Long and Short Reviews welcomes back Andrew Grey who is visiting with us to celebrate the recent release of Fire and Agate, the third book in his Carlisle Deputies series.
How about a little fun? Here are my top 5 theme songs. These are ones that really seem to get to me no matter what and can help change a mood when I need to.
1) Play Your Own Kind of Music– From Mama Cass – This song gets me every time.
2) Dancing Queen – ABBA – I think this is a no brainer.
3) Love Changes Everything – Andrew Lloyd Webber – This song tugs at my romantic heart
4) Music of the Night – Andrew Lloyd Webber – Same as above. My romantic heart soaks it in
5) Hello – From Book of Mormon – Because it always makes me smile.
When Chris Anducci is moved off jail duty and into the sheriff’s office, he doesn’t expect his first assignment to be protecting a witness against a human trafficking ring. Knowing the new sheriff doesn’t abide screw-ups, Chris reluctantly agrees to work the case.
Pavle Kasun has spent the last four years of his life at the mercy of others. When an opportunity presented itself, he took it, resulting in his rescue. Now the safe houses he’s placed in are being threatened and he needs protection if he is to have any sort of chance at a life.
Chris opens his home to Pavle, but he doesn’t expect Pavle and his story to get under his skin… and stay there. Soon they discover they have more in common than either of them thought. Slowly Pavle comes out of his shell and Chris finds someone who touches his heart. But as the men looking for Pavle close in, they will stop at nothing to get him out of the way. But even if Chris can keep him safe, he might not be able to protect his heart if Pavle moves back home.
Enjoy an Excerpt:
“I’m making breakfast.” Chris put a pan of bacon in the oven and started working on some eggs and toast. “Do you want some juice?”
Pavle nodded. “Yes, thank you,” he said warily, watching him. Pavle watched everything he did, each and every second.
Once the food was ready, Chris placed the plates and utensils, along with juice glasses and some fresh fruit, on a tray and carried it outside. He loved to eat on the patio. Once he set the tray on the table, he turned to find that Pavle hadn’t followed him. Pavle stood in the kitchen doorway, looking outside but not moving.
“Oh my God,” Chris whispered to himself, wondering when the last time had been that Pavle had stayed outside during the day… or at any time. “You can come out,” he said, louder.
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“Are you hungry?” Chris asked softly, and Pavle nodded after a second. He walked over, his head craning from side to side. Chris indicated the chair, and Pavle sat down but didn’t eat. “That’s yours,” Chris said, and started eating.
“I no understand,” Pavle said.
Chris paused and set down his fork. “Tell me. You can talk all you like. Talk to me.” God, he was trying to infer what Pavle thought and felt from his actions and inactions, and it was hard as hell.
“I no…,” Pavle started, breathing rapidly. “You… last night….” Agitation rang in his voice. Chris wanted nothing more than to take him in his arms to comfort him, but didn’t dare.
“What about last night?” Chris asked.
Pavle’s eyes swirled with confusion and doubt. Chris waited patiently, letting Pavle think about what he wanted to say. “You no… I have to pay, and….”
Chris shook his head slowly. “No. You don’t have to pay. Marie and I are helping you, and we want nothing in return.” He tapped Pavle’s plate. “You eat all you want. And you don’t have to pay me back.” He was so tempted to take Pavle’s hand to comfort him, but he resisted. “Those days are over. Your body is your own, and no one is going to make you pay for things with it. Not me, not Marie.” Now he hoped Pavle understood. “Go ahead and eat.” He smiled, and Pavle picked up his fork, digging into the food.
Chris finished his breakfast and put his dishes on the tray. Pavle drank his juice and smacked his lips. When Chris took his dishes inside, he brought the bottle and refilled Pavle’s glass. Pavle looked up at him as though wondering what Chris wanted from him, but Chris decided to ignore the look. He’d also brought the coffee pot and refilled his mug and topped off Pavle’s.
Today was his day off, so at least he wasn’t going to have to figure out what to do with Pavle while he was gone, not until Friday when he was back on shift. That gave him a couple of days. His phone chimed and he picked it up off the table. He answered Marie’s text, saying they were doing okay and he was going to take Pavle to the store to get him some clothes. He hoped that was a good idea.
About the Author: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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