Title: Unfamiliar Waters
Author: Andrew Grey
Genre: M/M Contemporary Romance/ Law Enforcement
Publisher: DreamSpinner Press
Release Date: Jan 8 2019
Edition/Format: 1st Edition/Format ~ eBook & Print
With the pressures of the job bearing down on him, police officer Garrett Wreckley needs a vacation—in fact, he isn’t given a choice in the matter. Since the water has always soothed Garrett’s soul, he heads to the Caribbean, hoping some time alone sailing on the open water will help him pull himself together.
But even though he’s taking a break from law enforcement, Garrett can’t get rid of his cop’s instinct so easily.
He meets Nigel, a young man as innocent as he is beautiful, who grew up sheltered from the world, exploring the beaches and tropical forests with only the company of his aunt, his brother, and the wildlife and sea creatures he befriended.
As sweet, passionate love blooms, their time in paradise feels too good to be true… and Garrett’s gut and training tell him that might be the case. As he investigates, he quickly realizes everything is not as it seems. Will his snooping destroy not only their romance, but everything Nigel believes about his life?
EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT for the Unfamiliar Waters by Andrew Grey
The bell rang again, and after a little while, as the sky reddened and the clouds blazed with color, Nigel appeared on the beach. He waved, and Garrett waved back. Not up for swimming this time, he climbed into the small inflatable dinghy and rowed the short distance to shore.
“I came back as soon as I could.” Nigel hurried over to him and helped Garrett pull the boat up on shore before kissing him. The joy that radiated from Nigel took on a life of its own and carried Garrett right along with it.
“Are you sneaking away so you can come see me?” Garrett asked, stroking Nigel’s cheek. So much for subtlety. His plans flew out the window as soon as he had Nigel in his arms.
Nigel glanced downward. There was no guile in him in the least. “Yes. Fairfield is very protective, and he keeps a watch on us. Jules nearly drowned last year when a current got hold of him. I was able to rescue him in my canoe, but Fairfield has been extra protective ever since. I think he takes it as his personal responsibility to keep us safe.” Nigel blinked a few times. “But there are some things he doesn’t need to know, and I like that I can have you all to myself. There are just the four of us and the villagers on the island, so we share just about everything. But I like that I don’t have to share you. I can make believe that you’re mine… at least for as long as you stay.”
“Are Fairfield and your aunt married?” Garrett asked. “Or involved with each other?”
Nigel giggled and put his hand over his mouth. “Fairfield is too old.”
“You know, people of different ages fall in love, especially when they’ve been together somewhere, like on an island, for a long time.”
Nigel tilted his head slightly, like he’d never thought of the possibility. Then he shivered and rolled his eyes.
“I take it the idea is kind of disturbing.”
“Like eating a rotten coconut.” Nigel made a face, complete with scrunched-up eyes and his tongue sticking out. Garrett chuckled under his breath, trying with all his might not to think about that perfect pink tongue. “That’s not tasty.”
“I don’t suppose it is.” Garrett wanted to ask him more about his home and his aunt and caretaker, but Nigel took his hand and began tugging him up the beach toward an old rockfall, worn smooth by the waves, that made the northern boundary of the beach.
“Come on. It’s fun to climb.” Nigel scampered over, and Garrett followed.
The rockfall created a second, much smaller cove where the waves had carved the island back a good twenty feet and left a tidal pool. Even in the setting sun, Garrett could see marine life filling the pool, scooting away as they approached.
“Where are we going?” Garrett asked as Nigel continued forward, around the edge of the pool and then to the far edge of the jungle. A cave had been carved into a rock wall that went up twenty feet or so.
“The waves don’t reach here anymore,” Nigel said as he went inside. That might have been true, but Garrett wondered what else used the cave. It wasn’t too deep, and he stepped around a small firepit. “Be right back.” Nigel hurried away and returned with an armload of sticks and dry leaves that he used to make a small fire. “Are you hungry? I can get some food. Just feed the sticks into the fire.” Then Nigel was gone, and Garrett sat alone in the cave with a crackling fire.
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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