10 SILLY QUESTIONS WITH RICK R. REED
RR: If you could invite any famous person, dead or alive, for dinner, what would you eat?
AN: I would never invite a dead person to dinner (famous or otherwise)—the smell would likely ruin my appetite. A living person, however, if I liked them sufficiently, I would probably eat them.
RR: Who do you think you are?
AN: On a good day I think I’m a god, on a bad day I think I’m a zombie.
RR: What’s your problem?
AN: Trying to figure out how to sell stuff without ‘marketing’.
RR: If you could have one wish, would you give it to me?
AN: Only if you promised to give it back. I can trust you, right?
RR: Where you at?
Outside the supermarket, hanging onto the shopping trolley for grim death.
RR: If you had to choose only one vice, what would it be?
AN: Hedonism
RR: What’s your favorite brand of cereal?
AN: Just Right. Who wouldn’t want to breakfast with the Three Bears?
RR: When you wake up in the morning, what celebrity do you most resemble?
AN: Phillip Seymour Hoffman – as he would appear today.
RR: Do you know your ass from a hole in the ground? And if so, how do you tell the difference?
AN: Yes. When something comes out of the ground it leaves a gaping space. When something comes out of your ass, it leaves a...Oh my!
RR: Do you have anything you’d like to plug?
AN: A hole—in the ground...*ahem* apparently.
Who is A. Nybo?
A. Nybo is an acclaimed sleeper. She has won several awards for her outstanding sleeping successes—the Revving Lawn Mower Outside the Bedroom Window award is her highest achievement to date.
She has worked in a variety of fields including but not limited to: horses (racing, riding school, stud work), people (mental health, Uni lecturer [Ψ], retail) and trees (planting, pruning, grafting).
Western Australian born, she has been spotted on the other side of the planet several times–usually by mosquitoes. And discovered Amazonian mosquitoes love her just as much as they do in her home state.
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At Three Bears surf break, the attraction between a group of friends is anything but “Luke warm….”
Dan goes to stay with his best friend Josh in Margaret River, the surfing capital of Western Australia, to sort out his sexual confusion. But his best friend is the source of that confusion. Having never been attracted to a man other than Josh, Dan fears risking their friendship just to discover men aren’t his thing.
Within the first few days, Dan meets Luke, a local barista who offers him surf lessons. Dan soon finds himself emotionally coveting not one, but two men. When they go to Three Bears, his hidden desires begin to emerge. As the ambiguity of Dan’s mixed signals clears, it becomes apparent both of his surfing companions want him—badly.
It is only when Luke and Josh hook up that they formulate “Operation Three Bears,” an adventurous plan that might lead to a satisfying outcome for all of them.
(Cover Artist: Alexandria Corza)
EXCERPT
Dan was cooking dinner when I arrived home. He had been staying with me less than a week, and already we had fallen into a routine that we could both live with. Ash Grunwald pumped from the stereo, and Dan intertwined dancing and cutting carrots with such style that it could easily be believed one couldn’t be performed without the other. Since he hadn’t heard me come in, I was able to watch him without fear of being caught.
At this moment, he was the embodiment of rock ‘n’ roll. His body undulated fluidly with the guitar, but his limbs snapped and flicked in sharp rock movements with the drum beat. It was poetry in motion. As it often used to, my appreciation slid into the sexual side, and I quickly jolted myself away from those thoughts. I couldn’t let myself go there again. It was too painful. Dan was straight and there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it.
“How did your surfing lesson go?” I asked, over the top of the music.
He swung around, brandishing the knife in one hand, the remaining carrot in the other. Lucky I was a good distance away.
“Jeezus.” He clutched the carrot to his chest and heaved a few breaths before lowering the knife. “You scared the fuck outta me.”
“I thought the spin was part of your dance.” I waved at his stance. I slid onto the stool at the end of the counter.
He set the knife on the bench and then went into the lounge where he turned the music down to a conversational level.
Returning, he picked up the knife, and continued chopping the carrot. “Apparently I’m to ask you if I can borrow a thruster.” The mischief that played across his features was so attractive, it was difficult to look away.
“You took the single-fin?”
Of course he did. It was Dan. He probably opened the shed door and took the first board he could reach, while his mind battled some deep philosophical question about the meaning of life, or whether the colors chosen for Dr. Who’s scarf had some significance to the grandmother who probably knitted it. With Dan it was a fifty-fifty shot at either one of those topics, and he would give both the same deep consideration.
“Careful,” he warned with a wave of the knife. “That single-fin sparked an awful lot of questions about you.”
This didn’t sound good. I liked to keep a low profile. “What sort of questions?”
“Who you are, where you work, what color hair you have.”
“What color hair I have?”
“Yeah, he was trying to place which Josh you were. He’s one of those guys that’s got a ton of acquaintances.”
“Who is he? Maybe I know him.” I pinched a piece of carrot from the chopping board.
“Luke, the barista from Chino’s Café.”
I stopped midchew. Any kind of attention from that particular barista would be welcome. “The gorgeous guy with the curly hair, square shoulders, and slim hips?”
“Yes, he has curly hair. I suppose he’s good-looking, but I don’t really know about the rest. Oh wait. He has a set of abs that you could wash your clothes on. There, how’d I do?”
“You’re improving. I’ll make a man connoisseur of you yet.”
BUY THREE BEARS
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