Family Ties

It's time to meet the family. Get ready for sparks to fly.When passions and tempers flare, Paul and Christy have to learn to open up and be honest about their desires. But can Paul convince her protective military dad and alpha male brother that he has her best interests at heart?Christy faces fewer expectations (and even fewer clothes) when she meets Paul's family. Can she let her guard down at the nudist camp and give his lifestyle a chance? And while she's exploring, she might even get a chance to indulge her own secret fantasies.Follow the adventures of Paul and Christy in Family Ties, book 2 of 8 in the Summer Camp Swingers: Christy series by award-winning author Nick Scipio.In this book, Paul and Christy test the waters of a budding relationship as we head toward the volcanic conclusion of the Summer Camp Swingers saga. Things are only beginning, but they'll have plenty of happy endings along the way.Family Ties was previously published as Summer Camp: Christy, Volume 2.

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Hello and welcome to Camp! If you’ve been here before, let’s talk about some changes.

The new titles are mostly for new readers. If you’re a fan from before, you probably don’t care what the books are called. But new readers don’t know me or my stories, and titles are an important part of the sales pitch.

Okay, that’s enough about the changes. If you’re new to Camp, let me tell you how this all began.

Back in the summer of 2002, I had a story growing in my imagination. It started as a simple fantasy that sprang from events in my real life.

My family vacationed at a nudist camp in the seventies and early eighties.

My parents were swingers at the time, although I didn’t figure it out until much later. And when I was a teenager, I knew a woman who was similar to Susan. As an adult, I always wondered what would’ve happened if she’d been more like the woman in my imagination.

So this “what if…?” story was growing in my head, and I kept remembering things and adding new details. It quickly became too much to keep track of, so I decided to write it down. I finished the first few chapters

and posted them online. People liked them, so I kept writing.

In the process, my coming-of-age story evolved into something far bigger than I’d ever imagined. I added an overall plot: Who died? Who’s the wife?

five of them, as it turned out.

They’re meant to be read as a complete story, one after the other. When you reach the end of this book, pick up the next one and keep going.

And when you get to the end of the series, the Epilogue will wrap up the whole saga and answer the two big questions from the very beginning—

who’s the wife and who died?

I met up with Christy, Wren, and Trip after lunch on Wednesday. We’d all gone to class, even though half the university had left for Thanksgiving already or was in the process of leaving. The day was gray and pensive—the sky couldn’t decide if it was going to rain or not—which reflected my mood perfectly. The others talked about the party the night before, while I was content to walk along in my own little world.

Wren seemed to sense my unease, and for once she didn’t needle me about it. She’d probably had time to think about things too, and even she’d have to admit that Christy had jumped the gun a little.

I desperately wanted to talk to Wren and find out how Christy and Simon had become engaged. I kept remembering what her brother Danny had said, that she’d simply declared him her fiancé. At the time I’d thought he was just teasing her, but all of a sudden I wasn’t so sure. Had the same thing just happened to me?

Unfortunately, I couldn’t think of a way to talk to her alone before we left. She and Trip had to pack for their drive to Atlanta. Christy and I had to do the same for our flight to San Diego. So unless I wanted to answer some awkward questions from Christy, I needed to leave it alone.

I felt like I was flying blind into a relationship with her, but I didn’t have much choice. I didn’t have charts or nav beacons. I didn’t even have

instruments! Was my engine running too hot? Was I flying too low? Too slow? The metaphors alone were enough to drive me crazy.

“Are you nervous?” she finally asked. “About meeting my family?”

“What? No, not at all. Sorry, I’m just making a list in my head. Stuff I need to pack. Running clothes, something dressy, stuff like that.” It was a white lie, but less messy than the truth.

“Oh. Okay.” She glanced up at me. “They’re going to love you, though.

At home we headed to our separate bedrooms. Wren and Trip weren’t planning to leave until later in the afternoon, but Christy and I had a flight to catch. So I packed my clothes and toiletries in my suitcase. Then I added some books and few other things to my backpack, and I was ready to go.