RBTL Tours: a Spirit without Borders by Andrew Grey

Title: a Spirit without Borders 

Author: Andrew Grey 

Series: Stand Alone 

Genre: M/M Contemporary 

Publisher: Dreamspinner Press

Release Date: July 19 2015

Edition/Formats Available In: eBook & Print

Blurb/Synopsis:

Dillon McDowell, an infectious disease specialist, jumps at the opportunity to work with Doctors Without Borders in Liberia. But when he arrives, things are very different than he expected, and he’s out of his depth. Will Scarlet takes him under his wing and helps him adjust. A hint of normalcy comes when a group of local boys invite Dillon to play soccer.

Will’s family rejected him for being gay, and he’s closed off his heart. Even though meeting Dillon opens him to the possibility of love, he’s wary. They come from different worlds, and Will plans to volunteer for another stint overseas. But Will realizes what Dillon means to him when Dillon becomes ill, and they can no longer deny their feelings.

When Dillon’s soccer friends lose their parents and aunt to disease, Will and Dillon must work together to ensure that the boys aren’t cast adrift in a society that’s afraid they might be contagious.  They must also decide if their feelings are real or just the result of proximity and hardship. 

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Excerpt:

 Dillon was not prepared. As much as he read and tried to be ready for his trip, he was not at all prepared for the chaos and the smell as thousands of people milled and herded their way through the stiflingly hot airport in Monrovia, the Liberian capital. He wanted nothing more than to get out of this building, but the lines moved at a snail’s pace, and Dillon gasped for breath and any sort of refreshing breeze. Even the ceiling fans didn’t seem to do a dang thing. By the time he got to the front of the line and had his documents stamped, he was soaked with sweat.

Finally Dillon retrieved his luggage and headed toward the exit with throngs of others. He had papers in hand with his instructions and looked around the airport’s arrivals area. Finally a man rushed up to him. “Dillon McDowell?” he said rather haltingly.

“Yes,” Dillon said and moved closer.

“I am Uriel. I am your ride.” He offered a huge smile. “Come with me.” Uriel turned, and Dillon followed, weaving through hordes of people carrying bags and baskets, dressed in every color known to man. The noise was nearly deafening. Somehow he managed to keep up as they went outside. The air was even hotter, but, thank God, there was a breeze. He inhaled and did his best not to cough. He had truly not been prepared for any of this, and he reminded himself that he was on an adventure.

“I take you to hotel for tonight. Tomorrow we go to hospital. Okay?”

“That would be great.” Dillon was tired and desperately needed to clean up. He followed Uriel to an old car and stowed his luggage in the trunk, which was held together with gray tape. He got in next to Uriel and waited for him to start the engine. As soon as Uriel did, cool air blew from the vents. There was a God after all. Dillon held up his arms and let the air flow over him. He sighed and closed his eyes.

“We go now,” Uriel said and started the car moving forward into chaotic traffic. There were signs, but no one seemed to obey them. Dillon held on and hoped like hell they’d make it to the hotel in one piece. It took about an hour, but eventually they pulled up in front of a building that looked surprisingly modern. It wasn’t palatial, by any means, but it seemed nice enough. Dillon got out and pulled his luggage from the trunk as Uriel walked around to where he stood. “I get you tomorrow morning at nine. No be late.”

“Where are you staying?” Dillon asked, and Uriel pointed across the road to what looked like a building about ready to fall down. It took him a second to realize Uriel wasn’t pointing to the building but indicating a general direction.

“I go home, see my family.”

“Okay. Thank you for the ride, and I’ll see you in the morning.” Dillon picked up his bags and walked into the hotel. It was cooler than outside, but still warm. He supposed the heat was something he would have to get used to. He approached the staff members at the front desk and told them his name. Thankfully, they were indeed expecting him, and after he checked in, Dillon was given an old-fashioned key and pointed toward the stairs. The lift was out of order, the desk clerk explained.

Not that it mattered. Dillon carried his bags up the stairs to the third floor. He found his room and let himself in. The room was stifling, but there was air-conditioning of a sort. He turned it on and prayed that it worked. It did, so Dillon put his bags aside and flopped down on the bed. He was bone weary, and once the room cooled, he fell asleep without getting undressed.

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Author Information:

Andrew grew up in western Michigan with a father who loved to tell stories and a mother who loved to read them. Since then he has lived throughout the country and traveled throughout the world. He has a master’s degree from the University of Wisconsin-Milwaukee and works in information systems for a large corporation.

Andrew’s hobbies include collecting antiques, gardening, and leaving his dirty dishes anywhere but in the sink (particularly when writing)  He considers himself blessed with an accepting family, fantastic friends, and the world’s most supportive and loving partner. Andrew currently lives in beautiful, historic Carlisle, Pennsylvania.

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