Release Blitz: Only for Ollie by Lisa Henry
Only for Ollie
(Star Crossed #3)
by Lisa Henry
Date Released: March 4, 2022
About Only for Ollie
Xander Finch is a top-ranked MotoGP rider, desperate to get back to the circuit after an injury. He’s going stir-crazy in his parents’ house in Ventura while he works on his recovery. Xander has tunnel vision when it comes to his sport—it’s all he’s ever wanted to do in life. When he hires a massage therapist to help speed up his recovery, he’s not expecting the guy to completely flip his universe on its head.
Ollie Baker is living in his car after a disastrous break-up, and jumps at the chance to earn some extra cash through massage. Xander Finch might be hot as hell, but Ollie’s not going there. He’s never going to let some rich guy screw him over again. Besides, Xander’s straight. Isn’t he?
When their friendship deepens into something more, Xander discovers that Ollie makes him feel a way that nobody ever has before, and maybe motorbikes aren’t his only passion after all. Navigating Xander’s newly discovered demisexuality isn’t the only challenge they’ll have to face if they’re going to be together, because Ollie’s been burned before. It’s hard for him to trust Xander, to believe that he’s really willing to make room in his life for Ollie as well as his racing—assuming he recovers enough to race at all.
Only for Ollie is the third book in the Star Crossed series, where regular guys meet famous ones, and sparks fly.
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An Excerpt from Only for Ollie
Ollie hefted the table through to what turned out to be a beautiful patio area between the house and the pool. Like inside the house, its Instagram-worthy appeal had been tarnished by the fact that real people lived here. Mismatched towels hung over the back of a sun lounger, a pair of fantastically ugly garden gnomes looked completely out of place huddled around the base of a large succulent, and there was a small mountain of discarded footwear by the door itself.
Ollie fought with the table for a moment, and then a moment longer because he really had no idea what he was doing, and finally stood back and eyed the thing dubiously, hoping it wouldn’t collapse like a shaky house of cards when the client got on it. He stepped forward and poked it, just to test it. Then he leaned on it, gradually letting it take his weight. It stayed upright, which he felt was a positive. Things were looking up!
“Do you have any idea what you’re doing?” someone asked gruffly from the glass door.
Ollie spun around, startled, and found himself staring at a hot guy in a moonboot. The hot guy was taller than him—wasn’t everyone?—though he was slouching a little because of his elbow crutches. Apart from the obvious injury, he looked like he was in great shape. The muscles in his forearms corded in very interesting ways as he moved out onto the patio, tapping his way with his crutches. He was in his early thirties, maybe, with scruffy dark blond hair that looked as though it had all been buzzed at one point, but was now just long enough that it was beginning to curl. The softness of those curls was very much offset by the thin line of his mouth and the set of his jaw. There was a pinched line between his eyebrows that hinted at stress and pain. His eyes were the same green-blue as the view of the ocean from the Ventura Pier on a cloudless summer’s day.
“I know exactly what I’m doing,” Ollie lied. “But I’m just going to test it before you get up here, okay?”
He was relieved to see the guy’s mouth twitch.
Ollie climbed up onto the table on his hands and knees and wriggled a bit to make sure it was stable. And then realized how weird that probably looked. He hoped that lady from before wasn’t watching because she’d definitely think he was a sex worker now. Possibly not a very good one, but still.
“Okay,” he said brightly, climbing down again. “Hi, I’m Oliver, but most people call me Ollie. You must be Xander.”
“Hi,” Xander said with his mouth but not with his eyes.
“You look familiar,” Ollie said. “Are you—”
“No, I’m not,” Xander said. “And no, I can’t get you tickets or an autograph.”
He blinked. “What?”
“I’m not Zane.”
“What?” Ollie asked again.
Xander looked at him with his head on an angle, as though he was assessing something. “Zane Finch.”
“Uh-huh,” Ollie said vaguely, trying not to stare at Xander’s collarbones and failing. He had a thing for collarbones, and Xander’s were the sort that made his fingers itch to reach out and touch. They made other places tingle too, and he was having difficulty focusing on Xander’s words, and not on his collarbones, his throat, or the way his mouth moved when he spoke. He became aware that Xander was looking at him expectantly, waiting for more of a response, and he tried frantically to remember what name he’d just said, but no, it was gone. “Um, okay?”
Xander snorted. “Okay.”
Okay, so that sounded a little bitter, or maybe that was just Xander’s tone. And face. And entire personality. Maria had definitely been right about the murdery thing, but Ollie was willing to overlook it because of all the hotness. He shook himself awake from his fantasies of gorgeously defined collarbones and forced himself to meet Xander’s gaze instead. In terms of getting a hold of himself, it may have been a tactical mistake because Xander’s ocean eyes were mesmerizing.
He blinked himself back from the edge of catatonia and reminded himself he had a job to do. “Anyway it’s nice to meet you. Why don’t you get up on the table and I can get started on those shoulders, and while I’m working on you, you can tell me about yourself.”
Xander looked at his crutches and looked at the table.
“How about shirt off, but you can keep the track pants on?” Ollie crouched down and unzipped his backpack, then pulled a sheet out. This one didn’t say Hot Touch in neon pink. This one said Hot Touch in black. The sheet itself was neon pink. How that was supposed to be relaxing, he had no idea. He shook it out over the table. “Get as close as you can to the table, and then I’ll take your crutches and give you a hand.”
Xander grunted and shuffled toward the table. When he got to it, he leaned one elbow crutch against it and reached over his shoulder with his free hand to tug at his shirt.
“Um,” Ollie said, because there was something pitiful about watching a grown man get stuck in a T-shirt. “Let me help you there.”
Xander grunted again, muscles tense as Ollie hurried to help him draw the T-shirt over his head. Together, they ended up with it hanging from the elbow still attached to a crutch. Xander’s lip curled, and he swapped crutches, every movement painstakingly slow—and, Ollie was pretty sure from the way he moved, painful as well.
“This isn’t gonna work,” Xander said, staring at the table. “I can’t—”
The way he bit the words off, Ollie figured he wasn’t someone who was used to having to admit to any limitations.
“Okay,” he said brightly. “Tell you what. You just sit up there, and I’ll massage your shoulders and your neck. We won’t try to get you on your stomach straightaway.”
Xander gave him a look like he was about to refuse, but then he nodded abruptly. “Okay. We can try that.”
His biceps bulged, and the muscles in his neck and forearms corded as he levered himself up onto the table. A thin sheen of sweat covered his back, and Ollie wondered just how much pain he was in, and if he’d tell him when he asked.
About Lisa Henry
Lisa Henry likes to tell stories, mostly with hot guys and happily ever afters.
Lisa lives in tropical North Queensland, Australia. She doesn't know why, because she hates the heat, but she suspects she's too lazy to move. She spends half her time slaving away as a government minion, and the other half plotting her escape.
She attended university at sixteen, not because she was a child prodigy or anything, but because of a mix-up between international school systems early in life. She studied History and English, neither of them very thoroughly.
She shares her house with too many cats, a dog, a green tree frog that swims in the toilet, and as many possums as can break in every night. This is not how she imagined life as a grown-up.
Lisa has been published since 2012, and was a LAMBDA finalist for her quirky, awkward coming-of-age romance Adulting 101, and a Rainbow Awards finalist for 2019’s Anhaga.
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