Title: Growing his Dream
Author: Andrew Grey
Series: Dream Series (Book 2)
Genre:
M/M Contemporary Romance
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Release Date: June 8 2017
Edition/Formats Available In: eBook &
Print
Blurb/Synopsis:
Love can grow in even the harshest
conditions.
Life has been a struggle for Lachlan Buttar
ever since his mother passed away and left him unprepared to take care of
himself. He goes from homeless to staying with a local minister—but it soon
becomes clear he will be better off, and safer, on his own. Fortunately Foster
and Javi encounter the young man and offer him a real home on their dairy farm.
It’s there that Lachlan meets another of
the workers, local farmer Abe Armitage. Though the attraction between them is
instant, Abe refuses to act on it until Lachlan comes of age. By then, strong
feelings have taken root, and a passionate romance quickly blossoms. But both
men carry baggage that could crush any chance of happiness together,
particularly since Lachlan witnessed a crime, and there are those who will do
anything to make sure he cannot reveal what he’s seen.
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Excerpt:
Lachlan’s steps grew more tortuous as he
continued, the pain he’d been trying to ignore becoming impossible. He sat on
an old stump and breathed a sigh of relief as the sharp pain became a dull ache
and slowly receded. He didn’t dare take his right shoe off to rub his foot and
make it feel better. It was likely swollen, and putting his shoe back on would
be agony. Normally his feet were fine, but these shoes were… well, maybe he’d
be better off barefoot. Lachlan got back up and continued on, one step at a time,
and after a while, the second hand shoes that were probably one size to small,
didn’t hurt so much anymore.
Knowing he had miles left to go, he picked
up his pace, since walking faster would mean he’d get where he needed to go all
that much sooner. Of course, that was when the rain started. Not just a mist,
but a spring rain, full on. Lachlan got out the umbrella, opened it, and held
the small amount of cover right over him, walking on. The umbrella did a good
job of keeping his upper body dry, but his lower pant legs were soon wet and
his shoes and socks soaked through.
The pain in his foot came back with a
vengeance a few minutes later, and Lachlan looked around for some sort of
shelter. There were a few buildings ahead, and he single-mindedly headed for
them.
He approached a farmhouse that, with its
peeling white paint, looked as aching and miserable in this rain as Lachlan
felt, but he was becoming desperate and turned off the road to walk up the
drive. He took three steps, and a dog—big, black, and barking up a storm—raced
around the side of the house, coming right for him. Lachlan turned back around
and walked as fast as he could to the road, thankful the dog stopped at the end
of the driveway, barking its fool head off, snarling, and watching after him.
So Lachlan trudged on.
He crossed another intersection, the
moisture seeming to climb his body, seeping deeper under his clothes, sapping
away the heat. Misery joined his pain, but he had no other choice—he had to
keep going. On the corner he passed what looked like a small stand of some
sort, and Lachlan wondered if it was unlocked. He tried the door and it didn’t
open. God, if he could only crawl inside, he’d have some shelter from the rain
and would be able to rest for a while. No such luck.
At the next driveway, he stopped, wondering
if there was another dog set to come at him. He didn’t see one. All he saw were
cows huddled together, black-and-white beasts under an overhang, waiting out
the rain.
Lachlan walked up the drive, half dragging
his aching foot, which caught on a rock. He lost his balance, tried to catch
himself, and managed to, partway, and at least he didn’t go head over heels. He
ended up in the ditch, his feet and legs in frigid water. “Damn it,” he swore
as his misery increased even more. Lachlan got up and groaned. The umbrella,
his only shelter, was bent and torn. He tried to fix it, but that only made
things worse and the spines just broke off.
He wanted to cry, but instead closed it and
threw it on the ground. He didn’t know what to do.
“Young man!” someone called. “Did you hurt
yourself?” An old lady under a large black umbrella was walking slowly toward
him.
Author Information
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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