at the leaves swaying on treetops, at the shadows of the swings dancing in the dark, at the stars blinking mockingly down at him. At least the fact that they are up there means that the sky is cloudless and Jesse doesn’t need to worry about the possibility of rain tonight. Getting soaked when the only place he has to sleep is this park would be a pain in the ass, not to mention hazardous to his health. Jesse also hopes no cops will come patrolling tonight.
Weary to the bone, Jesse curls both hands under the side of his face and gives in to slumber.
* * * *
“Come on, Trey, one more glass. Don’t be a spoilsport.”
Whatone more glass means for Brent must be different from what it means for Trey. They have been here for hours. Trey had sneaked a glance at his watch once. It showed four -- and that must have been half an hour ago. Still there is no sign they are leaving soon.
Trey regrets his decision not to drive his own car and ride with Brent instead. Fuck. He’s going to screw up his shot big time tomorrow -- or rather,this afternoon.
“What celebration am I spoiling again?” Trey leans forward. Brent looks taken aback but he immediately offers a smile, which looks more like a snake’s sneer.
“Trey, that’s not nice.” He wags his forefinger.
“The hell with nice.” Trey rests his head on his folded arms on the table. “I’d rather be with Jess --”
Oops. He slipped up and said it out loud.
Brent and the others sitting around the table seem to come to a consensus to stop whatever they are doing and switch their attention to Trey.
“Jess? Jess who?” Brent asks. “I thought you were with Kimberly.”
Trey feels blood rush into his face but he sighs inwardly in relief that Brent doesn’t know who he was talking about.
“Kimberly? Right. And you said she’d be here! Where is she, Brenton?”
Brent visibly cringes at the name and Trey feels like guffawing. Eat that, asshat!
“My name’s not Brenton.”
“So what? You haven’t answered my question.”
And neither has Trey, but Brent has forgotten about that. Trey gulps down his drink, and tries to shut down from everything going on around him.
Jesse shifts and grunts and finally gives up. He sits up, takes off his jacket, and spreads it over his front before he lies down again. Moving a bit again to find the most comfortable position, he thinks,Fuck, now my shorts are stuck in the crack of my ass. Jesse reaches down and pulls them free -- ah, that’s better.
He takes a deep breath. So he’s a bum now, is he? His ma would be heartbroken if she knew. She could blame him for being such a hard head and insisting on having his own way. Jesse stares blankly at the leaves swaying on treetops, at the shadows of the swings dancing in the dark, at the stars blinking mockingly down at him. At least the fact that they are up there means that the sky is cloudless and Jesse doesn’t need to worry about the possibility of rain tonight. Getting soaked when the only place he has to sleep is this park would be a pain in the ass, not to mention hazardous to his health. Jesse also hopes no cops will come patrolling tonight.
Weary to the bone, Jesse curls both hands under the side of his face and gives in to slumber.
* * * *
“Come on, Trey, one more glass. Don’t be a spoilsport.”
Whatone more glass means for Brent must be different from what it means for Trey. They have been here for hours. Trey had sneaked a glance at his watch once. It showed four -- and that must have been half an hour ago. Still there is no sign they are leaving soon.
Trey regrets his decision not to drive his own car and ride with Brent instead. Fuck. He’s going to screw up his shot big time tomorrow -- or rather,this afternoon.
“What celebration am I spoiling again?” Trey leans forward. Brent looks taken aback but he immediately offers a smile, which looks more like a snake’s sneer.
“Trey, that’s not nice.” He wags his forefinger.
“The hell with nice.” Trey rests his head on his folded arms on the table. “I’d rather be with Jess --”
Oops. He slipped up and said it out loud.
Brent and the others sitting around the table seem to come to a consensus to stop whatever they are doing and switch their attention to Trey.
“Jess? Jess who?” Brent asks. “I thought you were with Kimberly.”
Trey feels blood rush into his face but he sighs inwardly in relief that Brent doesn’t know who he was talking about.
“Kimberly? Right. And you said she’d be here! Where is she, Brenton?”
Brent visibly cringes at the name and Trey feels like guffawing. Eat that, asshat!
“My name’s not Brenton.”
“So what? You haven’t answered my question.”
And neither has Trey, but Brent has forgotten about that. Trey gulps down his drink, and tries to shut down from everything going on around him.
Iyana lives in Jakarta, a city famous for its traffic jams, a lot of cars and motorcycles, and people selling stuff on the roads. You can spend two hours on the road going to a place you can reach in half an hour in a normal situation. Thanks to the traffic jams, though, Iyana can come up with a lot of stories, mostly shorties, as she prefers to spend the time during her trips writing into her cell phone rather than sleeping.
Another thing Iyana loves is kitties. Right now she has five of them. Their names are Larva, Nyil, Cil, Mermood, and Horus. When she doesn’t write, she plays with them, or they would play with her when she writes.
Another thing Iyana loves is kitties. Right now she has five of them. Their names are Larva, Nyil, Cil, Mermood, and Horus. When she doesn’t write, she plays with them, or they would play with her when she writes.
