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The 1950s. Postwar exuberance. Conformity. Rock and roll. Homophobia.Russell tells himself he'll marry Susie because it's the right thing to do. His summer job coaching her water ballet team will give him plenty of opportunity to give her a ring. But on the team's trip to the annual Aqua Follies, the joyful glide of a trumpet player's solo hits Russell like a torpedo, blowing apart his carefully constructed plans.From the orchestra pit, Skip watches Poseidon's younger brother stalk along the pool deck. It never hurts to smile at a man, because good things might happen. Once the last note has…mehr

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The 1950s. Postwar exuberance. Conformity. Rock and roll. Homophobia.Russell tells himself he'll marry Susie because it's the right thing to do. His summer job coaching her water ballet team will give him plenty of opportunity to give her a ring. But on the team's trip to the annual Aqua Follies, the joyful glide of a trumpet player's solo hits Russell like a torpedo, blowing apart his carefully constructed plans.From the orchestra pit, Skip watches Poseidon's younger brother stalk along the pool deck. It never hurts to smile at a man, because good things might happen. Once the last note has been played, Skip gives it a shot. The tenuous connection forged by a simple smile leads to events that dismantle both their lives. Has the damage been done, or can they pick up the pieces together?
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I write romance: m/f, m/m, and v/h, where the h is for human and the v is for vampire ... or sometimes demon ... I lean more towards funny than angst. When I'm not writing I take care of tiny premature babies or teenagers, depending on whether I'm at work or at home. My husband is a soul of patience, my dog's cuteness is legendary, and we share the homestead with three ferrets. Who steal things. Because they're brats.