Love Means No Boundaries - Andrew Grey

Love Means… No Shame
This story is written with heart. It is both bittersweet and uplifting, and reminds us that love can be generous and selfless and that a true family and sense of belonging don’t necessarily require blood ties.
    —Rainbow Reviews
This is one book that will make it to several keeper shelves to be read again and again.
—Literary Nymphs
Love Means… Courage
A story filled with laughter, sadness, joy, love and family...with all of the nuttiness that it entails. It will have you laughing, smiling, and reaching for the tissues in places. A definite keeper!
—Night Owl Reviews
A touching story that is full of heart and centered on what truly matters in partnerships and families regardless of the manner in which they come together ~ unconditional love, respect, understanding, support and above all courage.
—Rainbow Reviews
Published by
    Dreamspinner Press
4760 Preston Road
Suite 244-149
Frisco, TX 75034
http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental.
    Love Means… No Boundaries
Copyright © 2010 by Andrew Grey
Cover Design by Mara McKennen
    All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system without the written permission of the Publisher, except where permitted by law. To request permission and all other inquiries, contact Dreamspinner Press, 4760 Preston Road, Suite 244-149, Frisco, TX 75034
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ISBN: 978-1-61581-389-6
Printed in the United States of America First Edition
    February, 2010 eBook edition available
eBook ISBN: 978-1-61581-390-2
To Jackie, who inspired the entire idea in the first place. Love Means … NO O Boundaries
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They’re here to learn and work hard.” He turned back around and went back to work. “Tomorrow I have the young kids. They’re always a lot of fun
too. It’s the teenagers that are a pain…
sometimes.”
“Thanks for the warning. I’ll be sure to make myself scarce.” There was no way he was going to be around the young kids while they were getting
their lesson.
Eli put down his vegetables and turned from the sink to look at Joey, huffing softly. “There’s no need for that. Those kids love you and always ask
about Mr. Joey.”
His hand went to his face, fingers tracing the pink lines that he wished weren’t there. “I just can’t face the looks and the questions.” Joey saw