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ANNOUNCEMENT: In Safe Arms, by Ann Grech

Ann Grech has a new MM romance out: “In Safe Arms.”

When a damaged man stumbles on a second chance, itā€™s all too easy to turn and run. It takes a determined photographer to convince him risk is worth it all.

People deserve a second chance, right? How about a third or fourth?

But what if I canā€™t even admit to myself who I am? I was truthful once before. I came out to one other person, and he left me broken and scarred. He destroyed the boy I was. I donā€™t even use the same name anymore; I go by Trent now. But I survived the streets. I got lucky and I made something of myself. Iā€™m happy, sort of.

Itā€™s Angelo who lights up my life. Heā€™s my world. My rock and my family. Heā€™s always there for me. But I keep hurting him. I say stupid things, and I always keep him at a distance. Still, he knows me better than anyone.

And I want him. But I canā€™t let myself go there. Not again.

Iā€™ve lived in denial for so long and itā€™s killing me. In my weakest moments, I reach for Angelo and when he slips into my arms, I can breathe. Heā€™s my solace. Selflessly, heā€™s there and he never expects anything in return. No judgment, not even an explanation. Having him in my arms is everything, and itā€™s getting harder to push him away. Iā€™m not sure I want to anymore.

He doesnā€™t date, but he deserves to be loved. Cherished. Then he drops a bombshellā€”heā€™s found The One. I wish heā€™d fallen for me. I need that second chance to tell him. I need to risk it all because in his arms, Iā€™m safe. Iā€™m me.

Warnings: violence, rape

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Excerpt

In Safe Arms

ā€œThe cat youā€™re minding?ā€

ā€œYep.ā€ He nodded. I bit my lip trying not to laugh. It wasnā€™t funny. He was telling me about some shit thatā€™d gone down that had upset him,but come on. How was I supposed to react? Heā€™d used needing food for the cat he was sitting as an excuse to get out of a date. And the catā€™s name was Dodge? You couldnā€™t make that shit up. I snorted, unsuccessfully trying to stifle my laugh, and wiped my eyes, tears welling from the effort. Trent paused and looked at me, confused, and I couldnā€™t hold it in any longer. I laughed and shook my head, holding my hand up to him.

ā€œIā€™m sorry, I donā€™t mean to laugh at you, but seriously?ā€ I sucked in a breath, my side hurting because I was laughing so hard. ā€œCat food? For Dodge?ā€ Trentā€™s lips twitched, and I could see him fighting the smile. I looked at him again and laughed once more, nudging him with my shoulder. ā€œYou didnā€™t even realize how it sounded until now, did you?ā€ When he shook his head and finally let that smile loose, I sucked in a breath, happy for a whole other reason. It was his story andheā€™d told it, but he was smiling andI couldnā€™t help but take a little pride in that.

ā€œFuck me. She looked so damn horrified when I said that, but all I could think about was getting out of there.ā€ He chuckled and ran his fingers through his hair. ā€œIā€™m such a dumb ass.ā€

ā€œNah, you just didnā€™t think.ā€ I nudged his shoulder playfully, letting him know that it wasnā€™t all bad. ā€œAt least tell me you got the food.ā€

He nodded and sobered up. ā€œI couldnā€™t wait to get out of there, but I didnā€™t want to go home either. Figured you would have been busy, so I stopped by the sports bar. Watched a footy match. Havenā€™t done that by myself in years, and I hated every minute of it. Suppose I had too many drinks.ā€

My heart clenched, and I wanted to reach out to him. InsteadI leaned closer, my side pressed against his, and asked, ā€œYou didnā€™t drive home, did you?ā€ I wasnā€™t sure whether I was begging him or scolding him for being so damn stupid. If heā€™d been drinking and driving not only could it be the end of his career, but more importantly,he could have killed someone. And it was all because he didnā€™t call me.

ā€œNah, I walked it. The night air sobered me up pretty fast.ā€

Thank God. I let out the breath I was holding, relief winningmy emotional tug-of-war.

ā€œSo whathappened yesterday and today? You just kept drinking?ā€ It was none of my business, I knew that, but I didnā€™t care. I needed to know.

ā€œSomething like that,ā€ he muttered. This was him shutting down. A noncommittal answer followed by either a subject change or him going quiet, but I couldnā€™t do it. I needed him to be able to talk to me.

ā€œLook, Iā€™m not going to push you, but maybe itā€™ll help if you spoke about whatever is bothering you. Iā€™m here. Iā€™ll listen, and Iā€™ll do my best to help, but I canā€™t unless you talk to me. If not me, then pick someone else. Iā€™m worried about you.ā€

ā€œSome bad shit happened when I was younger. This time of year always drags it back up, but Iā€™ll get through it.ā€ He paused and added, ā€œThisā€”walking and being outside, spending time with youā€”itā€™s helping. Youā€™rehelping.ā€


Author Bio

By day Ann Grech lives in the corporate world and can be found sitting behind a desk typing away at reports and papers or lecturing to a room full of students. She graduated with a PhD in 2016 and is now an over-qualified nerd. Glasses, briefcase, high heels and a pencil skirt, sheā€™s got the librarian look nailed too. If only they knew! She swears like a sailor, so thatā€™s got to be a hint. The other one was ā€œthe lookā€ from her tattoo artist when she told him that she wanted her kidsā€™ initials ā€œBā€ and ā€œJā€ tattooed on her foot. It took a second to register that it might be a bad idea.

Sheā€™s never entirely fit in and loves escaping into a bookā€”whether itā€™s reading or writing one. But sheā€™s found her tribe now and loves her M/M book world family. She dislikes cooking, but loves eating, canā€™t figure out technology, but is addicted to it, and her guilty pleasure is Byron Bay Cookies. Oh, and shoes. And lingerie. And maybe handbags too. Well, if weā€™re being honest, weā€™d probably have to add her library too given the state of her credit card every month. What can she say? Sheā€™s a bookworm at heart.

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