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For the first time in my life, true happiness is within reach, if only I could find a way to grab it.

 

Rhett, an all-new single dad, M/M, small town romance from bestselling author Riley Hart is now available!

 

I’m the eldest Swift brother, the one who should have taken care of my siblings and protected them, but I’ve never been the kind of brother they deserve.

 

Both Morgan and East had the courage to walk away from our abusive father before I did, but now that I have, there’s no turning back. With that comes the realization that my whole life has been spent trying to be exactly what my father wanted, what I hate.

 

My brothers are moving on with their lives, and that brings Tripp Cassidy and his daughter, Meadow, into my orbit. For a reason I can’t understand, they both seem to like me. Tripp asks me about my favorite things, pushes me to figure out my dreams, and at thirteen years old, Meadow knows herself better than I ever have.

 

Every day I spend with Tripp, I can’t stop myself from looking at him differently, from craving him like I’ve never craved anyone. I haven’t been with a man, but from Tripp’s first touch, I never want him to stop.

 

There’s a lot to figure out—Tripp has been burned by love before, and he has Meadow to consider. I’m still working through my guilt and learning how to be the brother and man I’ve always wished I’d been. But for the first time in my life, true happiness is within reach, if only I could find a way to grab it.

 

Rhett is the emotional, hopeful, final book in the Swift Brothers series. It’s a small-town, hurt/comfort, single-dad romance with mature characters, demisexual awakening, strong family vibes, and the happily ever after they deserve. Rhett deals with sensitive themes of grief, loss of a parent/sibling (in the past), verbal/emotional abuse by a parent.

 

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In this moment, drinking and talking with Dusty helps me forget how angry Dad is at me. Helps me forget that I went out of my way to help East today, but all he wished was that I were Morgan. And maybe Dusty wishes that too right now, but it doesn’t feel like it. It’s almost like we’re friends.

 

“This is nice,” I say, immediately wishing I could take the words back. I don’t get a response, so I ask, “Dusty?” And damn, I sound drunk.

 

He’s got his head against the lighthouse. He turns slightly in my direction, putting us so close, I feel his warm breath against my lips.

 

“Hmm?” he asks, and he’s looking at me…like he doesn’t hate me. Like he doesn’t think I’m the worst brother in the world. Not at all like he wants nothing to do with me because Morgan is so much better than me.

 

“Hi,” I say.

 

“Hi,” he replies.

 

My whole body buzzes. I’m not sure what’s happening, but for one moment I just want to forget all the negative shit in my life. I want to see what it’s like to be Morgan—the one Mom loved more, and the one East prefers. The son who doesn’t do as Dad says and makes his own way in life. The one who’s leaving for California in a few weeks, even though our dad doesn’t want him to.

 

And then our mouths are touching. When his tongue lashes at my lips, I register that I’m kissing a man, and I’m not into dudes. At least, I never have been, but it feels so damn good. I feel wanted, though I know Dusty doesn’t want me. He wants Morgan, wishes I were Morgan, is probably trying to hide from the pain of loving Morgan. And I…want to feel some of the things my brother does. Or maybe I really am the biggest asshole who ever lived and I’m only doing this to hurt my brother. I don’t want to believe that of myself, but my thoughts are foggy. There is so much weight bearing down on me every day of my life, and for whatever reason, in this moment, kissing Dusty, I’m able to forget that.

 

“What the fuck!” Morgan shouts.

 

Hearing my brother’s voice electrocutes my heart, fries it. Dusty and I rip apart and hurry to our feet. Shit. Why did I do that? What the fuck is wrong with me?

 

Before I can get my bearings, Morgan’s body slams into mine, tackling me to the ground. Pain explodes in my face when he punches me.

 

“What are you doing? You don’t get to touch him! He’s mine!” A second hit makes contact with my already aching face.

 

Fire in Morgan’s eyes blazes down at me, hatred in my brother’s piercing glare. It makes all my insecurities bubble to the surface, and not just that, but my rage too. Fuck him for always being better than me.

 

“Morgan, get off him. It’s not what it looked like!” Dusty shouts.

 

Morgan turns to look at Dusty, and I take advantage, shoving him off me and to the ground. My arms act of their own accord, fists slamming into Morgan the way his had just done to me.

 

We fight, battling for dominance, swinging and letting out a lifetime of anger. Every moment of our lives has been leading up to this, all Dad’s words to me about Morgan making me see red. I feel like I’m not even in my own body anymore.

 

I don’t notice Dusty coming until he’s knocked me off Morgan, my head hitting the ground bringing me back to myself.

 

What the hell is wrong with the two of you?” Dusty shouts.

 

Morgan stands up. I’m still on my back, breathing heavily, Dusty beside me.

 

Morgan spits blood onto the ground. “Fuck you, Rhett. You did that on purpose. You kissed him because you knew it would hurt me.”

 

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