Author: Andrew Grey
Genre: M/M Contemporary
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Release Date: Oct 12 2015
Edition/Formats Available In: eBook & Print
Theatrical agent Payton Gowan meets with former classmate—and prospective client—Beckett Huntington with every intention of brushing him off. Beckett not only made high school a living hell for Payton, but he was also responsible for dashing Payton’s dreams of becoming a Broadway star.
Aspiring actor Beckett Huntington arrives in New York City on a wing and a prayer, struggling to land his first gig. He knows scoring Payton Gowan as an agent would be a great way to get his foot in the door. But with their history, getting the chance is going to be a tough sell.
Against Payton’s better judgment, he agrees to give Beckett a chance, only to discover—to his amazement—that Beckett actually does have talent.
Payton signs him but can’t trust him—until Payton’s best friend, Val, is attacked. When Beckett is there for him, Payton begins to see another side to his former bully. Amidst attempts by a jealous agent out to sabotage Beckett’s career and tear apart their blossoming love, Payton and Beckett must learn to let go of the past if they have any chance at playing out a future together.
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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I reminded myself about everything he’d done to me, and my hatred made a reappearance. I took a step toward the locker room and was bumped hard from behind. I went sprawling forward and managed to catch myself on the tile wall so I didn’t go flying headfirst onto the floor.
I turned and glared at Beckett, who looked at me, squinting like he was trying to figure something out. “Sorry,” he said insincerely. “You should watch where you’re going.”
“Yeah, me,” I called. I grabbed my towel so it didn’t end up down around my feet and stalked out to my locker, muttering.
“What was that?” Val asked. He was just now getting ready to go into the shower. Apparently he and Rod had been talking—or maybe making out somewhere, judging by how swollen Val’s lips were.
“I said they should shoot the stupid people to put them out of our misery.” I yanked open the locker and started getting dressed.
“Gorilla Boy nearly ran me over and then said I should watch where I was going.” I pulled on my underwear and then the old comfortable jeans from my bag. “I wonder if he’s capable of watching out for anyone else other than himself, or if he simply feels that he’s the center of the universe.” I was working myself up good and needed to calm down, so I shut up, turned away, and finished dressing.
“Wait for me,” Val said as he went toward the showers.
“Aren’t you meeting your friend?” I teased. I was rewarded with one of Val’s haughty looks.
“No!” he said louder than necessary, his voice thick with indignation. “I’m not that kind of guy.” Val’s serious expression lasted about two seconds, and then he broke into a grin. “He’s meeting me for dinner at La Maison at seven. Then I think I can be happy tomorrow is Friday and I don’t have to go into work until noon.”
“Slut,” I whispered.
“God, I hope so. It has been a while,” I countered, breaking the line. Val burst into peals of laughter that made a lot of the other guys look our way. I ignored them. “Go get cleaned up. I’ll meet you in the lobby.” I gathered my things, placing my dress shirt and tie in my bag along with my good shoes. I draped my suit coat and pants over my arm, grabbed my bag, and left the locker room, grateful not to be knocked off my feet as I avoided Beckett entering my bay of lockers.