Interview with Guest Author
Making the world sexier, one reader at a time
Thank you for stopping over to visit, Andrew. In case my lovely readers don’t know who are—though I’m certain they all do… right guys?—I thought I’d do a little sit-down visit with you and help us all get to know you a little better.
You write so many genres and flavors of love, heat, and growth. What makes your stories different from other authors out there?
Andrew: I like to think that it’s that Andrew Grey combination of heart, heartache, hurt, happiness and love. I really try to make each story unique.
That you do.
When did you first consider yourself an author?
Andrew: It was a number of years ago and I met some readers in New York who came to an event just to see me. It was that moment that I realized I’d written a story that had moved someone else. It isn’t writing that makes an author, it’s the connection with the reader.
Do you ever suffer from writer’s block? If so, what do you do to get past it?
Andrew: I have, but only for a very short period of time. I continued writing through the block and it melted away as quickly as it came.
I was asked this recently and would love to find out your take on it… If your writing was translated, which would be your preference: TV, movie, play, or Broadway?
Andrew: I would love Broadway. I adore the theater and I would love to attend an opening night red carpet as VIP with Dominic on my arm.
Having met you both and seen you in your tuxes (both men are totally yum) I can just picture that!
Does your family know what you write, and if so, how did they react when you first told them what and how explicit your writing would be?
Andrew: They have known what I write since my first story. I never hid from them. I didn’t tell anyone I was writing until my first novel was half drafted. As far as what I write, I didn’t need their approval. They were supportive and Dominic was always in my corner. That’s what counted for me.
Have you ever met someone in real life, or a stranger, that you turned into a MC?
Andrew: Not really. I have drawn secondary characters from people I’ve met, but not main characters.
Who is your favorite author and why?
Andrew: I love Ken Follett. He writes these amazing adventure stories with great characters. The thing is they are also romances that often stretch over time a great distance.
Boxers, briefs, commando? What’s your favorite way to “dress” your man?
Andrew: I don’t have a preference for Dominic. He wears what’s comfortable for him. The best part about that type of clothing is removing it… slowly…
We already know you love to write in different genres, but why do you feel you share your voice best when writing amongst the different genres?
Andrew: I have written MM contemporary, suspense, YA , and paranormal. As an author, variety is the spice of life and the key to the muse.
And just because I love to tease 😉 what are you working on now, and what is coming up from you next?
Andrew: My next story is Eastern Cowboy releasing in March and The Price, Las Vegas Escorts, releases in April. Currently I’m working on a story with the working title Loathing to Love. How is that for interesting?
Actually, I’ve followed along in your “All The Way With Andrew Grey” group as you’ve posted teasers of Loathing… Sounds wonderful And The Price sounds interesting…
On that wonderful note, I thought I’d share a little from Eastern Cowboy. So sit back, relax, grab a drink, and enjoy!
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Western M/M Romance
Cover Artist: L.C. Chase
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Release Date: April 16, 2015
Length: Novel / 200 pages
Brighton McKenzie inherited one of the last pieces of farmland in suburban Baltimore. It has been in his family since Maryland was a colony, though it has lain fallow for years. Selling it for development would be easy, but Brighton wants to honor his grandfather’s wishes and work it again. Unfortunately, an accident left him relying on a cane, so he’ll need help. Tanner Houghton used to work on a ranch in Montana until a vengeful ex got him fired because of his sexuality. He comes to Maryland at the invitation of his cousin and is thrilled to have a chance to get back to the kind of work he loves.
Brighton is instantly drawn to the intensely handsome and huge Tanner—he’s everything Brighton likes in a man, though he holds back because Tanner is an employee, and because he can’t understand why a man as virile as Tanner would be interested in him. But that isn’t the worst of their problems. They have to face the machinations of Brighton’s aunt, Tanner’s ex suddenly wanting him back, and the need to find a way to make the farm financially viable before they lose it.
“That your grandfather left you the farm for a reason. He didn’t confide in me what that reason was. But it’s more than just keeping it in the family, I feel that. Maybe he said something to you at some point.”
Brighton tried to think if there was anything. He shook his head. “Thank you.”
“You’re very welcome.” Mr. Granger waited for them to leave the conference room and escorted them out to the lobby area. “I suspect you’re going to need some help.”
“Yes.” Brighton looked down at his bad leg. “I can stand for an hour at most, and sitting in one place for any length of time is painful. So there isn’t much I can do at the farm.” He was downright helpless when it came to anything physical. His balance was poor as well, which only added to his fear of falling.
“I have this cousin,” Mr. Granger began. “He’s from the wild side… well, let me just say that the family hasn’t had a lot to do with him over the past few years. He left home when he was eighteen and roamed around the country. The last place we know he worked is some ranch in Montana. He doesn’t talk much. Never has.” He leaned closer and lowered his voice. “People used to think he was slow, but I think he’s just quiet and maybe a little shy. He needs a job, and I could see if he’s interested in helping you out with the farm. He’s not a stranger to hard work, and he has done ranch work, so he understands that kind of thing.” He seemed uncomfortable. “You don’t need to feel obligated to hire him in any way, of course. I haven’t spent any time around Tanner in a long time. But it wouldn’t hurt for you to talk to him.”
Brighton nodded. “Send him by or have him give me a call. I’m not sure what I’m going to need, but help is a definite.” He shook Mr. Granger’s hand and then followed Brianne out of the office and to the car.
“Where do you want to go?” she asked, sitting in the driver’s seat without starting the engine.
“Home to hide,” Brighton answered honestly. “But since you’re here, let’s go out to the farm and have a look around.” He got as comfortable as he could and fastened his seat belt. Brianne started the engine, and the air-conditioning began to banish the sauna feel from the car. “What are you going to do with the money?”
“What Grandpa said.”
Brighton turned toward her. “What’s all this about needing money and not telling me?”
“I don’t need money. But I exaggerated the fellowship benefits just a little. They’ll pay for most things, like the classes and the dissertation credits, but the stipend isn’t enough to live on, even if I exist entirely on ramen. So the money will make sure I can complete the degree in the next three or so years. I don’t want to take forever.” They pulled to a stop at a light. “I know you’d make sure I had what I needed, and you’d pay for it without thinking about it. But I don’t want you to. It’s time you had a life of your own, and you can’t do that if you’re still supporting me. I need to be on my own, and you need to let me.” The light turned green, and they moved forward.
“I do have my own life.”
“You sit home, work, watch television, work, talk to me on the phone, work, sleep, go nowhere, work, baby your knee and leg, work…. I think you’re getting my point.”
“I work,” he grumbled.
“You work hard, and you’ve used all that you’ve earned for me. From now on I’ll take care of me, and you can get a life. You’re a landowner now. There will be people beating a path to your door.”
“Please, you make it sound like we live in Elizabethan England.”
“You just need to make the land pay. And it can. The land is good—it always has been—and I don’t think Grandpa did much with it lately, so it’s been sitting, which is good for replenishment. You just need to figure it out.”
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.
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