5 Drops Review: LOVE COMES UNHEARD by Andrew Grey

Title: Love Come Unheard
Author: Andrew Grey 
Genre: M/M Contemporary Romance
Series: a Senses Series story
Dreamspinner Press
Release Date: September 14, 2015
Available In: eBook & Print
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Garrett Bowman is shocked that fate has brought him to a family who can sign. He’s spent much of his life on the outside looking in, even within his biological family, and to be accepted and employed is more than he could have hoped for. With Connor, who’s included him in his family, Garrett has found a true friend, but with the distant Brit Wilson Haskins, Garrett may have found something more. In no time, Garrett gets under Wilson’s skin and finds his way into Wilson’s heart, and over shared turbulent family histories, Wilson and Garrett form a strong bond.

Wilson’s especially impressed with the way Garrett’s so helpful to Janey, Connor and Dan’s daughter, who is also deaf. When Wilson’s past shows up in the form of his brother Reggie, bringing unscrupulous people to whom Reggie owes money, life begins to unravel. These thugs don’t care how they get their money, what they have to do, or who they might hurt. Without the strength of love and the bonds of family and friends, Garrett and Wilson could pay the ultimate price.

There’s no secret that I have loved the Senses series since the very first book. I have a serious soft spot for those that are differently abled (for many and obvious reasons) and this is one series where at least one of the MCs falls into that category every time. What makes this series so different is that the “disability” isn’t really. Now, that’s not to say that being deaf, blind, mute, etc. isn’t hard, because it very much is, but that the character doesn’t let this stop them from living. Though, they do tend to have done so to a point early on (but then haven’t we all).

In the beginning of Unheard, Garrett is down to his last few dollars, the last touch of fumes in his gas tank, and his hope of being independent of his family is pretty much shot. He stumbles upon Connor from the last Senses story and finds work, but that’s all he thinks he’s found. Temporary work.

Wilson, the caretaker for Connor and Dan’s children and home, is smitten with the new man when Connor brings him home, but Wilson has his own past, own family issues, and own pains, so he’s not interested in more with the handsome man now under foot and under his skin.

It was so much fun to watch these two men dance around one another and all their issues. Each man has a past that could cripple if allowed, but each still suffers from that rare thing we call hope. Together that hope might just bloom into something truly wonderful. It was this journey, intermixed with secrets, the past, Wilson’s brother and the trouble he brings, and a whole lot more, that kept me riveted and turning the page. I’m glad I read fast or I would have been up for days as I could. Not. Put. It. Down!

This is another great story from Mr. Grey. This one has heart, love, heat, and a soul that will draw you in and not let go even when the book is over. Just be warned, you should have tissues on hand when reading certain parts. Happy reading!


Garrett was used to using his eyes instead of his ears, so he watched Connor carefully and climbed onto the tractor, standing behind the seat th
e way Connor motioned. The machine rumbled under him, vibrating up his legs and back. Then they started to move, and Garrett grabbed the back of Connor’s seat so he didn’t fall off.
They rode down a path through groves of trees of various sizes. The place was like a dreamland, and after a while, the view of the land opened up into a large empty field that had been plowed in loose furrows. Connor pulled to a stop and climbed down. Garrett did the same and lifted one of the boxes of seedlings off the trailer just like Connor did.
“I’ll explain what we need to do and then show you. It’s pretty simple, but be sure to use your legs. If you try to use your arms, they will ache badly in an hour. Trust me.” Connor smiled and then drove one of the tools into the ground with his foot. He placed a seedling in the hole and then used his foot to tamp it into place. Garrett watched as he walked four paces and stuck the tool in the ground, repeating the process. Once he was done, Connor returned and filled two canvas sacks with seedlings, then helped Garrett get his over his shoulder.
Garrett nodded. He thought he understood what Connor wanted and stepped to the next furrow. He stomped the tool into the ground. It was harder than Connor had made it look, but he got it. He put a seedling from his pack into the hole and tamped the earth around it. Then he did what Connor had done and began the process again four feet farther over. It wasn’t difficult, and Connor went to work next to him. Connor soon got ahead of him, but it wasn’t long before Garrett fell into a rhythm and stayed steady with Connor. A few times Connor paused to check on Garrett’s work, nodding and smiling before returning to his own seedlings.
Thankfully the spring day was crisp, with a cool breeze off Lake Superior, because working like this in the heat would have been overwhelming. They reached the end of their rows, and Garrett noticed that his trees, while in a straight line, weren’t lined up with Connor’s. He pointed. “So you want them offset like that?”
Connor nodded. “The trees will get more sun when they get older if they aren’t lined up. It also gives them more room to grow.”
Garrett nodded and went back to work. He was running low on seedlings but planted what he had before going back for more. Back and forth on the field they went, staying close together. The repetition gave him a chance to clear his head. They had half the field planted by the time Connor told him it was time for lunch. Garrett had never been so grateful for a break in his life. They left the trailer and their equipment where it was and rode back to the house.
Another car was parked in the drive, and a man stood near the back door. He approached Connor as they pulled to a stop. He was younger than Garrett, with an upturn to his upper lip, scruffy beard, and rather dull eyes and brown hair. His flannel shirt was torn. Connor got off the tractor and walked over to the guy. He thought this was the help Connor was supposed to have had and figured the day of work was over for him. He stood back and saw the scruffy guy look over at him every few seconds, each glance becoming a little more hostile. He could read his lips when the man turned his way.
“You’re kidding me,” the guy said and a few seconds later. “This is bullshit.” The guy’s eyes blazed, and from his posture Garrett thought he might take a swing at Connor, but eventually the guy turned and stomped off toward his car. Mud flew when the guy left, and Garrett turned away. Connor raised his middle finger at the departing car, and Garrett saw him yelling. Though he couldn’t read his lips, he got the idea of what was being said.
“You have to be hungry, and I don’t have much here,” Connor signed.
“Let’s go into town and have lunch before finishing up.”

Once again Garrett ran through in his head the amount of money he had and paled a little. But he didn’t argue. He had work for the day, and if Connor was happy, maybe he’d have enough to get to Chicago. He nodded and figured he could find something inexpensive that would be filling. He wasn’t picky about food. Hunger was a great way to make you grateful for whatever food you could get.
Connor grabbed a gas can out of the garage behind the house and put it in the back of the truck. Then he pulled open the driver’s door, and Garrett got in the passenger side. Garrett was used to his world being devoid of sound. He’d seen enough life to know that others tended to talk, but there was no way he could carry on a conversation while Connor drove. His main instruments of communication were hands, and Connor’s were busy. “Thank… you… for… helping… me,” he said.
Connor turned to him. “You are welcome,” he said slowly enough that Garrett could easily read his lips.
Garrett nodded and watched as the landscape went by while Connor spoke on the phone. He saw the sign for Marquette, Michigan, and soon Connor pulled up in front of a small restaurant. Connor parked, and Garrett got out of the truck and followed Connor inside.
The diner was full of people. He let Connor speak with the girl behind the counter. She motioned them back, and Connor approached a table with three other occupants: two men—one with a huge smile and very smartly dressed—sitting next to a little girl. The smiler got up and embraced Connor, holding his hand. They spoke, and then Connor turned to him. “Garrett, this is my partner, Dan, and our daughter, Janey. And this is Wilson. He helps take care of all of us.”
Garrett nodded. “Hello…,” he said as he signed, and all of them signed right back. He was stunned. To meet one person who signed was awesome, but the entire group? Amazing.
“Janey, say hello,” Connor signed, and the little girl pressed closer to Dan and shyly signed before looking away.
“Hello, Janey, you’re looking very pretty,” Garrett signed, and she smiled at him.
“Janey can’t hear,” Connor signed and then motioned Garrett to a chair.
“That… explains… why… you… all… sign.” He knew his voice sounded flat, but he still talked when it seemed like the right thing to do. It helped him keep up his skills. His brother and sisters had always made fun of how he talked, as had some of the other kids, so he’d learned to keep quiet. He hadn’t heard their insults, but their facial expressions and what he’d read on their lips had been more than enough.
“Yes,” Dan answered. “Connor and I adopted Janey about four months ago, and we’ve all been learning to sign.”
Garrett nodded. That explained why they spelled out some words and communicated slowly. He lifted his menu, trying to figure out what he could afford to order. Connor touched his shoulder and signed just below the table, “Lunch is on me, so order what you want.” Garrett wasn’t sure why they were being so nice to him, but he was grateful.

Andrew grew up in western Michigan with a father who loved to tell stories and a mother who loved to read them. Since then he has lived throughout the country and traveled throughout the world. He has a master’s degree from the University of Wisconsin-Milwaukee and works in information systems for a large corporation.

Andrew’s hobbies include collecting antiques, gardening, and leaving his dirty dishes anywhere but in the sink (particularly when writing) He considers himself blessed with an accepting family, fantastic friends, and the world’s most supportive and loving partner. Andrew currently lives in beautiful, historic Carlisle, Pennsylvania.

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