Rule One: No Drama! Fergus Taylor is damaged goods. Reeling from a brutal breakup, he’s determined to captain his LGBT soccer team out of scandal and into a winning season. For that, he needs strict rules and careful plans. He does NOT need a brash, muscle-bound lad messing with his head and setting his body afire. John Burns has a rule of his own: Don’t get attached. Boyfriends are for guys with nothing to hide. Nobody—not his university mates, not the men he beds—knows his family’s shame, a shame that stains all Scotland. Now his double life is starting to unravel, thanks to a certain Highlander whose storm-riddled eyes turn John inside out, who wears a kilt like he was born in it. Fergus is the first man John wants to share his secret with—but he’s the last man who could handle it. John knows the truth would shatter Fergus’s still-fragile heart. But how can he live a lie when he’s falling in love? Glasgow Lads series The series features a recurring cast of teammates, but each novel contains its own stand-alone romance, so they can be read in any order. Play On, Duncan & Brodie novella - Playing for Keeps, Fergus & John novel - Playing to Win, Colin & Andrew novel - Play It Safe, Fergus & John short story - Playing with Fire, Liam & Robert novel - Play Dead, Colin & Andrew novella - Playing in the Dark, Evan & Ben novel - Play Hard, Liam & Robert novella - All Through the House, Duncan & Brodie short story - Men in Shorts: A Glasgow Lads Collection - Playing by Ear, Jamie & Perry novel, coming 2026 Glasgow Lads on Ice (spinoff/crossover series featuring curling): Throwing Stones, Luca & Oliver novel - Must Love Christmas, Garen & Simon novel John and Fergus share a palpable chemistry . They're caring of one another, aware, and definitely horny. They're also both taken by surprise with this unexpected connection they feel, and they both suffer times of uncertainty as to the viability of it all... I highly recommend this book and this author's writing. This is definitely a new-to-me author success! --Lirtle, Prism Book Alliance ® Fergus' legs may be the most talented body part when it comes to the soccer field, but off the field, I think it's John's tongue hands down. Not only can that tongue put anyone at ease (he's a natural charmer with everyone he meets), but that wicked tongue created one of the most memorably erotic scenes I've had the pleasure to read (Aye!) following shortly after one of the most memorably awkward. --Wendy, Hearts on Fire Reviews I really loved this book and it should appeal to a number of different tastes. This is first and foremost a sport-based romance. Add into that anyone who, like me, loves just about anything Scottish...In short: I really, really, really, really, need to read the rest of this series. --Prime, MM Good Book Reviews A wee excerpt from Chapter Five. John and Fergus are lying in bed after a rather...awkward first encounter: John gazed at him, then broke into a wide smile. "Hey, look. When we're horizontal, we're the same height." "Then we should be horizontal together more often." Fergus regretted the words as soon as he uttered them. He was coming on too strong. Perhaps that was why John had panicked to begin with. Hesitation flickered over John's face, then vanished like a ghost. "We should." He reached out and slowly swept his finger over Fergus's collarbone, eyes following its journey up and down the V. "Sorry about my, erm, malfunction earlier. I guess I wasn't ready." "Don't apologize. When you asked me to dinner, I assumed nothing. When I invited you over, I assumed nothing. Though you were pretty clear about what you wanted." John grimaced. "Too bad I'm all talk." He touched Fergus's chin and met his eyes. "I hope it's okay if we take things slow." Fergus reminded himself to breathe as that gaze threatened to drown him. "I can do slow if you can do slow." "Oh, I can do slow." He traced Fergus's mouth with one fingertip. "Shall I prove it?" Fergus hoped the parting of his lips was a sufficient reply, because he couldn't speak for the desire rising in him again. John eased forward and kissed him, so softly Fergus could feel his breath caress the chapped, sunburned places on his own lips. Then he gently pressed Fergus onto his back.  "I'm gonnae make you come," John whispered. "In about an hour." Fergus glanced at the clock: 10:55 p.m. "An hour? Are you serious?" "Shh. You'll see." John kissed him so slowly, carefully, artfully, that Fergus began counting the minutes, for he'd already grown hard as granite. But then he let himself just exist in this moment and feel every press of John's lips, every sweep of his tongue, every tug of his teeth. John moved to kiss his nose, lashes, brows, cheeks, chin, always returning to Fergus's mouth. Then he continued lower, covering every inch, reminding Fergus of all the sensitive places on his body he'd forgotten. Like how a tongue twirling inside his navel could make hi