About The Complete Dr. Fell Volume Three: The Boys of Fell
by Syd McGinley
347 pages/95400 words
ISBN: 978-1-61040-138-8
Available file types - paperback
Dr. Fell can’t solve everything for a boy!
Charlie, aka twink, and his owner, Ben, have worked for their love and
have weathered some hard lessons from life and from Dr. Fell. But will
being owned be enough for Charlie as he matures? His goals and Ben’s are
suddenly no longer the same, and silly Charlie is faced with some hard
choices. Will following his heart mean leaving his owner?
Theatre boy Tommy has also had the benefit of being trained by Dr. Fell. Deeply in debt to the foundation, he’s spent some time away developing his career. Sad and lost without an owner, Tommy returns to Dr. Fell’s world. Placed under the care of Dr. Fell’s own mentor, Dr. Pol Rønne, Tommy is safe, but still alone. Sweet Rinaldo, another rescued boy, is already there and in love with Dr. Rønne. Rinaldo and Tommy build a friendship as they serve their shared sir, but the good times are only temporary. Rinnie's student visa is about to expire, and a sir of Tommy's own is nowhere in sight. Can two resourceful boys figure out how to make it all work out?
Find out what happens to Tommy, Charlie, and Rinnie and the rest of
Fell’s boys.
The Complete Dr. Fell Volume Three: The Boys of Fell includes:
Huckleberry
Pink: Dolorosa
Ain’t Misbehavin'
Un bel di vedremo
The Wrong Customs
Tommy and the Magi
White Day
Wax On, Wax Off
Paper Cranes
Sample
From Dolorosa
Dr. Fell looked fine. He was always hot, but finally having enough to
eat and a boy to love had shoved the man over into perfect Sir. And
summer suited him. It was only June, but his hair had lightened --
although no one would dare call him blond -- and his stubble looked like
golden flecks over his tan -- from bike riding and gardening, not lying
around.
Fell may not be skinny and stressed now, but his temper hadn’t improved
much, thought Charlie ruefully. It was only twelve fifty-five -- five
minutes early -- and he was frowning.
“Hi, Dr. Fell! Sorry, sir!”
Holy crap, how did he always make Fell look like a needle was stabbing
his temple? He was just trying to be friendly.
“Come on, boy. I have Dave’s car. We can get out of town for a bite to
eat.”
“Ashamed to be seen with him?” giggled Owen as he passed through with
some papers.
Charlie opened his mouth, but Dr. Fell had already directed his icy blue
gaze at Owen, who promptly lost his bravado.
Dave’s beloved, and painstakingly restored from junk, Karman Ghia was
parked down the street. Typical Fell -- he respected rules. The street
outside their office was a loading zone only, and Dr. Fell wouldn’t park
there even just for the time to pick up Charlie. Charlie trotted along
to keep up with Fell’s stride. He was still amazed that the man had
driven without a license -- and had let Charlie give him driving
lessons.
Charlie crossed his ankles as they drove out of town to avoid stomping
on imaginary brakes. Fell drove so fast! Why did everyone act as if the
speed limits were suggestions or minimum speeds instead of the upper
limit? Charlie preferred a nice safe ten miles an hour under the
maximum. And Dr. Fell did come off his bike last year. He saw Fell’s
nascent crows’ feet squinch as he drove. It wasn’t that sunny. OMG! Dr.
Fell was trying not to laugh.
“Twink,” he said at a red light. “I’m not speeding. This is a fifty
zone, and I’m doing forty-five just for you.”
“Um. Thanks. Sir, can it be forty? This road is, like, all wriggly, and
this car is so... so...”
“Do you really think I’d risk Dave’s car?”
Charlie giggled. “Oh. Right. He’d kill us, wouldn’t he? He adores
Miranda.”
“The fucking car is not called Miranda, twink.”
“Oh, sure it is! It HAS to be. I mean, Karman Miranda? How could anyone
resist?”
Dr. Fell coughed as he pulled into the parking lot of a country road
diner. “Twink. Dave does not give his vehicles names. And certainly
nothing involving wearing fruit on heads.”
“Oh. I thought his truck was called Heavenly.”
“And why did you think that?”
Charlie gulped. A look of suppressed something had flashed over Dr.
Fell’s face.
“Um, he, um, nothing, sir.”
“That boy. Damn it. I’ll have his hide.”
“Sir?”
“Never mind, boy. Something between me and Dave. Come on. Lunch. I want
that report, then you can catch me up about you and Ben.”
“Nothing to catch up,” muttered Charlie, following Dr. Fell inside. He
automatically watched Dr. Fell’s ass as he climbed the steps, but he was
too sad all of a sudden to appreciate it.