Tour: Aidan Wayne – Grounded

Title:  Grounded

Author: Aidan Wayne

Publisher:  NineStar Press

Release Date: August 21

Heat Level: 2 – Fade to Black Sex

Pairing: Male/Male

Length: 40000

Genre: Contemporary, chefs, children, contemporary, sports, gay, pansexual, trans

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Synopsis

Between raising his daughter Camille, his work as a full-time pastry chef, and his hobby of capoeira, Baz’s life is pretty full. He may be a little lonely, but he’s too busy to think about it all that much.

When his cousin Alaina introduces him to Terry, another capoeira student, Baz is instantly drawn to him. Though quiet and withdrawn, Terry ends up being a fun, interesting person who Baz can’t help but fall for. And when Baz does things, he doesn’t do them halfway.

Terry is a successful voice actor and a talented martial artist. But the fact that he’s shy, on top of being a trans man, has kept him from really dating. He likes Baz, he does—he just doesn’t want to mess up their friendship by failing at romance. Still, Baz is nothing if not stubborn, and Terry is willing to give things a try.

Excerpt

Grounded
Aidan Wayne © 2017
All Rights Reserved

Later, after Camille had been in bed for several hours and Baz was reading up on food science, like he often did when he had some spare time, his phone buzzed in his pocket. It was a message from Terry.

Man, tell me to go to sleep.

It was eleven thirty. Not too late, certainly not by Baz’s standards. Why? What’s up?

The reply was almost instantaneous. I’ve got to be at the airport tomorrow at 8:30. I need to sleep. But I’m not going to bed, just like I always do before a flight. I’m packed and ready, just not sleeping.

Can’t you sleep on the plane?

I could yeah, but I probably won’t. I’ll probably crash when I get in but still. I should be in bed right now. Followed by, Are you at work?

Baz grinned at his phone. Nope, it’s my day off. Spent it with Camille after she got home from school.

Oh nice! And yay for a day off.

Yeah, it’s good I’m off work today. We have a new guy in who thinks he’s hot stuff and is lording it over everyone in the kitchen.

What really? That sounds stupid.

It really is. He’s expecting other people to help him with prep work. And he does salads. Dude, you have ONE JOB, and it is to make sure the radicchio is cut up properly.

That sounds like the dumbest thing.

Baz got an idea. Hey, if you’re going to be up, do you want to talk some more?

Sure. I mean, I’m not sleeping so.

So he called Terry.

“Hello?” Terry sounded kind of confused, as if he hadn’t expected Baz to call. What did he think Baz had meant?

“Hey. This okay?”

“Oh, yeah. I’m not about to go to bed so…yeah. Hi.”

Baz chuckled. “Hey.”

“So this salad guy?”

“Oh my god, you might not want to get me started. Normally I’m all for new people in the kitchen, you know? You do your work, you help out other people when they need it. C’est la vie, right? That’s life? But this guy, he just—he worked his way up from dishwasher, which is a perfectly respectable way to make it in a kitchen, and he was fine when he was washing dishes, but now that he’s on prep, he seems to think he’s in charge. And like, no, buddy—there is a line of people who are in charge in the kitchen, and you’re pretty much dead last.”

“What kind of stuff does he do?”

“He doesn’t do his job! He falls behind on prep work and then expects the rest of us to pitch in to help him get things out on time. You watch, tomorrow I’m just going to say no, and refuse to help. He’s going to go down in flames. And normally I wouldn’t, but he’s… The guy needs to learn a lesson.”

“Geez, it sure sounds like it.” Terry sounded sincere, which was nice. Baz knew he was ranting.

“But anyway, yeah, that’s what’s going on with me. And you? Ready for your flight?”

“I better be. I only packed and re-packed my luggage four times. I’m flying Spirit, with a personal item, which I’ve never done before—flown Spirit I mean. I’m so worried my personal item is going to be too big even though I measured it a bajillion times and it reads as under.”

“What are you using?”

“Kid’s backpack,” Terry said. “Small enough but fits what I need, padded nicely, has a space for my laptop.”

“Sounds like you’re set.”

“I am, I am. I just worry. I always do before I travel.”

“Do you travel a lot?” Baz hadn’t since Camille had been born. He had plans to take her to France soon, though, so she could experience the country firsthand now that she was old enough to understand traveling. He already had room and board figured out; they were going to stay with Baz’s parents, just outside of Paris. He was thinking sometime next year—New Year’s maybe, after Christmas.

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Meet the Author

Aidan Wayne has been a jeweler, paralegal, neurofeedback technician, and martial arts instructor. And that’s not even the whole list. They’ve been in constant motion since before they were born (pity Aidan’s mom!)—and being born didn’t change anything. When not moving, Aidan is usually writing, so things tend to balance out. They primarily write character-driven stories with happy endings, because, dammit, queer people deserve happy endings too.

Aidan has several plants: Viola and Baby V., the African violets; George, the ponytail palm; Antigone, the orchid; and an unidentified succulent, the-plant-that-has-not-yet-been-named-but-is-often-called-Steve. They live with their plants on the seventh floor of an apartment building. The building has an elevator, but Aidan refuses to acknowledge its existence.

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