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Title: Redesigning Max (Foothills Pride #2)
Author: Pat Henshaw
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Cover Artist: AngstyG
Genre: Contemporary, Gay Fiction, Romance
Renowned interior designer Fredi Zimmer is surprised when outdoorsman Max Greene, owner of Greene’s Hunting and Fishing, hires him to remodel his rustic cabin in the Sierra Nevada foothills. Fredi is an out and proud Metro male whose contact with the outdoors is from his car to the doorway of the million-dollar homes’ he remodels, and Max is just too hunky gorgeous for words.
When Max starts coming on to Fredi, the designer can’t imagine why. But he’s game to put a little spice into Max’s life, even if it’s just in the colors and fixtures he’ll use to turn Max’s dilapidated rustic cabin into a showplace. Who can blame a guy for adding a little sensual pleasure as he retools Max’s life visually?
Max, for his part, is grateful when Fredi takes him in hand, both metaphorically and literally. Coming out, he finds is the most exciting and wonderful time of his life, despite the conservative former friends who want to stop his slide into hell.
Ten places I would like to visit and why
For someone who’s never been wealthy, I’ve done a lot of traveling in my life. Having a daughter who lives in Rome, Italy, and having a niece who worked for an airline at a time when passes for relatives were available have helped motivate me. But I think even without that motivation, I probably would have traveled. I’m inherently curious about who other people are and how they live. Isn’t that one of the curses of being a fiction writer? Here’s my top ten list of places I’d like to visit, with two being places I’d like to visit again.
What’s not to love? An old civilization with absolutely stunning art and architecture gathered in a remote area. I’ve found in other places where history and art are entwined there’s a spiritual vibe that I can feel when I’m there. I’d like to see what ambiance the Incas left behind for us.
Anasazi Cliff Dwellings
Here’s another ancient site with a long, involved story to tell, except this time their story has been lost. The Anasazi mystery intrigues me as does the idea of hacking out a dwelling from the side of a mountain. What I’ve seen in photos reminds me of an ant hill or a series of gopher holes, and I wonder if the rooms feel like caves or warrens, or if they feel more like rooms in houses. I also wonder if it’s possible to pick up vibes left over from the former residents.
Terra Cotta Warriors, near Xian, China
The fact that each warrior might be a life-cast or individual, unique sculpture makes me curious to see them. I’d also like to experience seeing them lined up at the site where they were found and unearthed. This is just one of the many stops I’d like to make in China.
Northern Lights in Scandinavia or Iceland
While we were in Alaska, we had a chance to travel to the North Pole and see the Northern Lights. I turned it down since the trip amounted to a plane trip north, a quick peek at the lights if they were there, a photo op at the North Pole, and then the flight back. Instead, I’d like to stay at a hotel somewhere in Scandinavia or Iceland where I’d have more than one shot at seeing them and be somewhere comfortable at the same time. Yes, yes, I’ve become a pampered traveler these days.
Abu Simbel (again)
I want to go back to Abu Simbel during the coolest part of the Egyptian desert year, so that I can really walk around and see this amazing site. “Cool” is a relative term in the desert, and even during its winter the temperatures can get into the mid- to upper-80s. But it still beats exploring when the temperatures are in the upper-90s and over 100 degrees. I don’t feel I explored it enough when we were there before.
Frieda Kahlo’s house, the Mexico City museum, so many other places call me to Mexico’s capital. But since it’s over 7000 feet in altitude, I’d have to take my roaming slowly. Still, it’s worth a little shortness of breath (having come from nearly sea level) to visit.
Prince Edward Island
I read the Anne of Green Gables series as a child and was always fascinated with her descriptions of the island and the people on it. This would be a trip revisiting my childhood imagination. And there better be an Anne Shirley house or museum or something there.
Peter Jackson has to have seen something in New Zealand besides hobbits, right? I’ve always been fascinated by Maori art and culture. The tribal art and sculpture look a lot like Incan arts, and I wonder if there’s a connection somehow. I’d like to explore and learn more from ground zero.
Bath, England (again)
The land of Jane Austen and Regency literature passed by much too quickly the last time I was in Bath. True, I stood in the Pump Room and took pictures, but this time I actually want to sit down and have a proper tea. I also want to visit the other sites and go into the church that was closed at the time.
Train trip through the Canadian Rockies
I’ve lived at the foothills of the American Rockies in Ft. Collins, Colorado, but a number of people I know say that Banff, Lake Louise, and the elegant vistas of the Canadian Rockies have the American version beat. I’d like to see if that’s true. I can’t image anything more wonderful than standing on the top of Trail Ridge Road in Estes Park, but I’m open to being proven wrong.
By the time we got to the Rock Bottom Cafe, I felt like I’d bottomed out. I was hungry, tired, and feeling the first twinges of a headache.
Max hadn’t exaggerated about how much I’d hate the Rock Bottom’s decor. It was the worst of rural cafe: hellacious plastic flowers, grotesque plastic-covered booths, peeling gangrene-painted beadboard walls, pockmarked linoleum floor, and faded food-stained menus. It made the cabin look almost palatial, except it didn’t smell as bad.
As Max slid into one side of a booth and I into the other, he said, “Food’s great here. Okay?”
I glared at him, but I had to admit the odors coming from the kitchen wove seductively around us.
After we’d ordered and had gotten glasses of iced tea, which I liberally dosed with artificial sweetener, Max leaned back in his side of the booth and blew out a little breath.
“So guess here’s what you need to know about me.” He was looking at the tabletop. “I was an only kid when my folks died. Raised by my aunt and uncle with their four boys. I was the youngest and nobody cared what I thought, so I don’t talk much.”
Oh dear. I wasn’t sure which of those statements I should answer, if any. My heart bled for the beautiful man in front of me who would give me a raging hard-on if I let my libido take control.
His words and lack of self-pity made me want to create a unique space where he’d feel completely at home and that would soothe him when he needed it. I probably wouldn’t end up his BFF or someone he could unbend with, but I could create a warm cocoon to shelter and coddle the man or let him entertain his friends comfortably.
The image of the young Max feeling like an outsider when he was thrust on his uncaring aunt and uncle to raise was banished by the waitress who put lunch in front of us.
“Oh. My. God!” I nearly drooled into the chili and homemade bread as I tasted them. “This is incredible.”
“What’d I tell you?” Max gloated. “Said you shouldn’t be put off by the decor. Some of us are more than our decor.”
I spooned up a couple of bites, then looked at Max. “You really do think I’m a snob, don’t you?”
Why was it so easy to get him to blush? I hadn’t a clue, but his quick, mercurial red cheeks had me intrigued.
“No, no, I don’t think you’re a snob,” he protested. “I mean, you’re just so….” He waved a couple of fingers at me, but kept his elbows on the table as if protecting his bowl of chili.
“I’m so what?”
Max shrugged. “I don’t know. Beautiful. And fancy,” he added, ducking his head over his bowl.
Ah, I understood now. Max was intimidated by my suit.
“Look, you came to get me in the coffee shop. I was dressed to take a rich lady through her house later this afternoon. I can work in jeans and a T-shirt”—did Max think I wore suits every day?—“or anything I want. Pajamas even. You just caught me on a suit day.” Which, I didn’t add, was too often for even my overblown sense of style.
Now Max was staring at me.
“Yeah, right. You wear jeans,” he scoffed, but looked interested, intrigued.
I shrugged. “Okay, not when I’m with a client. At home I’m way more casual.” I might have sounded a tad defensive.
“Yeah, right,” Max muttered with a grin.
I left it lying there. It wasn’t worth fighting about. But it bothered me that he saw such a divide between us. I was just a man, wasn’t I? Just like him, right? What was he going on about? Sheesh.
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About the Author
Pat Henshaw, author of the Foothills Pride series, was born in Nebraska but promptly left the cold and snow after college, living at various times in Texas, Colorado, Northern Virginia, and Northern California. Pat has visited Mexico, Canada, Europe, Nicaragua, Thailand, and Egypt, and regularly travels to Rome, Italy, and Eugene, Oregon, to see family.
Now retired, Pat has taught English composition at the junior college level; written book reviews for newspapers, magazines, and websites; helped students find information as a librarian; and promoted PBS television programs.
Pat has raised two incredible daughters who daily amaze everyone with their power and compassion. Pat’s supported by a husband who keeps her grounded in reality when she threatens to drift away writing fiction.
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