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Nerdy Little Secret
Nerdy Little Secret
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Coconut Cove: Book Two

Will a reunion between high school friends lead to romance—or regret?

Key West local Blair Fletcher goes from wallflower to star overnight. One day he’s waiting tables, and the next he’s thrust into a different world—as an actor on the new gay teen drama Coconut Cove. Playing queen-bee Ryder quickly makes him friends—and enemies—but it’s the set carpenter who’s had his heart since they were kids.

Blair always assumed golden god Sander Johansen was completely unattainable… and straight. Now that Sander has returned to their hometown, it seems Blair’s assumptions might have been wrong. As things heat up on set and in the bedroom, Blair has to realize he’s no longer the shy kid who never moved away from home and maybe it’s finally time for him to have the life, and love, he’s always wanted.

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Release dateMay 18, 2018
ISBN9781640804579
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    Nerdy Little Secret - M.J. O'Shea

    Table of Contents

    Blurb

    Chapter One

    Chapter Two

    Chapter Three

    Chapter Four

    Chapter Five

    Chapter Six

    Chapter Seven

    Chapter Eight

    Chapter Nine

    Chapter Ten

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    Nerdy Little Secret

    By M.J. O’Shea

    A Coconut Cove Story

    Will a reunion between high school friends lead to romance—or regret?

    Key West local Blair Fletcher goes from wallflower to star overnight. One day he’s waiting tables, and the next he’s thrust into a different world—as an actor on the new gay teen drama Coconut Cove. Playing queen-bee Ryder quickly makes him friends—and enemies—but it’s the set carpenter who’s had his heart since they were kids.

    Blair always assumed golden god Sander Johansen was completely unattainable… and straight. Now that Sander has returned to their hometown, it seems Blair’s assumptions might have been wrong. As things heat up on set and in the bedroom, Blair has to realize he’s no longer the shy kid who never moved away from home and maybe it’s finally time for him to have the life, and love, he’s always wanted.

    Chapter One

    RYDER, RULER of the courtyard and, well, everything of course, sat at one of the choicest outdoor tables at Coconut Cove High School. He was surrounded by his typical sycophants—beautiful people and suck-ups, the girls who thought he was their best friend, and the boys who thought they might get lucky with him. Fat chance.

    It was sunny, same as usual, unless they happened to have one of those annoying downpours, like the one that had practically ruined his Gucci loafers the other day. Everyone was fashionable, although not quite as fashionable as him. The others tried, but they didn’t ever get it quite right. He’d probably be annoyed if they had.

    They were the most desirable table in the courtyard. The most desirable students at the school. Of course Ryder would be in the middle of it all. Joey, a sweet sophomore who was new to the group and someone Ryder actually liked, was with him, as well as their friend Brooke, who he tolerated on most days. It was the perfect afternoon in the middle of a perfect high school scene.

    Ryder should’ve been happy.

    He wasn’t.

    The new boy at Coconut Cove, Mack, who’d rolled in with a huge attitude and dreamy brooding eyes, had somehow ended up across the courtyard under a palm tree suction-cupped to Ryder’s best friend, Kelly. They’d just arrived and already Ryder was annoyed. Their arms resembled something close to a snake ball, and he’d never ever seen Kelly laugh like that. It was all so… cheesy. He couldn’t stand it. He didn’t want to stand it. Kelly was one of them, one of the glitterati. Kelly’s pressed bermudas and perfect polos didn’t belong anywhere near that brooding pseudo bad boy from the West Coast. Hell no. Good thing he had his brand-new best friend around to do something about it.

    Ryder leaned over to Joey.

    What do you think of the new guy, baby J? Ryder wasn’t above stirring up a little bit of trouble every once in a while. Especially when it suited his purpose.

    New? They’ve been here for weeks. Joey shrugged. He looked wary, like maybe he’d heard that question too many times and knew exactly where it led. I also think Kelly really likes him, and he’s your oldest friend, so you should back off.

    Ryder rolled his eyes at Joey. Of course he did. Pollyfreakinganna. Maybe it was time to banish Joey back to the social mediocreville from whence he came. Of course with Kelly gone over to the tall, irritating, and brooding side of the courtyard, their table had started to resemble a tent at Lilith Fair. Perhaps he’d keep Joey around after all. His cute dimples, perfect abs, and big sincere eyes were a lot more fun to look at than boobs.

    Ryder watched Mack and Kelly for a few more moments before he decided they made him want to heave. A lot. So he pulled out his phone and scrolled through it. It was always good to look too bored to care what anyone at the school thought. If they assumed you were texting your way-older rich boyfriend who didn’t actually technically exist? Even better.

    He finally decided to answer Joey. He was bored with his phone anyway. That’s not what I meant. I’m just worried that he’s not the right kind of guy for Kelly. You know what Mack’s parents are like.

    Ryder really had no idea what Mack’s dads were like—other than their house seemed to be the vortex that his best friend had been sucked into. Ryder hadn’t seen Kelly in weeks, except maybe the back of his head while the rest of him was plastered against Mack’s labor-built body. It had to be supernatural. Or a cult. There really was no other explanation.

    They own a bed-and-breakfast, Ryder. On the beach. Joey scrunched up his adorable eyebrows.

    That’s exactly what I’m talking about. We don’t know them. They don’t belong to the Coconut Club. They could be anyone. For all we know they hide bodies in that dingy old motel, like Norman Bates.

    Joey looked exasperated. Bed-and-breakfast, not motel. Besides, it’s nice in there, and since when has owning a business made someone a candidate for the next Ted Bundy?

    Ryder felt betrayed. You’ve been in there? How could any of his friends hang out in a place like that? With those people?

    No. But it looks nice on the outside. I don’t know. Joey looked a little less sure than before. Ryder smiled to himself. He almost had him.

    Well, I think something creepy is going on in there. I think I’m going to pay them a little visit after school.

    Ryder, don’t….

    Okay, maybe he didn’t have him. What? I’m just a concerned citizen, right?

    Joey did roll his eyes then. Full-on eye roll. Maybe he wasn’t as cute as Ryder thought. Yes, citizenship. That’s exactly what you’re always up to when you start meddling in stuff that’s not your business.

    It didn’t matter. Ryder always got everyone to do what he wanted in the end.

    Just watch.

    BLAIR FLETCHER, we need you in makeup. Please report to hair and makeup!

    The call came over the set’s harsh loudspeaker. He nearly let out a huge, and frankly pathetic, sigh. Blair took a long look at the dressing room mirror and wondered honestly what hair and makeup could really do. Was some hairspray and a few layers of foundation honestly supposed to turn him into Queen Ryder? A month and a half in and he still wasn’t sure.

    Hey, Blair.

    Blair turned to see Tony coming out of hair-and-makeup’s little corner of their manufactured world.

    Blair thought Tony was amazing. He was twenty-seven, but he looked exactly like what he was supposed to look like—fifteen. He’d been playing teenagers in small guest parts and commercials for ten years until he finally got his big break as cutie-pie Joey. Blair thought he’d have been bitter, having worked so long only to be on equal footing with nobody Blair, but he was a cool guy. He was totally laid-back about the whole fame-or-no-fame thing, unlike certain, uh, people in the cast. Tony seemed so young and sweet that it was hard to remember he was actually nearly four years older than Blair and far more experienced in the business.

    Hi, Tony. Makeup swamped again?

    They’d gotten dumped on by a surprise thunderstorm earlier in the day, dousing the hard work their hair, makeup, and

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