Comic book café owner and graphic novelist Johnny Fabian has been having a tough time ever since he caught his wife in bed with his best friend and business partner. Now, getting over a nasty divorce and trying to move on with his life, he almost can’t believe his sudden good fortune when local vet, Nelson O’Keefe—about the only other single guy in the country town of Ojai—invites him on the vacation he won in a radio contest to the sunny, sandy, sexy Caribbean.
Johnny thinks a break is just what he needs until he arrives on Saba Island and realizes his dream vacation is actually one big Mardi Gras—for gays. He freaks, especially when he learns he can’t get a flight off the island for at least a week.
Advised by his friends and traveling companion to just have fun and relax, he tells them he can’t. He’s not gay. Never was, never will be. No matter what his ex-wife has been telling everybody…
This book was previously published.
I lay in bed waiting for the alarm to go off. It rained outside, which wasn’t at all unusual for Ojai, California, in the dead of winter. Being thoroughly depressed with Christmas now ten days away, was unusual. I hadn’t been this miserable when my wife, Sam, had left me, and now I lay like a lovesick swan, nursing a broken heart over…another man.
It still shocked me how hard I’d fallen for the most awesome person I’d ever met. Not only that, but I’d hardly seen Nelson O’Keefe, the hunkiest vet on record, since we’d returned from our Caribbean vacation. He’d won a contest for a trip for two—and during the week-long fun in the sun excursion in the remote and exquisite Saba Island, he’d won my heart.
He said he was busy and, fair enough, I knew he was. But he could have made time for me. I gripped the pillow beside me and wished his head were on it. My cat, Pablo, asleep beside me, lay curved into the hollow of my side on top of the bed covers. He was a sweet, beautiful creature and gave me some comfort, a lot of comfort, actually, but I missed my man.
“I don’t even know if I have the right to call him my man,” I told the cat, who ignored me. Not unusual. I kept looking for signs that Nelson wasn’t interested. He said he was, but he wanted to take things slowly. The way I felt was that if things went any slower, they’d rust. I‘m all gayed up with no place to go.
Taking a deep breath, I waited for the clock radio to kick in. Set for 6.21 a.m., I waited. Just a couple more minutes and a human voice would be in the room with me…