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DescriptionGalen and Shane are back! The boys from Rain and Whiskey have returned, and this time the weather looks a little rocky.
Galen Frost, ex semi-pro football player and entrepreneur, has a lot of work to do. He's bought into a football team, and promoting and wheeling and dealing are the name of the game. He's so busy that he hardly ever gets to see his lover Shane anymore, which means a lot of lonely naps on the couch.
Shane is just as busy, managing the bar he works at, spending a lot of his time covering for unreliable bartenders and serving drinks to good time party boys. Used to be Galen couldn't get enough of him. Now he can hardly pry Galen away from the phone. Shane starts to wonder where he stands in Galen's life, and what he can do to get back to the way it was.
When Galen starts to forget their dates together, bad weather starts to build, jealousy and hurt swirling into a tropical storm that he and Shane might not be able to bend under. Can these two headstrong men find a way to shelter from the wind and rain? Read Tropical Depression today and find out!
Reader Rating: (9 Ratings)
Excerpt:Shane poured himself a double, topped off with some lime juice, and knocked it back before toodling out onto the back deck. Man, Sunday afternoons? His absolute favorite. He heard the guitar of the Changos' new song as he hit the door. 'Len? Turn the music up? I fucking love that song.'
The sun was beating down and his favorite kiddie pool was filled and on the deck, a floaty in the bottom to cushion his ass. The scent of some hunk of meat on the grill was spicy and rich. Mmm... spicy. Galen's come tasted wicked sharp after spicy...
Shane stopped. Blinked.
He'd only had two.
The alligator hadn't been in the pool when he'd filled it this morning...
Tropical DepressionBy: BA Tortuga