Dylan Madrid – Backstrokes – Virtual Book Tour
Gay / Contemporary Romance
Date Published: June 15, 2014
After almost being expelled from a prestigious Chicago music conservatory for a prank gone wrong, twenty-two-year-old pianist Crawford Paul returns home to Northern California for what he predicts will be another boring summer. Concerned his scholarship is now at risk, Crawford accepts the only job he can find: accompanying a glamorous seven-year-old named Isabella to a community swimming pool for lessons. There, Crawford is befriended by a nanny named Nina, an aspiring fashion designer who finds it difficult to hide her disdain for children.
When Crawford meets Armando Leon, a lifeguard and Isabella’s swimming instructor, he accepts Armando’s offer to help him overcome his fear of water by way of private swimming lessons. As friendship turns into a summer affair, their lust for one another turns to love. When Crawford receives a chance of a lifetime audition, he is torn between returning to Chicago or staying in California to start a new life with Armando. As the end of the summer inches closer, Crawford and Armando fear they will be separated forever.
An excerpt from the novel Backstrokes by Dylan Madrid:
Published by Bold Strokes Books
Crawford arrived five minutes past midnight. The temperature had dropped, a slight chill in the night air. Armando was standing in the center of a circle of light, a white moonlike glow cast from a streetlamp outside of the pool building. He smiled when he saw Crawford and was still smiling as they met in the ring of light.
“I didn’t think you’d come,” Armando said.
“Then you don’t know me very well,” Crawford told him.
“I’d like the chance to change that.”
“What do you have planned?”
“How daring are you?” Armando asked.
“Be careful,” Crawford said. “The last time I was dared to do something I was almost expelled from school.”
Armando smiled. “Have you always been this rebellious?”
Crawford laughed a little. “I’m actually not,” he said. “Until I spray painted a wall and got caught, I’d never done anything wrong or rebellious in my life.”
“I don’t want to be a bad influence on you.”
Crawford stepped forward. He kissed Armando’s neck and said, “Too late.”
Minutes later, they crawled through a hole in the fence near the pine trees. Except for moonlight and spill-off from streetlamps, the pool area was dark.
This place looks completely different at night. Creepy.
“You look scared,” Armando said.
“You know how I’m afraid of water?” he said. “I have a similar fear of dark places.”
“I won’t let anything happen to you. I promise.”
They stood together on the edge of the pool, staring down at the deep end at their feet. To Crawford’s surprise, Armando started to undress. Within seconds, he’d stripped down to nothing but a pair of boxers. Crawford kicked off his shoes and peeled off his socks. He wiggled his toes against the cool concrete. He slipped off his jean jacket and then his T-shirt. All that remained were his favorite pair of khaki shorts.
“What are we going to do?” Armando asked.
Crawford was confused by the question. “About what?”he asked.
“Us. The end of summer,” said Armando. “It will be here before we know it. Everything worked out for you. I know you’ll be going back to school soon.”
Crawford nodded. “In five weeks.”
He could hear the hurt in Armando’s words. “That’s all we have left together?”
I’m not sure what he’s asking me. I wish I knew how to answer his question.
“I don’t know,” he said, because it was the truth.
The hope returned to Armando’s voice. “You mean you’ve thought about staying?”
“Yes,” said Crawford, thinking back for a brief moment to the conversation he’d had with his mother days before. “I just don’t know how.”
Armando reached for his hand again and squeezed it tight. “Crawford, I would never ask you to give up your dream for me,” he said. “I know how much you love music.”
Crawford took a breath before he said the words he’d been dying to say for weeks. “But I also know how much…I love you.”
The world stopped for a second. Everything was still. The branches of the trees. The chain link fence. The smooth surface of the dark pool. The air between them.
He saw tears forming in Armando’s eyes. “You just said…wow…,” he stammered. “I love you, too.”
Crawford grinned and let out a loose laugh. “Say it again,” he said.
Armando smiled and asked, “You want me to?”
“Yes, but even louder this time,” he said. “Maybe Shelley’s still in her office and she’ll hear you.”
“I don’t care if the whole world does.”
“You sure about that?”
“More certain than anything in my entire life.” Armando reached for Crawford, pulling him into his arms. Their bodies touched and the sensation of skin on skin felt electric.