Title: Changing Tide
Author: DP Denman
Genres: Contemporary Romance, GLBT Romance
Categories: Gay (M/M)
Publisher: North Shore Press
Release Date: 10/4/2013
Word Count/Length: 50,000 words /167 pages
For Jack Lewis love comes from unexpected places…so does tragedy. When David arrived on Vancouver Island, he was just another tourist looking to charter a boat. A few hours on the water together proves he is more than that. As a world traveler, David is a man of mystery who has been everywhere and seen everything.
Attraction draws them together but an attempt at a meaningless fling fails one touch at a time when Jack feels more than he thought he would. The love affair sparks fear in David and jealousy in Emerson, the man who frequents Jack’s bed in a relationship that is all sex and no soul.
At odds with the men in his life Jack tries to talk David into staying and Emerson into going. The attempt sends things spinning out of control and he struggles with the consequences that could leave him empty handed.
He opened his eyes to a room warming a little at a time from the sunrise and rolled toward the other side of the bed. The smile that went with the thought of a round of wake up sex slid to a scowl when he realized the bed was empty. He pushed back the blankets and padded into the bathroom to find it just as empty. At some point during the night, David had crawled out of bed and wandered away somewhere. He heard the door to the guestroom open as he tugged on his robe to investigate. It answered the question of where David had wandered even if it didn’t explain why.
Last night had been an exceptionally good ride that had left them both breathless but other than that, it was like every other time in each other’s arms. He didn’t know what had inspired David to decide to sleep in the other room but something had.
He shrugged back out of his robe and padded into the bathroom to start the shower hoping David would appear but he didn’t. That left him to shower and shave by himself. He was in the bedroom pulling on clothes when he heard the shower in the guest bathroom start up. If David wanted to shower by himself in that tiny little space, it was his prerogative but it was odd behavior for a man who had spent a great deal of the past 24 hours in his hands. Maybe he was tired. Maybe after two nights together his ass needed a break. Maybe it was something else.
He strode out to the kitchen, started the coffeemaker and tried to decide what to have for breakfast while the mystery crawled around the back of his mind. He stared into the almost barren refrigerator and realized at some point, he needed to make a trip to the store. He emerged to see David striding across the living room dressed in jeans and a button down shirt, his hair still damp from the shower.
“Morning,” David smiled back.
“Are you hungry?”
“I could eat,” David nodded from the other side of the breakfast bar.
“How’d you sleep?” He ducked back into the refrigerator.
“Fine,” David slid into a barstool.
“Was I talking in my sleep or something?”
“I have no idea. Why?”
“I don’t remember you leaving last night,” he set a container of lox and some cream cheese on the counter.
“I just needed a little privacy. We’ve been together a lot for the past day or so.”
“And that’s bad?”
“Not necessarily but there’s no point making it a habit, right?”
He pulled a sleeve of bagels from off the top of the refrigerator and scowled at them as he checked for mold, though that wasn’t what inspired the scowl.
“You’re right,” he told the bagels, not happy with the answer to the mystery and not surprised.
“I think every now and then we need a reminder that this isn’t going to last. Neither of us really wants to go through that sort of good-bye when I leave, do we?”
“You’re right,” he repeated and tossed him a smile as he set the bagels on the counter.
He might not like the idea of him walking away but those were the rules and he’d known it all along. If nothing else, David’s appearance in his life had finally given him an excuse to drop Emerson. It wasn’t a total loss. It just wasn’t what he wanted it to be.
They sat out on the back patio, watched the water and ate breakfast. He didn’t have much to say that morning. There seemed little reason to keep talking about their lives and pasts when they had no future so, he settled into companionable silence and tried not to sulk.
“Are you angry that I left last night?” David asked half way through his bagel.
“No,” he shook his head.
He wasn’t angry. He was just disappointed and those weren’t the same thing. Despite David’s warnings, he’d hoped he’d change his mind. His disappearance during the night made it obvious that wasn’t going to happen.
“Good,” David smiled back, “because I like you. I enjoy your company. I just don’t want to make more out of this than there is.”
“I get it. We’re a temporary thing and one of these days you’re going to sail off into the sunset,” David nodded at him and the smile slipped a little. “It’ll be easier to go back to a solitary life if you never get used to anything else.”
The smile folded into a scowl.
“I didn’t mean it the way it sounded,” he waved it off. “I just mean it’s easier to leave if you’re not leaving anyone behind.”
David nodded at his mug of coffee. “Good-byes can be a pain in the ass sometimes.”
“Enough of one to reconsider life as a nomad?”
“No.” David didn’t hesitate in his answer.
“What are you running from?”
Blue eyes came up from his mug and pinned him with a pensive stare. He was pushing the boundaries of their intense little affair. It was supposed to be sex and casual conversation but there was a lot more to David than just a nice ass. He wasn’t the sort of man you used and threw away.
“Nothing that matters.”
“I think it does. I see it every time I look at you. I realize we’re not really friends but sometimes a stranger you’re never going to see again is the perfect forum for spilling your guts.”
“Sometimes,” David nodded and dropped his gaze to the table before he picked up his mug and took another sip of coffee. Emotion twitched across his lips. “Sometimes there is no perfect forum,” he let his eyes drift back out to sea.
DP Denman is an M/M (gay) contemporary romance author from the soggy splendor of the Pacific Northwest. She wrote and self-published her first novel at the age of eight and the single copy received rave reviews from a collection of biased friends and family members. From there she branched out to writing variety show skits for her siblings performed to captive audiences of visiting grandparents. Bits and pieces of stories followed in the form of school assignments and ramblings of an active imagination. Those eventually led to short stories, novels and several web series.
DP is an eclectic reader, obsessed writer, and determined LGBT rights activist. She lives with her fur babies and a pair of hyper-caffeinated muses.