Long and Short Reviews welcomes A. Nybo who is celebrating today’s release of Three Bears.

G’day! Thanks for having me.

My first novella with Dreamspinner Press is part of their ‘World of Love’ collection. Since the geographical region is a prominent feature, as a West Australian writing a menage story, how could I go past the surf spot called Three Bears?

I’ve been lucky enough to have the opportunity to go to some amazing places like, Peru, Borneo, Canada, Russia, Ireland, and destinations closer to home. When you’ve been to places like that, it’s pretty hard to choose one as a ‘favourite’. They each have their own delights and their own horrors, but one thing I can say about them all—I wasn’t there long enough.

Going to places where you can’t speak the language is always entertaining. I hate shopping, but give me a non-English speaking supermarket and I’m entertained for hours trying to figure out what a particular food is or the intended purpose of a particular item. It’s a bit like playing pictograph—only discovering if you’ve won when you buy and open the products (which can be expensive when you’re a picky eater). Places like Singapore are easy to get by in, as most people speak English as well as their own language.

However, get to a place like Russia? Yeah, there can be some interesting moments. One day I stepped into the lift to go to my hotel room and an armed policeman followed me in (this was at a time I wasn’t yet used to seeing armed policemen). The moment the doors were closed he began speaking to me, then speaking sterner, and then demanding. I had NO idea what he wanted, so I attempted to tell him I didn’t speak Russian.

I don’t know whether he was becoming annoyed with my inability to understand, or my amazing ability to mangle his language when I pulled out one of two Russian phrases I pretended to know, which meant ‘I don’t speak Russian’. Now, I may or may not have said that, as I was feeling somewhat intimidated by this point and my mind conjured images of gulags and exile to Siberia—and I really hate the cold. In reality, I might have asked him for his grandmother’s knickers for all I knew.

Not all that surprising, he followed me to my hotel room and stood waiting for…something. I finally invited him in, picked up the phone and asked the concierge to translate then handed the phone to the cop. Turns out he just wanted to look at my passport. Who knew my god-awful scary passport picture would be the least frightening aspect of the interaction?

The incident was soon dismissed as later that day we had the opportunity to hang out with some of the locals and discuss cultural differences. Which was a lot of fun. All the Russians I spent time with had a very dry sense of humour. When I mentioned it to one of them, I was told that when your life savings becomes worthless overnight, what else are you to do other than wallpaper your toilet with rubles and laugh about it?

I’m more of a flora and fauna traveller than a cultural traveller. I gravitate to forests and jungles rather than museums, art galleries and nightlife. That’s how I end up swimming in the Amazon and canoeing the Kinabatangan. However, that’s not to say I haven’t spent the odd hour or fifty in Irish castles.
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Of course, while I was in Peru, I couldn’t leave without going to Machu Picchu. The atmosphere there was really special. I have never experienced anything remotely like it anywhere else I’ve been. Being on top of a mountain when clouds roll over it is pretty special anyway (Western Australia that has no real mountains to speak of). But to sit amongst the llamas and buildings with their amazing waterways when it happens, is another. I imagine it is quite different these days—tourism has a habit of changing places.

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.

About the Author: A. Nybo has tried conventional methods (a psych degree and a GC in Forensic Mental Health) but far prefers the less conventional, such as the occasional barbecue in the rain, 400km drives at 1am for chocolate, and multiple emergency naps in any given 24hr period. Favourite things to do include that which can be seen (e.g. reading, writing, drawing, walking the dogs, travelling) and that which can’t, such as dreaming (both awake and asleep).

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.

Buy the book at Dreamspinner Press.