Please Welcome Andrew Grey with His New Release A Serving of Love!

I am  super excited today to be spending some time with one of my most favorite m/m authors. He brings passionate stories to life that make my soul happy and me cry and laugh and giggle, normally go through some major tissue too. I find I’m anxiously awaiting his next release.  Now for the fun interview and then a fantastic excerpt!

Where did the inspiration from this story come from?

 A Serving of Love is the follow up to A Taste of Love and when I wrote the original story, I intended to write Sebastian’s story. It seemed like a natural extension for me, but it took some time for the characters and the ideas to form in my mind.

Where’s your favorite place to write?

 I write in a number of places, but most often in the media room of the house. I often have the television on so I have something to ignore.

How do you get yourself in the mood to write?

 For me that’s quite easy. I have written on planes, trains, in the car, you name it. My characters speak to me almost constantly when I’m writing a stroy , so it’s rarely difficult for me to get started. The one exception is when I’m tired. Then my mind shuts down and I’m unable to write.

What is the best writing tip you’ve been given?

 To write every day. I average between 2000 and 3000 words a day and I spend part of every day in front of my computer. For me it means that the story keeps moving and doesn’t stagnate in my mind. It also means that I make progress each day which helps move me through the story.

If you could bring one of your characters from this book to life which would you bring and why?

Sebastian. I think he would make a great friend. Someone I could have a lot of fun with.

What is the biggest writing challenge you’ve taken on and why? Did you Succeed?

The biggest writing challenge was Seven Days. It’s different form the other things I’ve written and while I love the story and the characters really speak to me, I wasn’t sure if my readers would embrace them. Luckily they really seem to like them which makes me really happy.

What formats are your works available in?

My full length novels are available both in print and electronic formats. Electronically, my stories are available in all formats including PDF, Kindle, as well as others.

Why did you choose the genre you write?

I came of age in the era of AIDS literature and it was so depressing that I stopped reading gay lit of any type. I discovered gay romance a while ago, began reading it, and then tried writing a story. The rest as they say is history.

What are the qualities you have to have in your heroes?

 There are no set qualities. I like them to be strong, but that isn’t necessarily a requirement. each hero tends to be different and have different qualities based upon the story.

You choose a lot of farm/ open land settings. Are you from a farmland community? If not how do you choose the settings you do?

 I spent part of my teenage years in the country. I worked on a horse farm for a while, so the country feels like home. It’s the place I go in my writing when I’m looking for peace.

How much research goes into your work?

 It depends on the story. Some require more research than others depending upon the setting and the topic of the story. The Range stories required some research because of the setting. I have visited the Western US, but I’ve never lived there. Other stories require no research at all because I’m familiar with the setting and subject.

What was your ideal career as a child?

 I wanted to be a doctor, I think. It’s hard for me to remember.

Do you set short term and long term goals for your writing? If so what’s your one year, five year and ten year plan?

When it comes to my writing, I like to take it one day at a time. I write because I love I love it and I don’t make a lot of plans because that saps some of the fun out of it for me. I work full time and writing is some of what I do for fun.

Is there any advice you’d give new authors who want to break into writing the m/m genre?

 Write what you love and from the heart. Don’t write to fill some perceived niche or market. When you do that you take away the fun and aren’t true to yourself. Above all… Have Fun.


Sebastian Franklin has waited a long time to prove himself as front of the house manager at Cafe Belgie, but his first night in charge while Darryl, his boss, is on vacation is less than a success. The restaurant is robbed at closing time, and the Good Samaritan who foiled the robber comes with his own complications.

Robert Fortier is the county’s newest judge, and a reluctant one at that. He is well aware that a public life is not always easy, especially when your personal life makes you the target of a media frenzy. Still, Robert enjoys Sebastian’s company, and Sebastian is never without a serving of happiness and flair for his favorite public figure. But Sebastian is not without his issues either—family chaos and an ex in trouble will put the pressure on as they struggle for even footing in this new romance.

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The afternoon was quiet as they got the dining room ready for the dinner service. Customers trickled in all afternoon, keeping them reasonably busy, but by the time the dinner service was ready to start, the restaurant was clean and ready. They were nearly booked solid, and the customers kept Sebastian and the servers busy for hours. Sebastian was never so happy as when he checked his watch and saw it was already nine o’clock. He felt sweaty and exhausted.

Walking to the front to lock the doors, the last customers lingering, servers already cleaning up, he saw a man in a hooded sweatshirt hurrying in, and Sebastian approached him to see if he wanted a table. Instead, the man pulled a knife, and Sebastian backed away. “Where’s the cash?”

Sebastian felt his legs shake. “In the server’s station,” he answered, taking a deep breath, looking around the nearly empty dining room.

“Don’t move,” the man growled, grabbing Sebastian’s arm, nails digging into his skin, dragging him toward the register. Sebastian opened the drawer and backed away while the man grabbed the larger bills from the drawer. “Is that all?” the man asked, voice rushed and throaty. Sebastian nodded slowly, and the man let him go, hurrying back toward the restaurant door. Sebastian didn’t move, hoping no one else did, either. Darryl had told everyone if they were ever robbed to let them have the money. Watching the man go, Sebastian tried to memorize any details he could.

As the thief reached the front door, it seemed to open for him, and then he seemed to fly through the air, and Sebastian heard a loud thunk. “Call the police,” Sebastian told the nearest server, not even stopping to see who it was before hurrying to the door. Sebastian saw the sweatshirted man lying on the sidewalk with another man kneeling near him.

“I’m sorry,” the kneeling man was saying. “Are you okay? I didn’t see you coming.”

“That man robbed us,” Sebastian said, pointing, and the other man immediately backed away. “We’ve called the police,” Sebastian explained as sirens could already be heard, getting louder and louder. The thief started to move, and as Sebastian backed away further, the other man scrambled to his feet, and Sebastian’s eyes widened as the man towered over him. The sirens got closer, and Sebastian backed further away as the man on the ground began to move, groaning more loudly. Police officers hurried up the sidewalk, and Sebastian backed up even further.

“No one move!” the first officer commanded.

Sebastian froze and began explaining. “That man robbed the restaurant,” Sebastian exclaimed as the man on the ground actually tried to get on his feet. One of the officers forced him back onto the ground and cuffed him while the other walked to where Sebastian and the other man stood watching.

“He pulled a knife and made me give him the money from the register,” Sebastian said in a rush of words as he started to shake.

“It’s okay, sir, just take your time. He’s not going anywhere,” the police officer said before turning to the other officer. “Did you find a knife?”

“Yeah, already secured it, and I found the money as well. Backup’s on the way too,” he added before tugging the guy to his feet, helping him into the back of the police car, none too gently. Another car arrived, as did a third.

“If you gentlemen could step inside, I’ll be with you in a few minutes,” the police officer told them, and Sebastian nodded, now feeling the cold. Opening the door, he held it for the other man, who walked inside. Sebastian noticed that he had to duck slightly so he wouldn’t hit his head on the overhead door closer.

The dining room still had a few customers lingering at their tables, watching the happenings outside. “Would you like anything?” Sebastian asked when the man had settled at a table.

“I was coming in to get some dinner, but it looks like you’re closing,” he said, looking around.

Sebastian handed him a menu. “Order what you like. Dinner’s on the house.”

The tall man smiled, his face changing instantly from ordinary to incredible in a second. “That’s not necessary,” he answered, looking over the menu. “Can I have the steak frites, medium, and a cup of coffee?”

“No problem. I’ll be right back.” Sebastian hurried to Jane, who was clearing a table. “Bring a cup of coffee to the gentleman near the door.” She nodded, and Sebastian hurried to the kitchen. “Kelly, I need a steak frites, medium.”

She paused in her cleaning. “What the hell happened?”

“We were robbed,” he answered, heaving a deep breath to try to calm himself. “The police have the guy, thanks to a customer.” Sebastian forced himself to slow down. “That’s his order, by the way, and could I get one of the special salads too? Oh, and set aside one of Maureen’s mousses for him.” Excitement coursed through him, and he tamped it down, regulating his breathing.

“One thing at a time.” Kelly started going to work with practiced ease. “We were robbed?”

“Yeah.” He gave Kelly the abbreviated version as she finished the salad. “He tripped the guy or something, and the robber hit his head on a parked car. There was a dent this big in it,” Sebastian said, demonstrating with his hands before picking up the salad. “I’ll probably need to meet with the police because I saw the guy.”

“Then take the salad out and meet with the police. I’ll bring out the order when it’s ready.”

“Thanks, Kelly, you’re the best.” Leaving the kitchen, he carried the salad to the table, where a police officer was seated along with the tall man. Sebastian set the salad in front of the man before asking the police officer if he’d like anything.

He declined and motioned Sebastian to a seat. “I’m Officer Cloud. I’d like you to tell me what happened.”

Sebastian told the officer what happened, doing his best to keep his voice level and remain calm, but his heart still pounded in his chest. “It happened so fast,” he added at the end, “I barely had time to think.”

“You did the right thing, sir,” the officer said. “Just give them the money and call the police. Your life isn’t worth a few dollars.” The officer consulted his notes. “We’ve had a few of these snatch-and-grab-type robberies in the last few weeks, and I’m hoping we’ve got our culprit,” the officer said before asking for Sebastian’s name, phone number, and address, as well as the address and phone number of the restaurant. Kelly joined them at the table with the steak frites, placing the plate on the table, along with the mousse, and thanking the man for his help before returning to the kitchen. “Thank you both,” the officer said, pushing his chair back. “I’ll be in touch in the next few days. We’ve got the money he stole and should be able to get it back to you in the next few days. I’ll drop by a receipt for it tomorrow.”

Sebastian stood up as well, shaking the officer’s hand. “Thank you for all your help,” Sebastian said, walking the officer to the door, then closing and locking it behind him before returning to the table. “Is everything okay?”

The tall man swallowed before answering. “It’s perfect, thank you. You really didn’t need to do all this,” he said again, setting his utensils on the plate before taking a sip of his coffee.

“It’s the least we could do after all your help.”

“I really didn’t do anything except trip over my own feet and manage to unbalance him as well. The car he hit his head against did the rest.” The man smiled again, chuckling lightly. “There are some things in this world that were definitely not designed for someone as tall as me. Like doorways,” he added, his smile brightening.

Where to Find Andrew Grey!

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Posted on May 23, 2011, in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink. 6 Comments.

  1. I enjoyed both the interview and the excerpt. A Serving of Love is a must have for me.

  2. Great interview…I will be checking out this book for sure..

  3. I’m in the process of rereading your Bottled Up series. I see now I’ll have to hurry it up, because I can’t wait to get this one started! A Taste of Love was excellent, and this one sounds just as wonderful. You have a great imagination and thank you for giving us the opportunity to see a peek into your mind. Happy writing, because I sure love reading it!

  4. Thanks for stopping by!

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