|Love Comes Silently.|
Andrew Grey, welcome to Romance Lives Forever. Let's talk about your book, Love Comes Silently.
Genre: M/M Contemporary
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Cover artist: L. C. Chase
Length: 61,000 words
Heat rating: Three Flames
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Tagline: How do you say “I Love You” when you can’t say the words?
Caring for a loved one with cancer is tough. Doing it alone is overwhelming—especially when that loved one is a child. But ever since Ken Brighton’s partner left him, Ken has spent his days at the hospital with his daughter, Hanna, hoping for a miracle. Maybe the mysterious care packages that appear for Hanna don’t qualify, but they bring a spark of hope into his and Hanna’s tired life—and so does Ken’s neighbor, former singer Patrick Flaherty.
For two years Patrick hasn’t been able to focus on anything but the life he should have had. An injury robbed him of his voice, and the idea of introducing himself to new people intimidates him. But over the past months, he’s watched as his neighbor nursed his sick child, and once he meets Ken, Patrick starts to crave a life with him—a life he isn't sure he can have.
Ken doesn’t realize he’s fallen in love until the doctors send Hanna home, saying there’s nothing more they can do: Hanna will either recover or succumb. Ken’s heart is set on a new beginning—with both Patrick and Hanna. But Patrick's silence leaves Ken wondering what Patrick wants.
What are your main characters' names, ages, and occupations?
Patrick is in his late twenties and makes furniture. He used to be an opera singer until an accident robbed him of his ability to speak.
Ken is an artist, about thirty and he’s taking care of his five year old daughter with Leukemia.
|Strengthened by Fire|
Patrick Flaherty had seen the little bald girl’s reaction to the box of hats he’d placed outside the front door of the house she shared with her father. Patrick had found out the man with the beatific smile and eyes so deep it looked like the worries of the entire world would fit inside them was named Ken, and that he was some sort of artist. He hadn’t heard much else about him, other than he was new in town and that his daughter had been very sick. Patrick did know from watching him that the other man who’d lived in the house had been Ken’s boyfriend, but he appeared to have moved out, and now it was just Ken and his daughter. That was fine with Patrick. He’d noticed the other man the very first day he’d moved in two houses down the street from the small house Patrick had inherited from his mother. Not that he had any illusions that Ken had noticed him, other than to see him outside working.
People in town had been talking about Ken and his daughter for months, their tongues flapping like a flag in the wind off Lake Superior. Apparently, Ken Brighton was some really famous artist, with his paintings hanging in museums and selling for big bucks all over the country. That was one thing Patrick had found out very quickly after the accident that left him nearly completely silent—people figured that since he couldn’t talk, he couldn’t hear, either, or think. Patrick clenched the handle of the snow shovel as his anger and hurt welled inside. He was the same person he’d been before the accident, and he wished he could make others see that.
After watching the front of the house for a few seconds more, Patrick let the squeal of joy he’d heard drifting on the wind bring a smile to his face as he returned to his chores. He had to get these done before the snow that had begun to melt hardened into ice he’d never get off the sidewalk.
Patrick worked for nearly an hour, and he was about to put his shovel away when he saw Ken and his daughter come out of the house. He couldn’t suppress a grin when he saw the little girl was wearing the poofy pink hat he’d given her. She held her father’s hand, and Patrick walked closer, waving at both of them. He saw the little girl wave back at him before she pulled her hand from her dad’s and walked down the sidewalk toward him.
“Hello,” she said with a smile. “Thank you for the mac-cheese, it was really good.” Patrick nodded and smiled, watching as the girl cocked her head curiously. Patrick touched his throat and shook his head. “Can’t you talk?” she asked, and he shook his head.
“Hanna, don’t bother the nice man,” Ken said as he came up behind his daughter.
“Daddy, he can’t talk,” Hanna said to him. Patrick was used to the pitying looks or even tsking sounds when people found out, but Ken smiled at him and extended his hand.
“I’m Ken Brighton, and this is Hanna,” he said as he firmly shook Patrick’s hand. Once Patrick let go, Patrick pointed to the embroidered name on his coat. One thing he’d begun doing after the accident was have his name added to his jackets and coats. It was the best way he could figure out to easily tell people his name. “It’s nice to meet you, Patrick,” Ken said with an ease that Patrick rarely saw in others. Most people didn’t quite know how to react to him. “We both wanted to thank you for the macaroni and cheese. It was fabulous,” Ken said, and Patrick began to shift slightly under the other man’s piercingly perceptive gaze.
Patrick smiled once again and nodded, placing his hand over his heart in a gesture that meant their thanks was appreciated.
“We’re going to the store, and then Daddy and I are going to paint,” Hanna told him excitedly.
“We need to get going,” Ken said. “You shouldn’t be out in the cold for very long.” Ken might have been talking to Hanna, but he continued looking at him, almost studying him. “Thanks again for the food. I’ll return the dish later today,” Ken added with a slight smile, and Patrick felt his insides jump a little. Patrick waved as the two of them walked back to the car, and after getting inside, Patrick saw Hanna wave as they drove away.
|The Good Fight|
He’d been attracted to Ken since the first time he saw him. But he quickly found out that he had a boyfriend, so Patrick did what he usually did—pushed his interest aside and went on with life. Granted, he wasn’t sure if the boyfriend was really gone, and if the relationship had just ended, then his handsome neighbor probably wasn’t looking for someone else right away. Not that he’d be particularly interested in Patrick, but he could dream. He watched until the deep green car disappeared from sight before putting his shovel away in the garage and then opening the door to the attached workshop.
Patrick turned on the lights, looking over his woodworking shop and the chest of drawers that he’d been working on. He made his living making fine handcrafted furniture, and he had an order he had to get completed, so he put the way his neighbor moved beneath his clothes and the depth of Ken’s eyes out of his mind and got to work.
Interview With Patrick
Tell us about yourself. What are you like?
I used to be outgoing. Now I spend most of my days working in my wood shop or taking care of my yard. Julianne, my cousin says I morose and a pain in the ass, but that’s because she loves me. Now I stay away from most people and try to live my life as quietly as possible.
What do you think is your strongest point?
I lost my strongest point. I used to be an opera singer. I performed all over the country and my career was just beginning to take off when I was in an accident. I regained consciousness and was told I was lucky to be alive, but I would never talk again.
Do you have a weakness? (If so, what do you think it is? What does your lover think it is? What does your enemy think it is?)
Yes. I suppose you could say I’m a stubborn mule. But a weakness, it has to be the little bald girl across the street. She’s been sick for a while and I want her to be happy. See unlike most other people in town, she talks to me like I’m a regular person.
What drives you to do the things you do? What makes you want to be the "good guy?"
I wish I knew. I’m just myself. The little girl across the street was so sad and I wanted to cheer her up so I brought her things to make her happy. I also liked the way her daddy smiles when she’s happy.
What's your favorite guilty pleasure?
Probably chocolate. Although if I were truthful, then… Ken is probably my guilty pleasure. Winks naughtily.
If you didn't know how old you were how old would you be?
Fifty two. I feel like I’ve lived a long time already.
A biography has been written about you. What do you think the title would be in six words or less?
Learning to Speak Without Words.
If money were not an object, where would you most like to live?
Tahiti. I’d take Ken and Hanna there and we’d lay on the beach. Ken could paint like Gauguin, Hanna could play in the warm water to her heart’s content and at night, Ken and I would make love to the sound of the ocean.
What song would best describe your life?
I really try not to think of music. But if I had to pick one I’d say The Humming Chorus form Madame Butterfly. It’s the only song I can still sing if I concentrate.
If you were a tool, what would people use you to do?
Julianne would say people would use my head to pound nails.
Picture yourself as a store. Considering your personality and lifestyle, what type of products would be sold there?
It’s not a store but I’d be a library. It’s introspective and quiet.
As a child, what was your favorite thing about school?
Music class. I lived for music and band. Given what I do now, I probably should have taken shop.
Music class. I lived for music and band. Given what I do now, I probably should have taken shop.
If you came with a warning label, what would it say?
Silent but deadly. -- No, still waters run deep.
Please Fill in the Blanks as Patrick
I love pizza with lots of meat.
I'm always ready for a quiet evening with Ken and Hanna. I know I’m totally boring o=in the wild and crazy department.
When I'm alone, I build beautiful furniture.
You'd never be able to tell, but I always wished I could fly.
If I had a halo it would be silver.
If I could sing again just once I'd sing Hanna to sleep.
I never learned to sign because I’m too damned stubborn.
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.
I have written many books. Recent releases include The Good Fight, Unconditional Love, A Foreign Range, Redemption by Fire, and Strengthened by Fire.
Books Coming Soon
Burnished by Fire releases October 24. A Slice of Love releases November 9. An Isolated Range releases in December. Please see the Coming Soon page of my web site for additional information.
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