Hoping to fall in love with a squee-inducing queer romance in 2020?
EW can exclusively reveal the covers for both books, and also share an exclusive excerpt from each.
The book hits shelves June 2.
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I cant wait to share it with the world!
Hall, who hails from England, praised the very British nature of his cover.
There are actual proverbs about not judging books by their covers, he said in a statement.
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See the covers and read excerpts from both books below.
Excerpt from Conventionally Yours, by Annabeth Albert
CONRAD
Want to do the photo booth?
Havent we been squashed together enough?
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I tried to push that thought away.
Have you ever tried it?
We squeezed in, him in front of me again.
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With the curtain drawn, the temptation to touch him, to pull him close became almost unbearable.
His scent filled all my senses, making my body hum like a space heater, warmth zooming everywhere.
I pushed the start button hard enough to make the booth shake.
But man, how I wanted to.
Conrads hand on my abdomen seemed to burn a path straight to my brain, wiping out essential neurons.
This was probably how Conrad acted with all his friends.
No way could I let him know how this was affecting me.
His breath was hot on my neck, warm prickles, more sparks of heat.
I shifted and he inhaled sharply right before the final picture.
He was so solid behind me, and the temptation to relax into him was almost overwhelming.
I could still hear voices outside, kids laughing, parents calling after them.
Despite how it felt, this wasnt actually a private cocoon.
Let my head tip back the way it seemed to want to?
What would happen next?
That was where my brain kept short-circuiting.
I couldnt let myself even daydream about it.
This was Conrad being nice.
Lets see the pictures.
My voice came out low and husky, something wrong with my vocal cords.
I exited first, grabbing the strip as the machine spit it out.
Conrad peered over my shoulder, still way too close.
Not silly at all.
No, they werent funny pictures in the slightest.
Instead, we looked…happy.
Like my-oldest-sisters-wedding-pictures happylike a couple radiating the kind of affection that seemed to transcend paper and ink.
It was…unsettling.
Like seeing my deeply hidden private wishes exposed for public consumption, leaving me raw and vulnerable.
Want me to snap a copy of it?
Conrad asked, still looking himself.
I wondered what he saw, if I was hallucinating about the happiness in our eyes.
We dont need to bother the others with a picture right now.
I want to keep it anyway.
I asked, my voice somewhat back to normal.
[Conventionally Yourswill include illustrations done by artist Lauren Dombrowski, like the one above.]
To be honest, I probably wasnt going to get anything back.
Then again, its amazing what rich people will do for free food.
Ive thought about it and we probably should text each other for the sake of verisimilitude.
There was no reply.
Even though I sat around til half one definitely not caring.
I was unexpectedly de-sleeped by a buzzing from my phone at five am:My apologies.
Next time, Ill send a photograph of my penis.And then several further buzzings.
That was a joke.
I should probably make it clear that Im not intending to send you any pictures.
Ive never sent that sort of thing to anybody.
As a lawyer, its hard not to be aware of the potential consequences.
I was awake now, which normally Id have found profoundly objectionable.
I also realise youre probably asleep at the moment.
So perhaps if you could just delete the previous five messages when you wake up.
Its just not something Im comfortable with.
Of course if it is something youre comfortable with I understand.
Not that Im suggesting you have to send me a picture of your penis.
Oh God, can you kindly delete every text Ive ever sent you.
There was another pause.
Then,Im very embarrassed, Lucien.
kindly dont make it worse.
I honestly dont know what possessed me.
Maybe I just felt sorry for him.
Okay, now I wish I hadnt bothered.
Except a second or two later, I gotIm looking forward to seeing you too.
And while that felt better, it was, if anything, even more confusing.
