Title: Backward
Author: Andrew Grey
Series: Bronco Boy’s #3
Genre: M/M
Contemporary Romance
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Release Date: Feb 2015
Edition/Formats Available In: eBook & Print
Club owner Harry Klinger has had his eye on Tristan Martin
for months, but never had the nerve to approach him. He’s watched as Tristan
dated Eddie and then reluctantly sat on the sidelines during the emotional
breakup when Tristan discovered Eddie was dealing drugs. Now that Tristan seems
to be healing, Harry hopes to get his chance.
When Eddie sends his men into Harry’s club to harass
Tristan, Harry steps in to help. Tristan is reluctant at first since he
admittedly has terrible taste in men, but Harry seems genuine, and Tristan
can’t help but think Harry’s sexy as well and begins to hope for happiness for
both of them.
Unfortunately, Eddie isn't behaving rationally, sampling too
much of his own product. With his determination to take Tristan back, it’ll
take more than Harry’s help to keep Tristan safe as Eddie ratchets up his
attempts to get what he wants.
Review
I was given a copy of Backward to review in exchange for my honest opinion. A few months ago I was introduced to Andrew Grey's writing and loved it. Backward did not disappoint me. I enjoyed it. Tristan is our damsel in distress to put it lightly. He isn't too whiny but does have a strange fear of cats which caused me to chuckle while reading. Harry is the knight in shinning armor that goes to Tristan's rescue. Harry rushes in to help Tristan when he needs it. This is after watching him from afar and thinking he wasn't good enough so to say. When Tristan's ex decides to stir up some trouble Harry is there to help.
Both men have had horrible experiences with past relationships.
Although, Tristan is more of the damsel he does step up when there is a problem. He has his moments and Harry loves him. The two men are perfect for each other. I love the family bond that the men of this series have formed. This series shows true bonds and friendships.
This book is part of a series. I can't wait to read the rest of the series especially to learn more about Spook. Spook is an unusual but amazing man.
If you are looking for a good quick read this is it.
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Excerpt
“Yeah,” Zach said. He sprung off his stool and went over to
Tristan. “You aren't ruining anything. I only came over because I saw he was
bad news and figured I’d help get you out of there.” Zach took Tristan by the
hand and tugged him back around the table to his seat. “There’s nothing to
worry about.” Zach waited until Tristan sat back on his stool before going to
stand next to Bull and putting an arm around his waist. At least he tried. Bull
was built like his namesake, and Zach’s arm was only so long. If Harry had to
guess when he saw Bull startle just a little, Zach had most likely slipped his
hand into Bull’s back pocket and was copping a good feel. “Bull and Harry saw
what was happening and handled it. I doubt they’ll be back.” Zach looked up at
Bull with a mixture of love and wonderment. That look said it all, and it
pulled a smile from Bull.
Harry wanted what they had so damn bad his chest ached like
someone had reached in and ripped out his heart. Well, if he were truthful,
someone had once done just that. But he pushed those feelings away. They were
useless right now, and he was at the club—keeping his mind on the job was what
was important right now. “You don’t know these guys.”
“You know all you have to do is signal Bull, me, or any one
of the bouncers, and we’ll take care of anything threatening,” Harry said.
“See?” Zach said with a smile and then stepped away from
Bull. “I need to finish my drink, and then you and I are going to light his
place up.” The energy from those few words was enough to light the club for a
month.
“I don’t know if I’m up for it anymore,” Tristan said.
“Sure you are,” Zach countered. “It’s exactly what you need,
and you know it.”
“I’ll go get another round—it’s my turn—and then we can all
dance,” Kevin volunteered and began threading his way across the floor. Harry
watched as Kevin was waylaid by a group of guys. They opened their little dance
pod, and Kevin slipped right in, grinding against one and then the other of the
men, obviously having the time of his life. Harry liked how Kevin threw himself
into everything he did. Maybe he threw himself into things a little too much
for Harry’s liking, especially guys. Kevin was into men, lots of them… and
having a good time. Harry knew there was nothing wrong with that. He’d done
that at one time in his life, but he wasn't interested in that now. What he
wanted more than anything was the man who stared broodingly at his now empty
glass.
“Everything is going to be fine,” Zach said to Tristan.
Bull said something Harry didn't catch, but from the way he
headed toward the front door, Harry knew he was in full “head of security” mode
once again. Harry told the guys to have fun and worked his way around the edge
of the writhing dance floor to the bar.
“How are things going?” Harry asked Rodney, one of the
bartenders. Rodney always had a ready smile for him. Harry knew the hot guy had
a thing for him. In fact, he and Rodney had gone home together once, after a
particularly long night. It had just been the one time, and while Rodney was
sex on wheels with the way he looked in his skintight black T-shirt with the
sleeves cut off to accentuate his cannonball shoulders, and had to beat the
guys off on a nightly basis, there hadn't been anything between them other than
sex. Harry was also keenly aware of the dangers of becoming involved with
someone he worked with, so he’d backed off as carefully as he could.
“Business is good,” Rodney said in his James Earl Jones
voice. That alone got almost as many guys as his looks. Harry had seen guys go
breathless when Rodney spoke to them. “We’re going to need more of the orange
vodka.” He didn't stop working as he talked, hands continuing to mix drinks.
“There’s some more in the back.” Harry paused. “Wasn't the
bar stocked properly?”
“It was, but there’s been a run on the stuff. Don’t know
why.” Rodney continued working, and Harry stepped back from the bar. He saw
Chris, one of the bouncers, and asked him if he’d bring a few bottles out from
the back. He nodded and hurried to do what Harry asked. Harry left the club
floor, and as soon as the door closed behind him, shutting out most of the
music, he leaned against the wall in the hallway, taking a deep breath, letting
his ears adjust to the noise level.
“You okay?” Chris asked as he hurried past with a bottle of
orange vodka in each hand.
“I’m good,” Harry said, forcing a smile. He pushed away from
the wall and walked into the office, then closed the door. The beat of the
music permeated this far, but that was all. He sat down with a sigh and glanced
up at the security monitors that lined the wall in front of him. He scanned the
screens, looking for anything out of the ordinary. He didn't see anything and
forced his attention on the mountain of work that waited for him.
His brain refused to settle, and Harry once again looked at
the camera monitors. This time movement caught his eye. He used his keyboard to
zoom in, and his breath caught. The guys were dancing. That in itself wasn’t
unusual. What had caught his attention was Tristan and the way he seemed to
have let go. He threw his entire body into the dance, gracefully moving from
one step to the other. Harry wanted to hear what Tristan was dancing to and
turned up the volume on the computer, tuning it to the club music system.
Instantly Harry was transported and wished he was on the floor, that Tristan
was dancing like that for him. Harry was mesmerized. He leaned forward, elbows
on the desk, staring at the screen. He’d seen Tristan dance before, but there
was something different in the way he moved tonight. Maybe he was working out
his frustrations? Whatever it was, Tristan was stunning, and not just to Harry.
The other guys on the floor were definitely taking notice. Harry watched as guy
after guy moved into Tristan’s sphere of influence.
Tristan danced with the guys but didn't show a particular
interest in any of them. Zach moved into view, dancing with Tristan, and
Tristan’s movements became even more fluid and relaxed.
“Harry,” Bull said from the doorway. “Something wrong?”
Harry snapped his attention away from the screen and turned
down the volume, embarrassed that he’d been so engrossed in watching Tristan
that he’d ignored everything. He hadn't even heard Bull come in.
“No,” he answered too quickly. He saw Bull shift his gaze to
the monitors, and instantly he felt like some lecherous voyeur with Tristan
still front and center on the uppermost monitor.
Bull shook his head. “You need to stop mooning over that kid
and do something about it. You’ll go home with some nameless kid at the end of
the night because you don’t want to be alone, but you won’t talk to the guy
you've been interested in for months.” Bull shook his bald head.
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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