Author: Andrew Grey
Series: Without Borders #2
Genre: M/M Contemporary
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Release Date: July 19 2015
Edition/Formats Available In: eBook & Print
Blurb/Synopsis:
Dillon McDowell, an infectious disease specialist, jumps at the opportunity to work with Doctors Without Borders in Liberia. But when he arrives, things are very different than he expected, and he’s out of his depth. Will Scarlet takes him under his wing and helps him adjust. A hint of normalcy comes when a group of local boys invite Dillon to play soccer.
Will’s family rejected him for being gay, and he’s closed off his heart. Even though meeting Dillon opens him to the possibility of love, he’s wary. They come from different worlds, and Will plans to volunteer for another stint overseas. But Will realizes what Dillon means to him when Dillon becomes ill, and they can no longer deny their feelings.
When Dillon’s soccer friends lose their parents and aunt to disease, Will and Dillon must work together to ensure that the boys aren’t cast adrift in a society that’s afraid they might be contagious. They must also decide if their feelings are real or just the result of proximity and hardship.
Except
Alejandro was already beginning to think this wasn’t the
best idea in the world. The club grew busier by the second. Couples and groups
filled the dance floor, but other than a few obvious guys, he wasn’t able to
make out anyone who might be single or interested. This was the part of the
night he hated. He could never tell who was interested in whom, so unless
people came up to him the way Connie had, he tended to stay near the sidelines
and watch.
He got up and walked around the edge of the dance floor in
search of the restroom and found a small sign pointing down a hallway off to
the side. He made his way down and inside. The room was packed with guys
waiting and washing up.
Alejandro made out the usual characters. There was the guy
staying out of the way, hanging out at the sinks, trying to signal
availability. He was most likely a hustler, so Alejandro was careful not to
make eye contact. Finally a bathroom stall opened up and Alejandro went inside,
then closed and locked the door. Next door were the unmistakable slurping
sounds of someone getting a blow job, combined with the occasional flash of
knees from under the partition. Alejandro took care of business as quickly as
he could, thankful there was toilet paper, and was about to leave when someone
knocked on the door. He wasn’t sure what they wanted, but all he was interested
in was getting the hell out of here. Alejandro pulled open the door and nearly
bowled over the guy who’d been hanging out around the sinks. Without looking at
anyone, he washed his hands and then raced for the exit, head down,
acknowledging no one at all.
As soon as he left the bathroom, he stepped out into the
dark club and couldn’t see a thing. He always had trouble going from bright to
dark spaces. His eyes adjusted slowly to night vision. Alejandro took a step to
the side and bumped into someone. He excused himself and tried to get out of
the way, heading toward one of the steady blobs of light. Then he bumped a
table.
“Excuse me, I’m sorry,” he mumbled and stood still. In just
a few moments his eyes would adjust and he’d be able to see well enough once
again.
“Is something wrong?”
Alejandro knew that voice. He hadn’t heard it much during
the yoga class, but it was impressed on his brain. “Ember?” he asked hopefully.
“Yes, and you’re Alejandro. I remember you from my class.
Are you all right?”
“My eyes have trouble going from bright to dark places, and
I was blinded for a few seconds.” He blinked and the room came into focus. “I appreciate
your help.” He’d started to move away from the table when he saw six sets of
eyes staring at him.
“Where’s your table?” Ember asked and lightly touched
Alejandro’s arm. Alejandro nearly pulled away out of reflex.
“On the far side of the dance floor.” He hated that he had
this trouble with his eyes. It made him feel helpless sometimes, and he hated
being at the mercy of others.
“I’ll make sure you get there. This place is packed.”
“You don’t have to. I’m okay now.” The words were out of his
mouth and he wanted to take them back instantly. Ember was willing to help him
get back to his table, but Alejandro had just told him no. How stupid was that?
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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