Love Means No Shame - Andrew Grey

Praise for Andrew Grey
The Best Revenge
    …an intricate story about two inspiring men who instead of giving up teach us that living well, is in the end, the best revenge of all. Come read this phenomenal story that kept me spell bound from the start.

    ~5 Angels and a Recommended Read from Fallen Angel Reviews
    …a completely delightful story of two people who find love even as problems from the past, present and an uncertain future loom. This author weaves a spell around you and completely captivates you from start to finish. With intriguing characters, a fast moving plot and some tender and loving sex scenes, Mr. Grey delivers a powerful story that leaves you breathless.
    ~5 Hearts from Love Romances and More Bottled Up
I came to care about these characters and I cheered them on to the end.
~4 ½ Blue Ribbons from Romance Junkies Thursday’s Child
…the experience of discovery of this beautiful world is so refreshing…
a perfect read after a stressful, chaotic day. I highly recommend it!
~4 ½ Stars from Rainbow Reviews
    There are definitely twists I didn’t see coming that kept my attention and made the story anything but predictable. His ability to mingle folklore with reality while adding romance and suspense has made Mr.
    Grey’s books climb to the top of my must read list.
~5 Angels from Fallen Angel 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 Shame
Copyright © 2009 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: 978-1-61581-057-4
Printed in the United States of America First Edition
September, 2009
eBook edition available

eBook ISBN: 978-1-61581-058-1
    To everyone in CPRW, I’m so glad I found you.
To Dominic, the love of my life,
without whose support I couldn’t do any of this.
And to the staff at Dreamspinner Press, for everything you do to make me look good.
You’re the best.
    Love Means … NO SHAME
    GEOFF LAUGHTON woke in a strange bed, light streaming through the windows, a huge, hot, sweaty body next to him. His head pounded and his ass hurt. “That was one hell of a night,” he muttered to himself as he forced his legs to move. Sitting on the edge of the bed, head cradled in his hands, he tried to think where he was. Oh yeah, he’d gone out dancing last night with Lonnie and Juan.
    He turned to the man lying prone on the bed. “God….” He remembered—well, at least parts of it. Tequila shooters followed by dancing with a tree. “That must be him.” Like it usually did, the rest came back to him in a rush: dancing, him climbing his dance partner. Hell, he’d even stuck his hand down the guy’s pants.
    His head throbbed again, and he made himself get to his feet to stumble to the bathroom. He didn’t bother to turn on the light, probably couldn’t find it anyway, and managed to make it to the sink. Turning on the tap, he put his hands under the cool water and splashed his face, groaning with relief as the water tingled on his skin. “At least I’m alive.” Turning off the water, he used the 1
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facilities and then walked a little more steadily back into the bedroom to find his bed partner awake and groaning.
“What day is it?” He was holding his head and moaning softly.
“Fuck, I hate tequila.” He looked up at Geoff, eyes as red as Geoff’s had been when he’d seen them in the mirror.
“Sunday, thank God.” Geoff started looking around for his clothes, finding his pants near the bed and pulling them on.
    “Easy for you to say. I gotta go to work.” The huge man looked at the clock. “Fuck… gotta be there in half an hour.” He lifted himself to his feet and shuffled toward the bathroom, the door closing softly, very softly.

    Geoff