Author: Andrew Grey
Series: Carlisle Cops #3
Genre: M/M Contemporary Romance
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Release Date: Jan 11 2016
Edition/Formats Available In: eBook & Print
Since the death of their mother, Josten Applewhite has done what he’s had to do to take care of his little brother and keep their small family together. But in an instant, a stroke of bad luck tears down what little home he’s managed to build, and Joss and Isaac end up on the streets.
That’s were Officer Kip Rogers finds them, and even though he knows he should let the proper authorities handle things, he cannot find it in his heart to turn them away, going so far as to invite them to stay in his home until they get back on their feet. With the help of Kip and his friends, Joss starts to rebuild his life. But experience has taught him nothing comes for free, and the generosity seems too good to be true—just like everything about Kip.
Kip knows he’s falling hard for Joss, and he likes the way Joss and (brother) make his big house feel like a home. But their arrangement can’t be permanent, not with Joss set on making his own way. Then a distant relative emerges, determined to destroy Joss’s family, and Kip knows Joss needs him—even if he’s not ready to admit it.
Josten woke with a start. It was still dark, but he was too warm and definitely too comfortable. Something was wrong. When he opened his eyes and saw the streetlight-illuminated room with a fireplace and nice curtains, he remembered. Isaac was still asleep, burrowed down into the covers, pressed right against him, but he began to stir. Josten wanted to break into tears, but he’d already done that once and that was enough. He and Isaac had been fed and given a place to sleep that wasn’t on the streets or in one of those dormitory rooms with dozens of other people snoring, crying out, or just plain yelling their fear and terror in the middle of the night.
“Josten,” Isaac whined from next to him. “I have to go.”
“Okay,” Jos said and lifted Isaac out of the bed. He quietly opened the door and walked as softly as he could across the upstairs hall to the bathroom, where a nightlight burned. He set him on the potty so he could go.
“I like it here. It’s warm and there are no scary people.”
“Can we stay here? Mr. Policeman seems nice.”
“I doubt it,” Jos said. This was only for one night, and after Kip gave them some food in the morning, he and Isaac would be on their way. Maybe he could find a way to make some money so the two of them could get to a place where they might have a chance. What he needed was a job and a place to live. He’d had both of those not long ago, but then everything had gone to hell in two days. Two fucking days was all it had taken to pull his life away from him and put both him and Isaac on the streets. He hadn’t known it could happen that fast, but it had, and Jos didn’t know what to do to fix it. “Are you done?”
Isaac nodded, and Jos helped him off the toilet and helped him wipe. Then Jos pulled up his pajamas and lifted him into his arms. When he opened the door, he found Kip coming up the stairs with a glass of water. Jos smiled and took Isaac back to the bedroom and closed the door. He heard Kip go back to his room, and then the house was still once more.
“This is really nice,” Isaac said as he burrowed under the covers.
“I know it is, but we can’t get used to it, okay? I don’t know where we’re going to have to sleep tomorrow, but I’ll do my best for you. I can promise you that.” Jos hugged Isaac to him. “Now go to sleep, okay?”
“Okay,” Isaac said and laid his head on the pillows. They were too soft for the likes of them. It had been longer than Jos wanted to admit since he’d slept someplace as nice as this. His fears for tomorrow kept him awake for a while, but fatigue eventually won out.
Describe (in words and/or photos) your writing space. What do you like? What would you change?
Each day I get up at about 6:30 with Dominic and I dress in sweat pants and a t-shirt and I move from my bedroom to my writing room. It also happens to be Dominic and my television room. It has a sofa and a leather chair and I settle in one or the other with my lap desk and laptop on my lap and get to work. The room is upstairs in the back of the house, so I rarely hear anything from outside.
There are times when I’m writing that I need something to ignore so I turn on the television. I have some favorite shows to ignore. The Price is Right is at the top of the list. I have ignored that particular show more than any other. I never watch a show that I’ll find interesting until break time otherwise I get nothing done.
The one thing I’d change about my writing room is that I’d make it warmer. We have steam heat in the house and that room is farthest from the boiler, so it can get cool in the winter. I have blankets that I throw over my legs and I keep writing. (I’d rather be cool than too hot)
All in all, I like my writing space. Though I have to admit that right this moment, as I’m writing this post, I’m in a cabin on a cruise ship and I’m trying to figure out how I can make this my permanent writing space. But then again, I might never get much done. J
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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The ones listed below is for the Carlisle Cops Only
Fire and Water (1)
Fire and Ice (2)
Fire and Rain (3)