Breathe

Breathe Fresh Hell #1 Charity Parkerson Punk & Sissy Publications Copyright The scanning, uploading, and distributing of this book via the internet or via any other means without the permission of the copyright owner is illegal and punishable by law. Criminal copyright infringement, including infringement without monetary gain, is investigated by the FBI and is punishable by up to 5 years in federal prison and a fine of $250,000. Please purchase only authorized electronic editions, and do not take part in or encourage electronic piracy of copyrighted materials. Brief passages may be quoted for review purposes if credit is given to the copyright holder. Your support of the author’s rights is appreciated. Any resemblances to person(s) living or dead, is completely coincidental. All items contained within this novel are products of the author’s imagination. —Warning: This book is intended for readers over the age of 18. Some of my books contain allusions to past abuse and trauma. I try to have nothing triggering on page and treat every situation with care. Copyright © 2023 Charity Parkerson Photographer: Wander Aguiar Editor: BZ Hercules & Consultants All rights reserved. Contents Introduction Prologue Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten About the Author Introduction Omri ruined Tripp’s life and career. His reputation is shot. That doesn’t mean they’re done. A stupid reality show. Tripp should have never agreed to do a celebrity season of Fresh Hell. But he honestly thought six weeks of ranch life and ridiculous challenges would be an easy million bucks in his pocket. As a pro football player, he thought he could skate through unscathed. Unfortunately, Tripp also never expects to find himself attracted to another contestant bent on winning, an overly cocky French actor named Omri, especially since Tripp has never wanted another man. He one hundred percent never expects the show and Omri to wreck his entire life. Omri never meant to level Tripp’s life. It was just a game. They were in a bubble while on the show. Their every move recorded for the world to see. He doesn’t realize until they leave the ranch how much damage he’s done. There’s no way Omri will let Tripp suffer any consequences because of him. Now he just needs Tripp to cooperate and let him fix things. Oh, and Omri needs to figure out how to fall out of love with Tripp since there’s zero chance the stubborn football star will choose him. Fresh Hell might be the name of the show that started it all, but it’s truly symbolic of the characters’ lives in this series by author Charity Parkerson, where the men will face challenges they never expected. These are a combination of sports, bi-awakening, and several other sub genres with interconnecting characters. They are best when read in order. Prologue “All new season. All new location. Celebrities on a ranch… just outside of L.A.? What? Watch this season of Fresh Hell with a new twist to see some of your favorite celebrities getting down and dirty on the farm. Will they survive?” Omri switched off the TV and set the remote aside. He pinched the spot between his eyes where a pain bloomed. What a shit show this was about to be. Chapter One Six weeks. Sixteen contestants. Tripp was so sick of hearing those words and he had just arrived. He still didn’t know why he had agreed to do this show. His momma would have been proud, he supposed. If he won, the million-dollar pot went to a local children’s hospital. She would have liked that. “Mon Dieu. Are we expected to shower here?” The loud words in a French accent floated down the stairs of the two-story house where the show was being filmed. From the moment they had stepped through the doors, strategically positioned cameras caught their every move. According to the producer, Gideon—a too-slick Hollywood type who Tripp hated on sight—the best footage would be spliced together later for viewers. The way Gideon had smiled as he made the claim still sent chills down Tripp’s spine. It was like the guy got off on watching a little too much. Yikes. “We have to share!” This time, the French accent had Tripp wandering into the hallway. Gideon stood outside an upstairs bedroom with a man Tripp had never seen before. Before that moment, Tripp had never understood what it truly meant for someone to be stunning. The guy stopped Tripp in his tracks with his face and Tripp was straight. Some facts were just undeniable, and this was one. The guy was… whoa. “I’m betting Omri Francois has never stepped foot in a house this small, much less had to share a shower. He won’t last two nights.” Tripp glanced over at the guy who spoke close to his ear. He had seen him before. James Hammer worked on another reality show Tripp caught occasionally where they restored old cars. “I don’t know who he is.” James’ eyebrows rose. “Really? Shit. I’m straight as an arrow and I’d fuck that dude. He’s big time. I don’t know how they got him here. He’s an A-lister. I wonder what they’re talking about up there.” A cameraman leaned in as he passed. “Gideon’s probably promising Omri his roommate will go home in the first vote so he can he have a room to himself.” He snickered and kept moving. Tripp and James exchanged a glance. “Who’s his roommate?” James smiled. “I am.” A smile exploded across Tripp’s face. “Good luck, then. You should probably watch your back.” James shrugged. “I’m not worried.” He patted Tripp’s shoulder. “But I’m going to head up and see if I can get his phone number just in case. I don’t want to miss my chance if I won’t be around long.” Tripp shook his head and watched James go. His gaze automatically moved to the top of the stairs and collided with Omri’s stare.