Title: On Shaky Ground
Author: Andrew Grey
Series: Standalone Novella
Genre: M/M
Contemporary Romance/ Gay Romance/ LGTBQA
Publisher: Dreamspinner
Press
Release Date: June 14 2019
Edition/Formats Available In: eBook & Print (2nd
Edition {1st Edition Can Be Found in the Boundless Love Anthology})
Blurb/Synopsis:
Martin Graham built his business from the ground up with
hard work and intuition. Due to a degenerative eye disease, he’s learned to
rely on his other senses to feel out the competition. To realize his dream, he
just needs to broker one last deal… and finally secure an assistant.
Brock Littleton is desperate for money—desperate enough take
the job no one else wants: assistant to demanding, fussy, intensely private Mr.
Graham.
Everything about Brock gets under Martin’s skin in ways he
never expected, making him realize a successful business isn’t the only
component to a happy future. But as Martin’s deal comes together, one of the
prices could be the relationship with Brock that Martin is just starting to
believe could be real.
“Kelly quit last night,” Edna explained, exasperation
coloring her voice. “That’s the third assistant in four months. These kids
don’t have what it takes to stick it out for anything.” She paused in her
typing. “I thought I’d come in early to make sure everything was up to date
before I went back down to HR.”
The chair squeaked as Edna leaned back. Martin knew that
squeak; he heard it every time his assistant moved in that chair. They
complained about it, but that sound was one of the constants in his life, an
audible clue that told him something about the mostly shadowed world around
him.
“Can you find me another assistant?” he asked, suppressing a
sigh. “Maybe one who doesn’t spend her days humming some ridiculous tune or
tapping a damn pen whenever she gets nervous, which seemed to be all the dang
time.” He clenched the hand not holding his briefcase.
The chair squeaked again, and he turned his head toward the
sound. Her hands thunked on the desk, and Martin resisted the urge to lean in a
little closer to try to see her better. He already knew it was of little use.
To him, she was little more than an outline against the light from the windows
and her desk lamp, a moving specter from one of the old black-and-white films
he used to watch as a kid.
“Can I be frank, Martin?”
“You can be anyone you want to be,” he quipped in his best
Groucho Marx imitation. It garnered stone-cold silence for a few beats.
“Martin, I don’t honestly know if I can find another, but
I’ll try. The entire office has heard how hard it is to work for you. I could
double the salary of the position and no one would apply, and you know it.”
“They hate me that much?” Martin asked, his anger rising.
She sighed extra loudly, clearly wanting him to hear it.
“No, they don’t. This is a good company. The people who work here respect you.
They’ve seen what you’ve built. You’ve created an incredibly open and nurturing
environment for everyone. Opinions are respected and listened to, you value and
reward diligence, and we have flexible schedules as much as possible. And our
turnover is incredibly low, except for one particular position—the one who sits
at this desk.”
Martin humphed, walking past the desk to go into his office.
“Stop,” Edna said after he opened the door. “I haven’t gone
in there yet.” The chair squawked loudly as she got up, and her hand patted his
arm as she went by.
“What is it?” Martin asked, as though he couldn’t guess.
“She rearranged your things,” Edna said. “Give me a few
minutes.”
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