USA Today Bestselling Author
Robert Monroe sold five romances under a pen name and they did well enough. He sold his first gay romance under his real name and it hit number one. The pressure to follow it up with a second bestseller is overwhelming and Bobby is afraid that not only will his story suck, but he’ll go down as a one hit wonder in the book world.
Or worse, the publisher will make him go back to writing straight romances under the name Roberta.
Wendel “Navy” Sinclair has spent forty years chasing the adrenaline rush in his career while keeping his personal life private. Other than his boss, a few close friends, and his mother, most people never knew he was a gay man. He never liked drawing attention to himself, so when he begins a romantic relationship with Bobby Monroe, an open gay man, Navy isn’t prepared for being tossed into the spotlight, having his privacy invaded in the middle of the night, or having his darkest secrets plucked from his closet and plastered all over page 6.
The question is: will Navy be able to come to terms with what being in a committed relationship really means, or will he go back to his lonely existence, only reading about true love in books.
We meet Wendel ‘Navy’ Sinclair during his recovery from a crash that nearly took his life and ultimately ends his military career. It’s also when he loses the man he loves because of his demand for secrecy. His best friend Casper made sure he had the best of care and when he was about to hit bottom, Casper and his father made Navy their personal pilot.
On the other hand Robert Monroe has just published a book that hit the NY Times list. He is openly gay but he doesn’t flaunt it and his family is loving and supportive. In the process of writing his next book he is struggling a bit. The doubts that hit aren’t that different from any other writing process, but the stress he is feeling could overwhelm him.
These two meet at Robert’s sister Ethel’s birthday party, the family is gather to celebrate. Ethel has an ulterior motive in inviting her boyfriend Casper’s friend and pilot. Navy is a big fan of Robert’s books and he is gay. Robert usually avoids getting close to fans but something about Navy has him thinking otherwise.
This is a favorite scene.
Navy took the book in his hands and held it to his side, forcing himself not to look at whatever Bobby had signed. He’d read it in private later. Whatever it was, he’d appreciate the gesture.
And he’d remember this evening for the rest of his life.
It had been a perfect combination of lighthearted conversation with a deep connection that he wondered if Bobby shared as well.
As much as he’d like to pursue even a short-lived romance with Bobby, it wouldn’t be in the cards, for a variety of reasons.
“It was a pleasure meeting you and thank you for signing my book.” Navy leaned against Bobby’s Range Rover in the far parking lot of the country club. The second his hip hit the metal, he realized his mistake, but it was too late to backtrack.
The damage was done, and the message was sent.
Navy found it interesting that Bobby had tipped the valet even though he hadn’t used them. He was a sucker for kind and generous souls. One of the reasons he ended up working for Casper.
“I take it you’re flying Casper and Ethel to Turks and Cacaos on Sunday?” Bobby asked.
“I am.” Navy should really learn to come up with more than a grunt for an answer sometimes, especially when having a conversation with a writer. Being a man of few words probably didn’t appeal to an intellect.
Not that Navy was trying to impress Bobby or anything.
He was his boss’ girlfriend’s brother and there was a fifteen-year age difference.
And that wasn’t even the biggest problem.
“Do you get to stay for the week and hang out, or do you fly back and forth?”
“Technically, I work for his father and Walgreen Industries, and his dad needs me to fly a bunch of executives back and forth to New York next week before retrieving your sister.”
“How often do you fly?”
“Almost every day. And if I’m not flying for work, I have a few of my own flying apparatus toys I like to take up in the sky.” Apparatus toys? Jesus. What the fuck did that mean? Just shut the fuck up and use normal words.
Bobby smiled with an arched brow. “I’d really like to know what kind of toys you have.” Navy pressed his hand over his stomach and burst out laughing.
“That came out so wrong,” Bobby said.
“But it was so perfect based on my ridiculous description of the fact I have my own small plane and helicopter and my favorite place in the entire world is in the sky.”
“I used to be terrified to fly. It’s still not my favorite thing, and I almost never go up in a small plane if I can avoid it. I once drove five hours just so I didn’t have to fly a prop plane.”
“Flying is still the safest way to go, even when it’s a prop. You should let me take you up in mine. I built her myself. I bet I can change your mind about flying the friendly skies. It’s so much different in a—”
Bobby held up his hand. “You built a plane? And you expect me to get in it? You’ve got to be kidding me.”
“It’s perfectly safe. The FAA had to come out and inspect Destiny and I’m diligent in making sure she’s in tip-top shape.” Navy had to wonder what Bobby knew about Navy’s career in the military. During their forty-five-minute private conversation before they were interrupted by birthday festivities, they hadn’t covered that aspect of his life. They pretty much stuck with superficial surface-level topics along with favorite books, movies, and television shows.
Besides, his past career wasn’t something that he discussed often or in detail. Granted, Casper knew everything, but Casper certainly wouldn’t discuss Navy’s personal business with anyone.
Not even Ethel.
So, it was probable that Bobby had no idea that Navy’s military career ended because he’d crashed.
Something he should tell him if he chose to take him up on what he was about to offer. “I don’t have some big death wish. I’m not a thrill-seeker or anything. Do you have plans tomorrow?” Fuck. Why did he have to do that?
“I have to get in my word count, but other than that, not really, why?”
“Let me introduce you to Destiny and Dreamer.” Navy swallowed the thick lump in his throat. He hadn’t felt this nervous since he’d tried to get back together with Shamus about ten years ago.
That had been disastrous. No matter how much he had truly loved Shamus, they were a toxic couple. Shamus wanted things Navy wasn’t capable of giving. Shamus demanded Navy be someone he wasn’t, and Shamus would never understand or respect that Navy preferred to live a quiet life. It wasn’t that he was ashamed. He just didn’t want to flaunt it. He once tried to explain to Shamus by pointing out straight couples who didn’t kiss passionately in public. It wasn’t that he wasn’t willing to hold hands or even give Shamus a kiss goodbye. It was just there was always a time or place.
Being loud and proud just wasn’t his style.
Shamus needed the world to know he was gay. He wore it as a badge of honor.
Navy preferred being honorable instead.
“Who or what is Dreamer?” Bobby tapped the key fob in his hand. His Range Rover beeped and the lights flashed.
“My helicopter. And for the record. I didn’t build her, if that makes you feel any better.”
“And by introduce, do you mean we take a ride in the sky? Or I just sit back from a distance and wave?”
“You’re funny,” Navy said.
“I have my moments.” Bobby waved to his brother Fitz who had a beautiful woman on his arm. “I’m regretting saying yes to letting him stay at my place tonight.”
Navy chuckled. “I don’t normally watch those entertainment pieces, but since I’ve been flying Ethel around, I couldn’t resist. No offense, but Fitz certainly knows how to land himself in the limelight.”
Bobby shrugged. “Fitz thrives on being the center of attention. And other than that one chick, he has a good method for weeding out the real crazy women. My only concern is that he’s going to end up a dad and not be prepared to take care of the kid.”
“You’re not worried he’s going to drag you or your family into the media frenzy?”
“Have you met my sister Kennedy? She already did that once,” Bobby said. “And so did I when I wrote that book.” He tapped the novel in Navy’s hand. “For the most part, the media is good to me and they treat me well, but there is always one asshole that wants to smear my good name by making one for himself.”
That right there is why Navy needed to walk away.
No. He needed to run.
“That’s got to be tough,” Navy said. “Well, I best be going. I’m sure I’ll be seeing you around.”
“Does that mean your offer no longer stands for tomorrow?”
Just because he wouldn’t be entangled romantically didn’t mean he couldn’t be friendly. Besides, it would be rude not to be nice to the boss’ potential in-laws. “Not at all.” Navy pulled out his business card. “Would one in the afternoon give you enough time to get your words in?”
“That sounds perfect.”
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Navy also has issues with his family and he’s beginning to realize he needs to deal with them if he’s ever going to have a meaningful relationship. Bobby is the one who helps him with this in a subtle way.
Navy also helps Bobby with his doubts about the book he’s writing.
I loved the way this relationship develops, the two of them fit so well. There is romance, a touch of family drama and a bit of heat in this page-turning read.
5 Contented Purrs for Jen!
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Welcome to my World! I’m a USA Today Bestseller of Romantic Suspense, Contemporary Romance, and Paranormal Romance.
I first started writing while carting my kids to one hockey rink after the other, averaging 170 games per year between 3 kids in 2 countries and 5 states. My first book, IN TWO WEEKS was originally published in 2007. In 2010 I helped form a publishing company (Cool Gus Publishing) with NY Times Bestselling Author Bob Mayer where I ran the technical side of the business through 2016.
I’m currently enjoying the next phase of my life…the empty NESTER! My husband and I spend our winters in Jupiter, Florida and our summers in Rochester, NY. We have three amazing children who have all gone off to carve out their places in the world, while I continue to craft stories that I hope will make you readers feel good and put a smile on your face.