Rebound by Andrew Grey
Series: Standalone
Genre: M/M Contemporary Romance/ Sports Romance
Publisher: DreamSpinner Press
Release Date: Feb 13 2019
Edition/Format: 1st Edition/Format ~ eBook &
Print
Blurb/Synopsis:
Professional basketball player Bri Early needs a physical
therapist after an injury, and he’s heard that Obie is the best. Bri takes an
immediate liking to the out-and-proud man with the magic touch, and even though
Bri isn’t openly gay himself, he’d never let anything stand in the way of
something he wants.
Obie can’t deny that the sexy athlete presses all his
buttons, but he’s a professional and has no intention of getting involved with
a client. While they’re working together, it’s hands off, no matter how great
the temptation.
But being a pro athlete isn’t easy. Bri has enemies, and one
of them is making his life hell. When his house is set ablaze, Bri can no
longer pretend the threatening messages he’s receiving are jokes. He needs a
safe place to stay, and Obie can’t turn his back. But the two of them in the
same house is a recipe for combustion that could burn them both….
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Just as Obie suspected, they got there only to stand in a
line a block long. Worse, it hadn’t moved more than ten feet in the last half
hour. At this rate, they would get in next Thursday. In desperation and because
he was tired of standing there, he messaged Monty and got a quick response.
“I’m inside. I’ll send Hunter out to get you.”
“The guys are with me,” Obie said.
“I’ll warn him.” The message was followed with a happy face.
And sure enough, five minutes later, Hunter, accompanied by one of the
bouncers, found them and they were escorted around the rest of the line and
into the club, which pulsated with energy.
“Oh my God,” David said, holding on to Obie’s arm as though
he might faint. “Would you look at him.” He pointed, and Obie let his gaze
follow. “Do you think he’d let me climb him like a tree?”
“No!” Obie said firmly. “Just don’t you dare.” Then he
turned at the sound of a familiar voice. There was his newest client, propped
up on crutches.
“Hunter,” he heard Bri say as they approached. “This isn’t
my thing. I’m happy to support the AIDS Research Council, but it’s getting
late. I think I’m just going to head home.”
Obie was definitely surprised to see Bri here, but then, the
evening was for a good cause. He liked that Bri cared enough to help out.
He was just about to go over and say something, but his
friend beat him to it.
“Hi, I’m David.” He held out his hand to Bri. “You’re Bri
Early, aren’t you? I’m sure I’ve seen you on television. You do those luscious
commercials for Chanel. I went out and bought some, just because of you.” He
leaned closer. “Want to check it out and see?” He pressed his upturned hand
forward so Bri could supposedly smell his wrist.
“Knock it off,” Obie said. “Be nice. He doesn’t want to
smell you.” He definitely needed to run a little interference.
“Yeah, none of us do,” Chippy added, much to David’s visible
consternation. Chippy tugged David in the direction of the bar as Monty joined
Hunter, wrapping an arm around him.
“Dang, half of gay Philly is here tonight.” Monty looked up
at Hunter, his partner. “I think I need to mark you, just so all the trolling
queens will keep their damn distance,” he said, louder than was necessary. The
circle of guys inching their way closer seemed to back away a little, but not
for long. It seemed they had their sights on Bri as well.
“I know. Thanks, Hunter, for coming to our rescue,” Obie
said. “I thought we’d be in that line forever.”
“Speaking of rescues, do you think you could give me a
little help?” Bri glanced around, his deep brown eyes a little dazed as the
vultures seemed to close in.
“No problem.” Obie walked to his left side, taking Bri’s
arm. “Let’s see if we can find a table.” Obie gave the onlookers his best “He’s
with me, bitches” look and guided his new client over to a table with a
Reserved sign on it. Hunter slid right in with Monty, and Obie made sure Bri
got settled before he took a place next to him.
“What can I get you?” a buff server asked, a black T-shirt,
at least two sizes too small, straining over his chest and biceps.
“Club soda with lime,” Bri ordered.
“I’ll have the same. I need to make sure I can get my
friends home in one piece.” Obie thanked the server as he was leaving.
“They seem a little feral,” Bri said, and Obie chuckled.
Damn, he couldn’t help it.
“They’re good guys, believe it or not. Even if they’re a
little over the top sometimes.” He turned to see David and Chippy on their way
over, each with their hands full.
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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