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Happy New Year, Outside the Margin readers.
I hope you had a great holiday, however you celebrate.
What plans do you have for 2016? Have you got your year organised already? I know some of my fellow OTMmers already have everything planned. This is my writing diary….
Yes, I have no plans. I’ve left it blank deliberately. It’s as blank as my mind, because the boys aren’t talking in my head. But that’s okay. I’ve been doing this for nearly six years and now it’s time to regroup.
I’m going to do a strange thing for me. I need to step outside the house and do a bit of living. The one thing I’ve learned over the six years is that I get a lot of writer’s block. I’ve mentioned before about quitting writing (royalties decreasing yada yada) and strangely that’s not as scary as it seemed when I first thought about it.
I’m not looking for new stories and new ideas. Maybe it might take a while but I know the stories are out there and when the time is right I write again. In the meantime I won’t stop reading the genre and I’ll be the best cheerleader ever.
Have a great start to the New Year. Much love from me.
Title: Island Doctor
Author: Sue Brown
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Publication Date: 01/11/2016
Cover Artist: L.C. Chase
Genre: Contemporary, M/M Romance
Dr. Jeff Martin has spent five years as a rural general practitioner on the Isle of Wight, hiding the fact he’s gay. He travels in secret to see his partner, Tris, but when he discovers Tris has been cheating on him, he ends their relationship. Then Jeff meets island native Cameron Gillard. Cameron is down-to-earth, lively, and treats Jeff like he’s the most important person in his life. Jeff blooms under Cameron’s attention, and he decides to come out to his colleagues and friends.
Just when things are going well, Tris reappears out of the blue. Jeff is no longer interested in Tris, but it seems he has two men to convince. Tris, who can’t believe Jeff is serious about wanting to end their relationship, and Cameron, who can’t hide his jealousy of Tris.
Jeff is certain about one thing—the only man he wants in his life is Cameron. Now he just needs to prove it to him.
DR. JEFF Martin was listening to his patient’s endless babble with half an ear, most of his attention focused on her legs, which weren’t healing as fast as he would like. He knew what the problem was, and more to the point, so did she. At a shade over a hundred years old, Mrs. Gillard was finally starting to wear down and her body was telling her to rest, a fact she blatantly ignored. The skin on her shins was ulcerated and weeping.
“You’ve been rushing around too much, Helen,” he said, cutting across her current story as politely as he could. He’d heard it before, and as much as he didn’t mind tales of her gorgeous great-grandson—he’d seen the photos, and the man was stunning—now he was far more concerned with his patient’s health.
“I have not,” Mrs. Gillard denied.
Jeff raised one eyebrow, daring her to lie to his face again. “So you didn’t go to bingo last week? Or bowling on Monday. And what was it on Tuesday?”
“Rose’s funeral,” she muttered, refusing to look into his eyes.
“How did it go?” he asked, starting to bandage her leg again. One of her friends, Rose Owens, had finally succumbed after a stroke a couple of weeks previously. Helen had talked about Rose before.
“Raucous,” she said. “It could never be anything different with the Owenses.”
Jeff grinned. “What happened?”
“It was loud but at least young Paul behaved for once. He was draped over a rather nice American lad. Sam’s Liam gave the eulogy. Had us all in tears. Rose would have killed him if she’d heard it.” Mrs. Gillard sighed. “She was very lucky to have a family like that.”
Jeff frowned as he secured the dressing. “What do you mean? You’ve got a family like the Owenses.”
“I don’t think they care for me like Rose’s family cared for her.”
Jeff sat back on his heels and looked at her, noting the tears threatening to spill over onto her wrinkled cheeks. “What’s happened, Helen?”
“I had words with Maureen.”
“Your… daughter-in-law?” Mrs. Gillard’s family, while not as extensive as the Owens clan, stretched over several generations, and Jeff was hard put to remember all their names.
Mrs. Gillard nodded, and a tear trickled down each cheek.
“Why did you have words?”
“She wants Norman to put me in a home. She says I can’t be trusted to look after myself.”
Jeff held back a sigh. Maureen had a point. Although Helen Gillard was fiercely independent, she was finding it more difficult to look after herself, and combined with noncompliance about keeping her feet up, there was going to come a point when she couldn’t carry on alone. Norman and Maureen were in their seventies, and not in a position to look after Helen at home. It fell to her great-grandson, Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome, to look after her for shopping and cleaning.
“Would it be so bad? A couple of the nursing homes on the island are really good.” He could recommend a few homes on the Isle of Wight if they needed a list.
“If you’re about to croak,” Mrs. Gillard snapped. “I’m not ready to go out in my box just yet, thank you, Dr. Martin.”
Jeff saw the fear in her eyes. “Accepting a little extra help isn’t admitting defeat, Helen.”
“Wait until your kids want to force you out of your home. See how you like it.”
There wasn’t a chance in hell Jeff was going to have kids at any age, but he kept his mouth shut. “What do you want?”
“I want to die in my bed. I’ve lived here nearly eighty years, doctor. Can’t they wait just a little longer to get their hands on my money?”
Jeff patted her gnarled hand. “Let’s see about getting you some more care at home, before you have to worry about going into a home.”
Mrs. Gillard fumbled for her handkerchief and blew her nose. “Thank you.”
“But the deal’s off if I find you’ve been overdoing it, okay?” He waggled his eyebrows, and she giggled and sniffed.
“You just won’t find out.”
“They give you away.” He pointed at her bandaged legs.
Helen shook her gnarled fist at them. “Traitors!”
“I’ll get the nurse in to dress them tomorrow. If they don’t improve, you’re going to have to go back into hospital, and you don’t want to give Maureen any extra ammunition, do you?”
“I’ll try.” She sounded like a small child being scolded by her mother.
Jeff washed his hands and was about to leave when he heard the front door open and close.
“Gran, are you here?”
Mrs. Gillard’s eyes brightened. “Cameron. In here, duck.”
Before Jeff could make his escape, Cameron walked into the lounge, the ready smile morphing into a look of surprise as he saw Jeff.
“Hi. I’m Dr. Martin.” Bloody hell! The man was even more gorgeous in real life than he was in the numerous photos Jeff had seen. Jeff was hard put not to drool.
They shook hands, and then Cameron bent to give Mrs. Gillard a kiss on the cheek.
Jeff knew from Mrs. Gillard’s ramblings that Cameron was twenty-seven, which made him six years younger than Jeff. Cameron had only just had his birthday. Tall enough that Jeff had to look up, large hazel eyes framed by dark lashes, broad shoulders, long legs, and…. Jeff dragged his gaze away from Cameron’s arse as he bent over. Damn, Jeff needed to think of his boyfriend.
“I must be going,” he said, picking up his bag. He caught a flash of something in Cameron’s expression.
“Don’t let me drive you away. I’m only here to see if Gran needs anything.”
“I’ve finished,” Jeff said. “I’m due at the next patient.” Past due, Jeff realized as he looked at the clock. The surgery would not be pleased with him if he got behind. “Remember what I said.” He looked pointedly at Helen.
Jeff frowned, because that meek tone was totally fake, and saw a similar expression on Cameron’s face.
“What are you up to?” Cameron asked her.
“Nothing,” Mrs. Gillard said.
“Helen needs to stay off her feet or she’ll end up back in hospital,” Jeff said.
Cameron snorted. “Good luck with that.”
Jeff grinned as Mrs. Gillard frowned. Cameron grinned back, and something in Jeff melted.
“I’ve got to go,” he said hastily and left before he betrayed his interest in a wholly inappropriate and unprofessional fashion.
Cameron caught up with him at the door. “I’m glad we finally met, Dr. Martin. Gran talks about you all the time.”
Jeff clutched his bag in front of him, because the man was too gorgeous for his own good. “Likewise. Look, I really have to go, but you’ve got to encourage her to stay put. Her legs are really bad at the moment.”
“If they get any worse, I’m going to get her admitted.”
Cameron shoved his hand through his hair, ruffling the black curls. Jeff itched to smooth them out. “I’ll try, but you know what she’s like.”
They stared at each other, and Jeff wondered if it was his imagination that Cameron seemed as reluctant for Jeff to leave as Jeff was to go. Fortunately—or not—Jeff’s phone rang.
“I’ve—ah—got to answer this.”
“Yes, yes, of course.” Cameron opened the door, and Jeff fled down the path, apologizing profusely to one of the practice receptionists for being delayed and offering his nonexistent firstborn child by way of payment. He promised to make up the time as quickly as he could.
Jeff got into his car and looked at the clock. He groaned, knowing he was going to have to work through lunch to catch up before the afternoon surgery. As he started the car, something caught his eye, and he glanced over at Mrs. Gillard’s house. Was it his imagination, or was Cameron watching him from behind the curtain?
About Sue BrownSue Brown is owned by her dog and two children. When she isn’t following their orders, she can be found plotting at her laptop. In fact she hides so she can plot and has got expert at ignoring the orders.
Sue discovered M/M erotica at the time she woke up to find two men kissing on her favourite television series. The kissing was hot and tender and Sue wanted to write about this men. She may be late to the party, but she’s made up for it since, writing fan fiction until she was brave enough to venture out into the world of original fiction.
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