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For Other Works by Andrew Grey

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The ones listed below is for the Bronco Boy’s Only

Inside Out #1

Upside Down #2

Backward #3

Round & Round #4

Author: Andrew Grey
Title: Round and Round
Published On: Dec 14 2015
Genres: Contemporary Romance
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press

When it comes to love, Kevin Foster can’t seem to win. Some consider him a hero, but dousing an arsonist’s attempt to burn Bronco’s to the ground puts Kevin on the vengeful criminal’s radar. Afterward, the arsonist fixates on Kevin, determined to burn away every part of Kevin’s life.
Coming to Kevin’s rescue more than once, and in more ways than one, is “MacDreamy Hotness”—firefighter Angus MacTavish. Not only is Angus smitten at first sight, he learns Kevin’s nickname for him, intriguing him further.
When Angus discovers Kevin is the arsonist’s target, he takes it upon himself to protect him at any cost. Soon Kevin works his way into a heart Angus thought he’d closed off for good. Things heat up between them, but the arsonist has no intention of letting Kevin finally find happiness. Hopefully Angus and Kevin can stop him before he reduces everything Kevin values to ash—including the love igniting between him and Angus.

 

Kevin woke to knocking on his front door. He got out of bed and had the presence of mind to put on a robe before opening the door partway to see who was banging at this hour of the morning. “Mrs. Vertebedian.”

“I heard you come in late last night, and since I made baklava, I thought I’d give you some.” She offered him a plate, and he took it gratefully.

“I love you,” he whispered, and the old lady giggled. “That’s so thoughtful.”

“You know, you shouldn’t stay out till all hours. I know it’s what you kids do, but did you see there was a fire at one of those places? I know you like to go out dancing and hunting for boys, but you should be careful.”

“I was there,” he said and stepped back from the door, letting her in. Kevin had met her the day he’d moved in, and she was sweet, but very lonely. “How about I put on a pot of coffee and get dressed? Then we can sit down and eat ourselves into a delightful sugar coma, and I’ll tell you all about it.” He started the coffee and then padded to his bedroom and closed the door before pulling on clothes. When he returned, the apartment smelled of coffee, the scent enough to revive him a little. Kevin got two mugs, filled them, and handed one to his guest.

“Was it as bad as they said on the television?” she asked. Kevin placed milk and sugar on the table, and she began adding what she wanted. Lord, the amount of sugar she added was enough to turn him diabetic.

“I don’t know. I haven’t watched. The fire itself wasn’t a big deal. I put it out with the hose at the club. But someone was trampled in the panic, sort of a friend of a friend.”

“I suppose you would know him.” Kevin didn’t correct her. She didn’t need to know that there wasn’t a secret gayboy handshake or that every gay man didn’t knew every other one. It wasn’t worth the explaining, and she hadn’t meant anything by it.

“It was really sad. His boyfriend was there and lost track of him during the crush.” He sipped from his mug and closed his eyes briefly, letting the caffeine start to work its magic.

“I’m sorry, dear.” She sipped loudly and added some more milk before tasting again. Apparently it was to her liking now. “Did you say you put the fire out? Then you’re a hero.”

He shook his head. “I did what anyone would have done. The fireman said I did a good job, though.” Kevin didn’t mean to sigh, but he did. He leaned closer. “He was really cute and Scottish, I’d guess. His accent….” He rolled his eyes and held his breath, then blew it out. “Like buttah….”

“What’s his name?”

“I don’t know. In my mind I’m calling him MacDreamy Hotness, and let me tell you I’d love to see what he has under his kilt.” He cackled and Mrs. Vertebedian did the same. From her stories, she’d been a high-stepper in her youth. “But I got to see him in his fireman’s pants and a T-shirt. That was enough to start a fire.” He reached for one of the pieces of baklava and bit into it, humming at the numminess. “No one can make these like you.”

“Thank you dear,” she said, beaming, and then she ate one herself. “I used to have lots of people to bake for, but now they’re gone.”

About Andrew Grey

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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