Checking Him Out by Debbie McGowan

Engineer Sol Brooks is a happily married man - perfect job, perfect wife, perfect life - until a chance meeting with a guy at the checkout.

Checking him out

Engineer Sol Brooks is a happily married man, so people keep telling him. He and Elise have been in Boston for eight years, he loves her, and she loves him. They’ve got a great apartment that’s kept its value, they’re both up for promotion, and he can hook up with any guy he likes—all the sex he wants, so long as it’s of the “no strings” variety. 

And that’s all fine and dandy…
until a chance meeting at the checkout.

Genre: FICTION / Romance / LGBT / Gay

Secondary Genre: FICTION / Gay

Language: English

Keywords: gay, coming out, humor, PTSD

Word Count: 60500

Sales info:

English ebook is available for free on Amazon and has been in the top 100 for most of the time since it was released in 2014, having spent two months at no. 1. Over 100,000 copies downloaded in that time.

Sample text:

“Mr. Brooks,” he said with a very serious, businesslike nod, though his clothing was casual—deep-blue jeans, and a black leather jacket over a white open-necked shirt. Utterly thrown by his presence, I slammed the door and rounded on him. He offered me a congenial smile and held out his hand—that same hand he had laid on my shoulder two days ago.

“Adam Ashton,” he said.

I delayed on the handshake, not intentionally to snub him, simply because I was kind of struggling to catch my breath, never mind shake the guy’s hand. I’d been expecting Grant Ashton, from ATD. Instead, I’d got Adam Ashton. I wasn’t complaining. Far from it. As his arm started to drop, I quickly lifted my own and we shook. Like nuclear fusion. I held on with every bit of willpower I possessed, trying to contain the eruption within. I released his hand.

“Coffee?” I offered.

“That’d be great, thanks.”

I strode across to the filter, not that it took more than two strides, but I felt it was important to make my mark. This was my office.

“What, err…”

“I thought I…”

We both started talking at the same time. I gestured for him to continue.

“It suddenly dawned on me last night, at the gym…”

Did he need to say where he’d been? Of course he did, like I’d needed to stride across my own office.

“…that number I gave you? That’s my old phone.”

“Right?” I poured the coffee, acting as if it were news to me that the number was a dud.

“I wasn’t sure if you’d tried to call.”

I nodded once to indicate I’d understood, not to confirm I’d tried to call.

Book translation status:

The book is available for translation into any language except those listed below:

Translation in progress. Translated by Alessandro Chmiel
Translation in progress. Translated by Juan Enrique Sanchez

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