He plays because he loves it, even more than himself and his desire to live an authentic life. Anson plays for his deceased father who put a football in Anson’s hands when he was a child, told him he would be a star and couldn’t wait to see him when he made it to the NFL. We hear the familiar refrain from Anson: “I just want to play”. He hasn’t even spoken out loud the word “gay” about himself, no less allowed himself to act on it. He accomplished that achievement while carrying the burden of keeping his sexuality a secret. He amplifies everything novel, beautiful, painful and real about this glorious telling of Anson Hawkins and Weston Calloway’s against-the-odds romance.Īnson is the best tight end in the NFL, playing for the Atlanta Lightning.
The man behind the mic for The Endgame audiobook is the incomparable Iggy Toma. In The Endgame, Riley Hart manages to accomplish what I didn’t think was possible: she makes a trite trope into something altogether new. The trajectory of the relationship follows a well-plotted course to the inevitable HEA. However, this oft-used trope tends to get similar treatment from book to book. Admittedly, I have a penchant for this type of M/M sports romance, when one of the main characters is torn between the pressure of the game and the pressure to be himself. I’ve read a lot of stories with a closeted professional athlete as the main character. He’s the endgame in the biggest challenge of my life, the one I’m banking my future happiness on. The odds are stacked against us, but if there’s one thing I know, it’s how to win. I have contract obligations to fulfill, and I’m closeted. Now we’re all in with each other, but he still has time left in his Senate term. But once isn’t enough, and we keep sneaking around together – brief encounters, in California, Georgia, or DC, filled with passionate touches and whispered truths. When he asks for one night together so he can show me what it’s like to be with a man, I can’t say no.
West’s the only person who knows all the parts of me, just like I know his. Though my identity doesn’t stay a secret from him for long.īetween texts and late-night phone calls, we get to know each other. At least he doesn’t know who I am – the best tight end in the NFL, playing for the Atlanta Lightning.
No one has ever guessed my secret until the gorgeous man at a bar in DC. Pretending isn’t easy, but it means I can keep playing football. I’ve always known I’m gay, but never acted on it. So, when I’m in DC and see a beautiful guy at the hotel bar, I don’t hesitate to proposition him…right before he runs out on me, leaving his sunglasses behind like my very own Cinderfella. From college, to law school, to the United States Senate representing California, I’ve done it all as an out gay man. When I left home, I swore I’d never hide anything about myself again.
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