Catch of a Lifetime releases April 7 and you are going to fall in love with this story. The inspiration for this romance was a pleasure boat ride around Longboat Key Florida, and in the process I learned some things that made me angry and got my dander up, so of course I had to write about it. The people who make their living from the sea lead hard lives that they love. And in this case, that life leads two people to realize that their Catch of a Lifetime might just be each other.
Title: Catch of a Lifetime
Author: Andrew Grey
Series: Currently a Standalone Title
Genre: M/M Contemporary Romance
Publisher: DreamSpinner Press
Release Date: April 7 2020
Edition/Format: 1st Edition/Format ~ eBook & Print
Blurb/Synopsis:
Some moments happen once in a lifetime, and you have to catch them and hold on tight.
Arty Reynolds chased his dream to Broadway, but after his father is injured, he must return to the small fishing community where he grew up, at least until his dad is back on his feet.
Jamie Wilson fled his family farm but failed to achieve real independence. Arty is hiring for a trip on the gulf, and it’ll get Jamie one step closer to his goal.
Neither man plans to stay in Florida long-term, neither is looking for love, and they’re both blown away by the passion that sparks between them. But on a fishing boat, there’s little privacy to see where their feelings might lead. Passion builds like a storm until they reach land, where they also learn they share a common dream. The lives they both long for could line up perfectly, as long as they can weather the strain on their new romance when only one of them may get a chance at their dream.
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Excerpt:
Jamie was about to give up. He had been looking for a job of some sort for days and was getting nowhere. Fear stabbed at him. If he didn’t find something soon…. Failure was looking him right in the face. All he had wanted was a chance to try to build a life away from the farm and his father. And maybe find an ounce of independence. Instead, Jamie was down to his last few dollars and ounces of hope. He had been eating cheap noodles for days. His aunt was nice and probably would have given him some money if he’d asked for it, but Jamie didn’t want to. Jamie’s aunt barely had enough to take care of herself, and Jamie was determined to build his own life. Besides, his aunt would encourage him to go home. And returning home to his father and living the life his father wanted for him was the last thing he wanted to do. He’d be damned if he’d go crawling back to Iowa and live under his father’s thumb. Jamie wanted to make his own way and have his own dreams, and they didn’t include spending the rest of his life on his father’s farm.
Jamie walked toward the dock and stopped when he saw a man—the one he’d seen watching him the other night—tack a piece of paper up on one of the telephone poles.
Wow, he was handsome in the daylight, with hair that shone in the sun and clothes a lot nicer than the ones Jamie was wearing. Jamie found himself heading over as the other man walked closer to the docks. He was stunning—sort of like the people you saw on television and wondered if they were real or not. This guy looked like one of those people. Tall, but not huge, and as his shape retreated, Jamie caught his wide shoulders and narrow waist.
Hurrying to see what the guy had posted, Jamie grabbed and read the flier. It was for a job, thank God. Maybe this was his chance! Jamie looked around and pulled down the paper, folded it, and put it in his pocket. Then he followed the man, telling himself he wanted to ask him about the job. But really, he just wanted to see him one more time.
Jamie had been to the White Pelican before and figured that was where the guy was heading. He put up another flier and continued on, walking around toward the front of the restaurant. Jamie checked the money in his pocket—he had enough for a hamburger. He’d been down to his last few dollars but had managed to get a day job spreading mulch for a lady down the street from his aunt, and she had been generous.
The tables were full, with only an empty stool at the tiny bar area. He sat down, looking over the people having lunch, their conversations overlapping one another, and watching as pelicans darted around, swooping over the water to land on the pilings.
“Gerald,” the guy said in a rather sultry voice that sent a ripple through him. God, even his voice was stunning. “Is it okay if I put up a few fliers? I need a crew member.” He leaned right next to Jamie, and as he inhaled, the scent of his subtle cologne, combined with manly musk, tickled the back of Jamie’s nose.
“Sure, Arty, go ahead. I don’t know how much luck you’re going to have, but you’re more than welcome.” He smiled and Jamie glanced around. As soon as he did, he found Arty looking back at him.
Jamie was a little stunned and stared back until he realized he was being rude and lowered his gaze.
“Arty,” Gerald said, turning away. “Was there something else you wanted?” Gerald tapped the top of the bar. “I am a little busy here.” There was no heat in his voice.
“Sorry. Thanks, I appreciate it.” Arty moved away, and Jamie picked up a menu and watched him go from around the side.
“What can I get you?” Gerald asked him, and Jamie put in his order, wishing he’d had the courage to actually say something to Arty. But even now, he wasn’t sure the guy could possibly be real.