How I met your Father- Narrated by:
- Length: 2 hrs and 47 mins
- Unabridged Audiobook
- Release Date:12-08-15
- Publisher: Riptide Publishing
The man of your dreams could be sitting right next to you.
Former boy band member Justin Hayes isn't looking for a man. He just wants a quiet, scandal-free Christmas at home in Chicago, out of the public eye. But his best friend and bandmate is subjecting everyone to his destination wedding, and Justin can't dodge the "best man" bullet. All he has to do is get to the island on time, survive the reunion, and get Chuck to the altar with as little drama as possible. What could possibly go wrong?
Jack Basinger's own plans for a quiet Christmas have been dashed by the summons to his daughter's hasty wedding with a man Jack has hardly met. On the bumpy flight to the island, he finds himself comforting a nervous - and extremely attractive - young man. One hasty sexual encounter in an airport bathroom later, they both feel much better. No one ever has to know, after all.
Now Justin and Jack must find a way to explore their attraction, despite the distractions of disapproving family members, unexpected announcements, an impromptu concert, and an island paradise that proves there's no place like home.
Note: 20 percent of all publisher proceeds from this title are donated to the Ali Forney Center in New York, whose mission "is to protect lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender, questioning (LGBTQ) youth from the harm of homelessness, and to support them in becoming safe and independent as they move from adolescence to adulthood."
©2013 L.B. Gregg (P)2015 Riptide Publishing
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"Boy bands, Father of the bride and sexy romance"
How I met your Father is a short, fun, sexy story with a touch of humor. We have Justin going to the Carribean to meet up with his former boy band members to be a best man at his best friends wedding. He hates heights and flying and it's a turbulent flight in more than one way. He meets a mysterious stranger.
Nick J Russo did a fabulous job telling this story. With his superb inflections, you could tell Justin's inner thoughts from the narration and dialogue which is a feat in and of itself. His many voices separated the characters quite well and his voice is smooth and charming which suited the main character perfectly.
Nick J Russo did a fabulous job telling this story. With his superb inflections, you could tell Justin's inner thoughts from the narration and dialogue which is a feat in and of itself. His many voices separated the characters quite well and his voice is smooth and charming which suited the main character perfectly.
I highly recommend this story if you're looking for something short to fill a little time and to brighten your day.
Excerpt from How I met your Father...
The flight attendant steadied herself against the turbulence as she’d probably done a million times before—absently. Like it was no big deal. She simply slapped a hand against the overhead bin and waited, and when we leveled, she smiled directly at me as she walked by.
I pushed my sunglasses back into place, swallowed a straw-full of watery rum and coke, and concentrated on the view outside my window before the stewardess got it in her head to speak to me again. A few wispy clouds separated us from the wide blue Caribbean waters sparkling thirty thousand feet below. In twenty minutes or so, we’d land in San Juan, and I’d flee this tin tube. We were basically coasting at this point. I could make it. I could fly. I’d been in the air all day, shitty as the flights had been.
My stomach lurched as we dipped, and the Fasten Seatbelt indicator binged a split second later.
“Return to your seats . . . fasten your seatbelts . . .” I lost half of what the captain was saying as his voice crackled over the intercom. Panic seized my gut as I caught a bit about “rough air,” and I squeezed my drink until the cup crackled. I almost crossed myself.
I focused on the passenger in the seat beside me. He hadn’t moved, resting like we all weren’t about to go down in a giant ball of flames. His thick arms were still folded across his chest and, while his eyes were closed, he wasn’t sleeping. Golden hair sprinkled his wrists and forearms. A big watch glimmered in a ray of warm sunshine. Blond and red whiskers stippled his square jaw, and his hair seemed too shaggy for the boardroom, curling at his neck and around his ears.
He frowned and sighed, “Goddamn San Juan,” and because he hadn’t said anything other than “more coffee” since we’d boarded, I nodded. Goddamn San Juan, indeed.
Turbulence wasn’t new to me. I’d never flown to San Juan without experiencing bumps along the way, like a trial by fear was the price one paid to enter paradise. And it was because of this vast experience with Caribbean bumps that I’d proactively ordered a drink as soon as Florida’s coastline had faded from view.
I clung to that drink as the plane plummeted like a roller coaster hitting its first, death-defying drop. We dipped hard to the squealing delight of some teenager girls seated in coach. I remained silent, but inside, a litany of fuck fuck fuckrattled around my head.
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