OS: Welcome to Andrew Grey! He’s kind enough to stop by today and chat about his new book: Ebb and Flow!
Thanks for having me!One of the things that Dominic and I will be doing over the next few years will be to relocate to Florida. We are both tired of the cold weather. I had been talking about making this move for some time, but Dominic was resistant. That is until we arrived in Orlando in March a few years ago for the Dreamspinner Conference. We got on the plane with a dusting of snow on the ground and a cold wind blowing. We got off the plane and it was 82 degrees. Dominic turned to me and remarked how nice it was. Then he shocked me and asked how long before we were going to move to Florida.“Eight to ten years,” I answered him as he watched the airport pass byDominic nudged my arm. “That long.” Okay then I guess he was more on board than I thought.We are still deciding where we will live, but Ebb and Flow is part of that exploration of places to relocate.
To achieve happiness, they’ll have to find the courage to be their own men.
As first mate on a charter fishing boat, Billy Ray meets a lot of people, but not one of them has made him as uncomfortable as Skippy—because he’s drawn to Skippy as surely as the moon pulls the tides, and he’s almost as powerless to resist. Billy Ray has spent his life denying who he is to avoid the wrath of his religious father, and he can’t allow anyone to see through his carefully built façade.
Skippy is only in town on business and will have to return to Boston once he’s through. But he doesn’t count on Billy Ray capturing his attention and touching his heart. After all, his father has certain expectations, and one of them is not him staying in Florida.
Billy Ray doesn’t realize just how much he and Skippy have in common, though. They’re both living to please their fathers instead of following their own dreams—a fact that becomes painfully obvious when they get to know each other and realize how much joy they’ve denied themselves. While they can’t change the past, they can begin a future together and make up for lost time—as long as they’re willing to face the consequences of charting their own course.
Skippy got up and stood in the center, watching out the back as he inhaled deeply. On the first of these trips, he’d been surprised. He’d expected the water to smell sort of fishy, but it hadn’t. The air hung with moisture but smelled clean and, in its own way, fresh, unspoiled. One of these times he was going to charter a sailboat and spend time on the water without an engine—just water and wind.
“Be careful,” Bubba cautioned him, and Skippy stood with his legs apart, balancing with the moving boat. He nodded and continued his mini-Zen moment. “Are you really okay?”
“Yes.” Skippy turned to Bubba. “He saved me from taking a swim.” He stood behind Bubba’s chair, looking out at what he was seeing.
“I was raised on the water. My dad said I learned to swim before I could walk.” Bubba continually scanned the horizon and watched the instruments and GPS navigator. “This is what I really love to do.”
“We should all do what we love.” Skippy smiled and continued watching while listening to the guys as they broke into the food again. Bubba turned, presumably to check on Billy Ray, and Skippy followed his gaze, unable to look away as Billy Ray got all the hooks baited in preparation for their first stop. What Skippy noticed most was the slight hitch in Billy Ray’s steps. He didn’t move as easily as he had before, and it became clear that while Skippy hadn’t been hurt, Billy Ray might have pulled or bruised his right leg or foot.
Bubba turned back and opened up the engines even further, sending them flying over the water in an exhilarating display of speed that Skippy felt up his feet and legs and right into his balls, which drew close as excitement rose. He needed to get his dick under control and his thoughts on fishing and off the hot deckhand.
Eventually Bubba pulled to a stop, and they each took their place at the poles. Finally Skippy was able to get his mind on a task. That was, until Billy Ray stood near him to check on their lines and rebait his hook. Then the low-watt zing started once again, and he nearly hooked himself getting his line in the water.
Andrew grew up in western Michigan with a father who loved to tell stories and a mother who loved to read them. Since then he has lived throughout the country and traveled throughout the world. He has a master’s degree from the University of Wisconsin-Milwaukee and works in information systems for a large corporation.
Andrew’s hobbies include collecting antiques, gardening, and leaving his dirty dishes anywhere but in the sink (particularly when writing) He considers himself blessed with an accepting family, fantastic friends, and the world’s most supportive and loving partner. Andrew currently lives in beautiful, historic Carlisle, Pennsylvania.
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