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Title: Please Understand
Author: Fai Marie Dawson
Publisher: MLR Press
Cover Artist: Melody Pond
Genre: Bisexual, Contemporary, Gay Fiction, M/M Romance, Trans*
To keep his mother off his back, Fox struggles to live life as a straight man. Following his failed marriage, he thinks he’s found a piece of heaven when he meets Audrey, a sexy dark-haired beauty. When he’s introduced to her twin brother, his life turns upside down. Mrs. Jones, a regular shopper at Fox’s quaint neighborhood bookstore, steps in to referee the fall-out. Can Fox maintain relationships with both Audrey and her brother? Can a late night train chase bring Fox closer to the one he loves? How far will Fox’s mother go to keep her son tight in her clutches?
Ten places I would like to visit and why
- LeMarais, Paris, France: When I was a senior in high school, my art teacher invited several students (I was one) to Paris for six weeks to study. I had the amount I needed in my savings account. Lessons, tours, experience. The hotel was located in the LeMarais district of Paris. But my parents didn’t want me to go and I wasn’t strong enough to break free and go anyway. I’ve regretted this decision ever since. So while writing my manuscript, LeMarais, I used this part of the city as one of the locations. I’ve wandered the streets on line, and still dream of actually going there. Plus, I want to investigate whether there is really a place in France where the ladies wear no pants. Ooh la la!
- Alice Springs, Northern Territory, Australia: Untamed desert, miles of nothing. Complete arid, sweltering solitude. Sounds like a great vacation. The Red Center has always fascinated me. But perhaps it started with the Kookaburra song when I was a child? The song, my favorite, was finally banned from the house, although I remember singing it wildly while swinging in the back yard. Years later, I saw the film, Alice to Nowhere. In it, a huge transport truck is highjacked, and they drive through the outback on dirt roads. I was in love with the desert! While we were in Sydney, we took day trips into the fringes of the outback. But I want a full week in Alice Springs! I drive a Subaru Outback, by the way. Just because.
- Winchester Mansion, San Jose, CA: The story behind this is fascinating. In an effort to avoid being haunted, she built a house that now haunts everyone who sees it. Obsession at its very best. Living in a home of that era, I love the architecture. I would love to see it. And it seems strange to me that the first owner of our house died the same year as Mrs. Winchester. 1922. Alone in this house.
- Carlsbad Caverns National Park, NM: I wanted to buy a house once in Santa Fe, and the high altitude there worsened my asthma. The terrain is so beautiful, and is such a contrast from Western Washington. I ‘collect’ cave experiences, and have visited many in Washington, Oregon, California, Idaho, Virginia, Kentucky, South Dakota, and even in New South Wales, Australia. This one is next! Bring out the bats!
- Millau Viaduct, Millau, France: This bridge goes beyond anything even possible! When I first saw pictures of it, I thought it had been computer generated. I mean, it comes up and over the clouds! How does this happen? If you haven’t seen it, you’ve got to look it up. You can imagine my excitement when the Tour de France rode under it this year. Amazing. When I go, I will rent a motorcycle, so I can ride above the clouds. Yes.
- New York, New York: Audrey Hepburn and Breakfast at Tiffany’s. There is no better reason. I will stay at the Waldorf Astoria, just so I can order their Waldorf salad by room service.
- Niagara Falls, New York and Ontario: A traditional romantic spot for lovers. From the pictures, I wouldn’t want to go with someone I didn’t trust! I don’t want to be talked into riding down the falls in a barrel, or climbing over the railing for a better view.
- Anywhere New Zealand: Land of the Hobbit! The pictures are amazing. I want to visit the Maori village of Whakarewarewa. I want to trek through forests. I want to eat meals cooked from thermal heat. I want to become a Hobbit and go on an adventure.
- Cruise around Antarctica: The main attraction for me will be the penguins. The fairy penguins were nesting in Tasmania when I was there, and refused to come out. So these animals are still on my to-see list. So cute, so adapted to their environment. Although I must admit, the idea of a large ship near ice bergs make me a little nervous, I think checking to make sure the ship hasn’t been christened Titanic II should be sufficient.
- Hawaii: So many people have told me about their Hawaii paradise experiences, and I want one of my own. The volcanoes, the beaches, the warm sun. Swimming with the dolphins and sea turtles is an experience I would treasure. Definitely on my list!
It was shortly after lunch on Friday that Mrs. Jones came in. Although she had shown such tenderness to Audrey, I was still in fear and awe of this woman. To me she was curt and demanding. I still dreaded Fridays on account of her. Today she barged through the door: middle aged, shaped like a tank, with a formidable purse that I suspected she could brandish as a weapon if she so chose. I shamefully admit that I hid, shaking, in the back room. I remained hidden behind the door as I watched through the space under the hinge.
She marched straight over to Tommie, who was innocently concentrating in his chair, bent over his laptop. He didn’t stand a chance.
Tommie looked up and scanned the shop. Not finding me, he sacrificed himself for the greater cause.
He said something I couldn’t hear then he looked around the shop again, I supposed in a vain hope that I might come rescue him. I saw him take a deep breath, preparing himself for the inevitable. Poor man didn’t have a clue what he was up against. I knew I should come out of hiding, but so help me, I didn’t have the strength. I had been dealing with her on my own every Friday for over a year, and my morbid curiosity wanted to see what she could do to someone else.
“What can I help you with, Ms. ––?
“Mrs. Jones.” She said it decisively and firmly. No question about it, she was Mrs. Jones. Like no other, she stood like a rock.
He nodded and snapped his laptop shut. “What can I help you with, Mrs. Jones?” When he stood, her eyes scanned down his body like a CT scan, slowly taking in and savoring every inch carefully.
He carried his laptop and set it on the shelf under the front counter. Mrs. Jones took in the view from behind, her head tilted thoughtfully.
I remained silent. This was getting interesting. I was seeing a side of Mrs. Jones I hadn’t known existed. I was anxious to see if Tommie could handle her.
“Well,” she said a bit breathlessly. “Tommie, your jeans are a bit tight.” He turned slowly, but her eyes settled on his midsection, centering on the zipper of his jeans.
“My eyes are up here, Mrs. Jones.”
“Totally inappropriate!” But her eyes still wandered appreciatively over Tommie’s landscape.
“Very well, Mrs. Jones,” I saw him smile pleasantly then ask, “But may I help you find something?”
I didn’t hear what she said, but to my dismay, he led her to the closet where my adult books were stashed. I almost came out to prevent the disaster that I anticipated, but instead of indignation, within moments they returned to the front desk, and I watched as he rang up her purchases. She had chosen several books.
“I hope you enjoy these, Mrs. Jones.”
“You’ve been most helpful, Tommie, not like that naughty Fox that you work for.”
She waved goodbye happily and blew him a kiss as she went out the door, her purchases held tightly to her ample chest.
“Coward!” I assumed he was talking to me, although he didn’t look up.
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About the Author
Fai Dawson lives in a small town thirty miles northeast of Seattle Washington in the foothills of the Cascade Mountains with her beloved wife, Becky. Together, they work on restoring their 110-year-old Victorian home. She spends her days writing, blogging and walking Moxie, their Newfie-Chow through the rainy streets of town. Pepe, a brave and proud tuxedo cat is her muse, ever mindful of providing inspiration for her next project. Although she has filled countless journals in her life, she began writing seriously in 2009 as a way to deal with anxiety. She is currently working on her next manuscript.
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