Wednesday, November 4, 2020

Blogger Review: Full Balance by Brigham Vaughn



Summary:

Love doesn’t always look like you expect.

Russ Bishop and Stephen Parker have settled into wedded bliss.

They've moved into a spacious new condo, found professional success, and their connection in the bedroom is as sizzling as ever.

Neither of them ever expected to become parents but when their volunteer work at the Open Doors Shelter makes them realize how many LGBTQ youth are in desperate need of a home, they begin to reconsider.

After a snarky teenager named Austin comes into their lives, their future together will never be the same.


First off I just want to say, "say it ain't so, this can't be the end of Russ and Stephen". Okay I got that off my chestπŸ˜‰. I have loved these two since Brigham Vaughn originally released their story in what was then called Equals and kept devouring their journey with each new entry in that series.  In the past few months when she re-released them in The Peachtree Series, I once again fell in love with the pair all over again.  Now we see the finale to their journey or at least until Russ and Stephen decide it's time to fill Miss Vaughn on any further adventuresπŸ˜‰πŸ˜‰.

I always knew they would make a great parenting team, especially the way they helped young Evan out(if you have yet to read this series then you definitely to need go out and experience it because I won't go into who Evan is so not spoil anything).  In Full Balance we get to see how they truly put their parental nature into play.  I just love Austin and that the author made him a snarky teenager who in his own way reminds me a little of both Russ and Stephen, even though we never actually saw either of them at that age in real time but through other factors(again not spoiling previous parts of their journey) I think we got to know just, at least to some degree, what the men might have been like in Austin's place.

Too often in entertainment forms, snarky teenagers can be written/portrayed as over the top to the point you just want to . . . well give them some serious time outs and they become not very likeable because of it to the point you don't cheer for them, you don't care if they get their HEA/HFN(it breaks my heart when I read those stories but it happens).  Brigham Vaughn does not do that with Austin.  Are there times when I want to strangle him? Sure, but mostly I just want to wrap him up in the biggest Mama Bear Hug I possibly can so he never forgets that he is loveable and deserving of said love.  His journey that brought him to Russ and Stephen's door will drag you through an emotional wringer but it's also very realistically told, not over the top, not melodramatic, just honest, heart-hurting, and again it makes me want to pull him into a hug and never let go. Having mentioned strangling Austin, truth is, there are times I want to strangle Russ and Stephen too but that's what makes Full Balance a compelling story.

Okay, so I feel like I may have already overstepped my normal "no spoiler" mantra so I'll stop here but just know that if you have been following Russ and Stephen, be it from the original Equals series or the currently re-released Peachtree series, then you don't want to miss Full Balance.  If you have not been along for their ride, well what are you waiting for?  Their May/December romance blossoms into a full blown love affair that has no age limit, has no end(even though this is actually the finaleπŸ˜‰).  You won't regret it.  Full Balance is realistically and beautifully written tale of friends, love, family, and it's jam packed with heart.

RATING:


Russ let out a contented sigh.

“I swear it just gets better with time,” Stephen said.

Russ kissed him. “Me too. I had no idea married sex would be so good. If I did, I might have been more eager to get married when I was younger.”
Stephen chuckled.

“This is going to change, won’t it?”

Stephen slipped an arm around his waist, pulling him even closer as he studied his face. Russ’s expression was soft but there was a little edge of worry in his gaze.

“It will,” Stephen said, knowing he was talking about how becoming parents would change their sex life. He ran his thumb across Russ’s cheek. “We’ll have additional responsibilities and stressors. Much less privacy. But it doesn’t have to be a bad thing. It’ll be tougher but that doesn’t mean we can’t find some benefits along the way.”

“Like what?” Russ gave him a curious, inquisitive look.

“Like … it may bring us even closer.” He took Russ’s hand and brought his palm to his lips. “It may deepen our relationship further.”

“I like that.” Russ pulled him closer.

“I think going into this with our eyes wide open is our best chance of success. We need our relationship to stay solid so we can give whoever we bring into our lives the best, most stable home we can. Which means working together to solve problems.”

“Agreed,” Russ said.

“No running away.”

Russ gave him a wry grin. “Got it.”

“Hey that’s not just a reminder for you,” Stephen said gently. “I’ve pushed you away at times too. And I think this will probably bring up a lot of baggage we both have about the ways we were raised.”

“True.” Russ’s expression turned serious.

“So we can’t let that overwhelm us. Or come between us.”

“Absolutely.” Russ hesitated. “Are you excited about this at all though?”

“About the idea of becoming parents? Yeah, I am,” Stephen said. “I remember how satisfying it was to see Evan grow into himself and he was an adult and only with us for a month and a half. The idea of being able to watch that growth over years in someone who needs it even more … well that’s a challenge I never expected to take on. But I am excited about it.”

“Me too.” Russ grinned. “I am really looking forward to calling my sister and telling her she’ll be Aunt Addie.”

Stephen chuckled. “I look forward to that as well. Jeremy is going to be shocked. That should be fun.”

“We have a lot to look forward to, don’t we?”

“We do.” Russ pulled him in for a kiss and Stephen went willingly. “Thank you for making this a very happy Valentine’s Day.”

“You know, if someone had asked me five years ago how I’d feel about making the person I’m married to a father, I would have kindly assured them they were very, very confused,” Stephen said drily.

Russ’s laugh was loud and genuine. “I would imagine.”

“And yet …” Stephen couldn’t quite finish the thought. His heart was too full.

Russ smiled as if he understood. So Stephen leaned in to kiss him again. They had the whole night ahead of them to celebrate this happiness. Why not take the time while they had it?

Their lives were about to change in a very big way.




Author Bio:

Brigham Vaughn is on the adventure of a lifetime as a full-time author. She devours books at an alarming rate and hasn't let her short arms and long torso stop her from doing yoga. She makes a killer key lime pie, hates green peppers, and loves wine tasting tours. A collector of vintage Nancy Drew books and green glassware, she enjoys poking around in antique shops and refinishing thrift store furniture. An avid photographer, she dreams of traveling the world and she can't wait to discover everything else life has to offer her.

Her books range from short stories to novellas to novels. They explore gay, bisexual, lesbian, and polyamorous romance in contemporary settings.


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Tuesday, November 3, 2020

Release Blitz: Gifts for the Season Anthology

Title: Gifts for the Season
Authors: RJ Scott, Annabeth Albert, Joanna Chambers
Eli Easton, Suki Fleet, Lane Hayes, Annabelle Jacobs
Alex Jane, Amber Kell, Garrett Leigh, VL Locey
Clare London, Posy Roberts, Felice Stevens, AE Via
Genre: M/M Romance, Holiday
Release Date: November 1, 2020
Cover Design: Meredith Russell



Summary:

Single Dad Christmas by RJ Scott
It would be a Christmas miracle if he loved me back.⁣⁣⁣
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Must Be Santa by Annabeth Albert
Tis the season for Operation Christmas Papa!⁣⁣⁣
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The First Snow of Winter by Joanna Chambers
Christmas Eve, 1814: a maimed war hero and the childhood friend he almost kissed five years earlier are trapped together by the first snow of winter⁣⁣⁣
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Twelve Days of UPS by Eli Easton
What happens when your Secret Santa is less intriguing than the delivery man who brings the gifts?⁣⁣⁣
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Sometimes, Always by Suki Fleet
When Echo’s Christmas Eve surprise for Peri goes a little sideways, it turns into a night they’ll both remember for the best reasons, for always.⁣⁣⁣
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Out For The Holidays by Lane Hayes
Good Things Happen When You’re Out for the Holidays!⁣⁣⁣
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Driving Home For Christmas by Annabelle Jacobs
A road trip, snowstorm, and only one big bed at the Inn…⁣⁣⁣
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Homestead for the Holidays by Alex Jane
Alone in a cabin in snowy Nebraska for Christmas⁣⁣⁣
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A Santa for Trin by Amber Kell
Everyone needs a bit of Christmas magic.⁣⁣⁣
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No Place Like Home by Garrett Leigh
As long as they’re together, love always wins⁣⁣⁣
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Dressed In Holiday Style by V.L. Locey
Can the spirit of Christmas save this budding love affair?⁣⁣⁣
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Five Gold Blings by Clare London
Where Christmas sparkle leads two lonely hearts⁣⁣⁣
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Sojourn For Christmas by Posy Roberts
This year, a place to stay is the best Christmas gift Sawyer could ask for.⁣⁣⁣
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The Gift of Forever by Felice Stevens
What do you get the man who has everything?⁣⁣⁣
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An Unworthy Gift by AE Via
What do the lonely do at Christmas?⁣⁣⁣


RJ Scott
RJ Scott is a USA TODAY bestselling author of over 140 romance and suspense novels. From bodyguards to hockey stars, princes to millionaires, cowboys to military heroes to every-day heroes, she believes that love is love and every man deserves a happy ending.


Annabeth Albert
Annabeth Albert grew up sneaking romance novels under the bed covers. Now, she devours all subgenres of romance out in the open--no flashlights required! When she's not adding to her keeper shelf, she's a multi-published Pacific Northwest romance writer.

Emotionally complex, sexy, and funny stories are her favorites both to read and to write. Annabeth loves finding happy endings for a variety of pairings and is a passionate gay rights supporter. In between searching out dark heroes to redeem, she works a rewarding day job and wrangles two children.

Joanna Chambers
Joanna Chambers always wanted to write. She spent over 20 years staring at blank sheets of paper and despairing of ever writing a single word. In between staring at blank sheets of paper, she studied law, met her husband and had two children. Whilst nursing her first child, she rediscovered her love of romance and found her muse. Joanna lives in Scotland with her family and finds time to write by eschewing sleep and popular culture.

Eli Easton
Having been, at various times and under different names, a minister’s daughter, a computer programmer, a game designer, the author of paranormal mysteries, a fan fiction writer, and organic farmer, Eli has been a m/m romance author since 2013. She has over 30 books published.

Eli has loved romance since her teens and she particular admires writers who can combine literary merit, genuine humor, melting hotness, and eye-dabbing sweetness into one story. She promises to strive to achieve most of that most of the time. She currently lives on a farm in Pennsylvania with her husband, bulldogs, cows, a cat, and lots of groundhogs.

In romance, Eli is best known for her Christmas stories because she’s a total Christmas sap. These include “Blame it on the Mistletoe”, “Unwrapping Hank” and “Merry Christmas, Mr. Miggles”. Her “Howl at the Moon” series of paranormal romances featuring the town of Mad Creek and its dog shifters has been popular with readers. And her series of Amish-themed romances, Men of Lancaster County, has won genre awards.

Suki Fleet
Award Winning Author. Prolific Reader (though less prolific than they’d like). Lover of angst, romance and unexpected love stories.

Suki Fleet’s first novel This is Not a Love Story won Best Gay Debut in the 2014 Rainbow Awards, and was a finalist in the 2015 Lambda Awards. Foxes won Best Gay Young Adult story in the 2016 Rainbow Awards.

You can contact Suki at sukifleet@gmail.com

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Lane Hayes
Lane Hayes is grateful to finally be doing what she loves best. Writing full-time! It’s no secret Lane loves a good romance novel. An avid reader from an early age, she has always been drawn to well-told love story with beautifully written characters. These days she prefers the leading roles to both be men. Lane discovered the M/M genre a few years ago and was instantly hooked. Her debut novel was a 2013 Rainbow Award finalist and subsequent books have received Honorable Mentions, and were winners in the 2016 Rainbow Awards. She loves red wine, chocolate and travel (in no particular order). Lane lives in Southern California with her amazing husband in an almost empty nest.

⁣⁣⁣Annabelle Jacobs
Annabelle Jacobs lives in the South West of England with three rowdy children, and two cats. An avid reader of fantasy herself for many years, Annabelle now spends her days writing her own stories. They're usually either fantasy or paranormal fiction, because she loves building worlds filled with magical creatures, and creating stories full of action and adventure. Her characters may have a tough time of it—fighting enemies and adversity—but they always find love in the end.

Alex Jane
After spending far too long creating stories in her head, Alex finally plucked up the courage to write them down and realized it was quite fun seeing them on the page after all.

Free from aspirations of literary greatness, Alex simply hopes to entertain by spinning a good yarn of love and life, wrapped up with a happy ending. Although, if her characters have to go through Hell to get there, she’s a-okay with that.

With only a dysfunctional taste in music and a one-eyed dog to otherwise fill her days, Alex writes and walks on the South Coast of England—even when her heart and spellcheck are in New York.

Amber Kell
Amber Kell has made a career out of daydreaming. It has been a lifelong habit she practices diligently as shown by her complete lack of focus on anything not related to her fantasy world building.

When she told her husband what she wanted to do with her life, he told her to go have fun.
During those seconds she isn't writing, she remembers she has children who humor her with games of 'what if' and let her drag them to foreign lands to gather inspiration. Her youngest confided in her that he wants to write because he longs for a website and an author name—two things apparently necessary to be a proper writer.

Despite her husband's insistence she doesn't drink enough to be a true literary genius, she continues to spin stories of people falling happily in love and staying that way.

She is thwarted during the day by a traffic jam of cats on the stairway and a puppy who insists on walks, but she bravely perseveres.
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Garrett Leigh
Garrett Leigh is an award-winning British writer and book designer.

Garrett's debut novel, Slide, won Best Bisexual Debut at the 2014 Rainbow Book Awards, and her polyamorous novel, Misfits was a finalist in the 2016 LAMBDA awards.

When not writing, Garrett can generally be found procrastinating on Twitter, cooking up a storm, or sitting on her behind doing as little as possible, all the while shouting at her menagerie of children and animals and attempting to tame her unruly and wonderful FOX.

Garrett is also an award winning cover artist, taking the silver medal at the Benjamin Franklin Book Awards in 2016. She designs for various publishing houses and independent authors at Black Jazz Design, and co-owns the specialist stock site Moonstock Photography with renowned LGBTQA+ photographer Dan Burgess.
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VL Locey
USA Today Bestselling Author V.L. Locey – Penning LGBT hockey romance that skates into sinful pleasures.

V.L. Locey loves worn jeans, yoga, belly laughs, walking, reading and writing lusty tales, Greek mythology, Torchwood and Dr. Who, the New York Rangers, comic books, and coffee. (Not necessarily in that order.) She shares her life with her husband, her daughter, one dog, two cats, a pair of geese, far too many chickens, and two steers.

When not writing spicy romances, she enjoys spending her day with her menagerie in the rolling hills of Pennsylvania with a cup of fresh java in one hand and a steamy romance novel in the other. 
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⁣⁣⁣Clare London
Clare London took her pen name from the city where she lives, loves, and writes. A lone, brave female in a frenetic, testosterone-fueled family home, she juggles her writing with her other day job as an accountant.

She’s written in many genres and across many settings, with award-winning novels and short stories published both online and in print. Most of her work features male/male romance and drama with a healthy serving of physical passion, as she enjoys both reading and writing about strong, sympathetic, and sexy characters.

All the details and free fiction are available at her website. Visit her today and say hello!

Posy Roberts
Posy Roberts started reading romance when she was young, sneaking peeks at adult books long before she should’ve. Textbooks eventually replaced the novels, and she somehow existed without reading for fun. When she finally picked up a romance years later, it was like slipping on a soft hoodie . . . that didn’t quite fit right. She wanted something more.

She wanted to read about men falling in love with each other. She wanted to explore beyond the happily ever after and watch characters navigate the unpredictability of life and create a happy home. So Posy sat down at her keyboard to write the books she wanted to read.

Her stories have been USA Today’s “Happily Ever After” Must-Reads and Rainbow Award finalists. When she’s not writing or editing, she’s spending time with loved ones and doing anything possible to get out of grocery shopping and cooking.

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Felice Stevens
I have always been a romantic at heart. I believe that while life is tough, there is always a happy ending around the corner, My characters have to work for it, however. Like life in NYC, nothing comes easy and that includes love, but getting there is oh so fun and oh so sexy.

I live in New York City with my husband and two children. My day begins with a lot of caffeine and ends with a glass (or two of red wine). I practice law but daydream of a time when I can sit by a beach somewhere and write beautiful stories of men falling in love. Although there are bound to be a few bumps along the way, a Happily Ever After is always guaranteed.

AE Via
A.E. Via has been a best-selling author in the beautiful gay romance genre for six years now, but she’s no stranger to MM. She’s been an avid reader of gay literature for over twenty years before she picked up her laptop to place her own kiss on this genre. She’s also the founder and owner of Via Star Wings Books, having published a couple great, new up and coming MM authors.

A.E. has a Bachelor of Arts in Criminal Justice from Virginia Wesleyan College that she used to start her own paralegal firm after she graduated in 2008. She spent five years preparing and filing bankruptcy petitions for struggling blue collar workers who couldn’t afford to file with a lawyer. It was a rewarding and satisfying career… but another path called to her.

Writing.

A.E.’s novels embodies everything from hopelessly romantic to adventure, to scandalous. Her stories often include intriguing edges and twists that take readers to new, thought-provoking depths.

She’s recently celebrated her 20th book anniversary, and is well-known for her hardcore, love hard, bad boy, alphas. However, she does like to push herself to step out of her comfort zone, exploring different tropes. She’s head over heels for gay romance and she has tons of more hot stories to tell.

Be sure to visit Adrienne on her social media pages and subscribe to her newsletter to never miss another release date! Go to A.E. Via’s official website for more detailed information on how to contact her, follow her, or a sneak peek at upcoming work, free reads, VSWB submissions, and where she’ll appear next.


RJ Scott
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Monday, November 2, 2020

Monday's Mysterious Mayhem: Cards on the Table by Josh Lanyon



Summary:

Fifty years ago a glamorous Hollywood party ended in murder -- the only clue a bloody Tarot card. Timothy North is trying to find out what happened that long ago summer's night, but when a Tarot card turns up pinned to his front door, the only person Tim can turn to for help is his ex-lover, Detective Jack Brady.

Audiobook Review November 2020:
You'd think after a month of all things paranormal I would have wanted a little rom-com but not me.  Don't get me wrong, Cards on the Table is not exactly high in the mayhem and danger department and there is romance and a little humor but at it's heart is mystery, old with a hint of new.  This novella is a prime example of what I love about Josh Lanyon: mystery and romance with the right hint of darkness to give the atmosphere of a classic noir, which just happens to be one of my all-time favorite genres.  Add in Sean Crisden's narration and you have the whole Bogey/Mitchum/Ladd noir experience.  What a way to kick off my November reading/listening!

Audiobook Review September 2019:
I still absolutely love the blending of historical, mystery, and contemporary romance in this Josh Lanyon novella.  Course, I still want to smack Tim and Jack's heads together a couple of times with their lack of communication but you have to have drama somewhere right?  Sean Crisden's narration is pretty spot on and adds a kindof noir flare to this blended contemporary mystery.  Now I can enjoy re-visiting Cards on the Table in both ebook and audio for years to come.

Re-Read Review August 2016:
Here's another one I read first back in 2014 but never wrote a review for(who knows why). So, I gave it another re-read and guess what? I still love it! It's a wonderful blend of historical mystery and contemporary romance. Sometimes truths just need to come out even 50 years later. The dynamic between Tim and Jack is wonderful, fun, and a bit heartbreaking at times even if the heartbreaking part is really of their own doing due to lack of communication. Awesome novella that may have been better had it been longer but for this reader it was pretty darn spot on as is.

RATING:


The card was wedged under the brass 17 on my apartment door when I got back from my morning swim. For what felt like a long time I stood dripping on the welcome mat, staring at the slightly crooked number and the colored rectangle beneath.

A Tarot card.

Finally, I removed the card, examined it. A castle in flames, a man and woman plummeting to the cliffs below, and the words The Tower.

Not good. Even if I turned it upside down so that the man and woman seemed to be doing handsprings through the clouds and lightning, it still looked pretty ominous.

I told myself that someone was playing a joke on me.

Funny stuff.

Only a handful of people even knew I was writing a book about the Aldrich case. For that matter, who would care if they did know? It was dead news in every sense.

I stuck my key in the latch and stepped into my apartment, eyes adjusting to the gloom. Dusty sunshine poured through the arched living room window. Everything looked just the way I'd left it an hour ago. In the kitchen alcove the old dishwasher was steaming, stereo lights flashed from the entertainment center, and the screen of my laptop, which sat on the coffee table, offered a gently rolling view of star-lined outer space.

I walked through to the bedroom. The bed was stripped, sheets piled for laundry in the doorway. The mirrored closet doors were shut. I got a look at my face as I moved to open them, and was irritated to see that I looked worried: hazel eyes narrowed, tanned face grim, body tense --

Jesus. The last year had turned me into an old woman.

I slid open the closet doors, jumping back as a box of photos tumbled from their precarious perch on the shelf above and dumped snap shots across the carpet.

A photo of me -- in a gold-sequined sombrero no less -- and Jack celebrating my thirtieth birthday at Don Cuco's landed by my bare toes.

I stepped over the pictorial retrospective of my life, and moved on to the bathroom, poking my head inside. Another glimpse of my frowning face in the cabinet mirror -- and, by the way, I really did need a haircut, I reflected, momentarily distracted by the wet spikes of my chlorine-bleached hair. The shower dripped noisily. I yanked back the curtain with a plastic rustle.

Nothing.

Okay, bathtub ring, but otherwise nothing sinister.

Of course nothing sinister. Nobody had broken in. Why would they?

But why would someone leave a tarot card on my front door?

I went back to the kitchen, poured a glass of OJ and drank it slowly, studying the Tarot card.

Was someone trying to tell me something? Was it some kind of clue?

More likely it was just some kind of weird coincidence. Right?

And even if it wasn't a weird coincidence…what was I supposed to do about it? It wasn't exactly a lead that I could follow up. And I couldn't picture myself going to the police over something so…vague. There was no defined threat and I had absolutely no suspect in mind.

I could always talk to Jack.

I stared out the window over the sink at the row of second story apartments, red doors and turquoise railings glimpsed through the tangle of ivy and bougainville.

Jack Brady was a homicide detective with the Glendale PD. We'd gone out a couple of times. Slept together once. We were still on friendly if distant terms.

The blinds to Jack's apartment were up so it looked like he might be home.

I stripped off the swim trunks, tossed them over the shower rod, pulled on a pair of jeans and a clean T-shirt, stuck the Tarot card in my pocket and headed upstairs to Jack's apartment.

I could hear Neil Young's Rust Never Sleeps playing behind the scarlet door. The smell of something spicy drifted out the open kitchen window. My stomach tightened but it had nothing to do with hunger -- not for chili, anyway. I'd liked Jack a lot.

I knocked and the door opened. Jack stood framed in the doorway. He was about thirty-five, just over medium height and built, grey eyes and dark hair. He had a small white scar over his left eye brow and a dimple in his right cheek when he smiled -- he was not smiling now. Music and the aroma of garlic and onions wafted around him.

“Hey, Tim,” he said briefly, neutrally, after a pause.

“Hi, Jack,” I said. “Could I talk to you for a minute? I could use some advice. Professional advice.”

He hesitated -- just long enough for me to realize I was making a mistake. Jack was the one who'd lost interest in pursuing a relationship. We were neighbors, not friends, and this was probably the equivalent of complaining to a doctor you'd met at a party about that pain in your neck.

“Yeah, sure,” Jack said, and he stepped aside, nodding for me to come in.

Worse than looking pushy, gauche, I realized this might seem like I was coming up with an excuse to see him again. So instead of coming in, I took a step back and said, “You know, on second thought, it can probably wait.”

“Whoa!” He caught my arm as I turned away. “What's this?” He was smiling now, his eyebrows raised.

The feel of his hand on my arm reminded me vividly of our one and only night together. The warm sure slide of his palm stroking my belly, knuckles brushing the sensitive skin between hip and thigh, long strong fingers closing at last around my dick…

I let him draw me into his apartment.

Jack closed the door and I looked around curiously. Tidy as a monk's cell. A stark black and white print of the desert hung over the fake fireplace. There were a few pieces of generic guy furniture, a number of paperbacks -- mostly non-fiction and mostly true crime -- on a low bookshelf. Nothing had changed. Jack had changed, that was all.

“Did you want a beer?” he asked going behind the counter that separated kitchen from living room.

“Sure.”

Jack returned a moment later, handed me a frosty cold bottle, fingers grazing mine, and then he dropped down on the couch across from me. He took a swig.

He wore Levis and a yellow muscleman T that displayed his hard tanned body to perfection.

“So…what's the problem?” He grinned and the dimple showed for a moment. I wondered if a dimple was a liability for a cop. Did bad guys ever make the mistake of overestimating that mischievous crease in Jack's lean cheek? “Jaywalking tickets piling up? Somebody finally haul you in for disturbing the peace?”

“Er…no.” I set the bottle on the glass-topped table, leaned on one hip, fished the Tarot card out of my pocket and put it face up on the coffee table.

Jack studied it, one eyebrow arching. “The Tower?”

“Yeah. Someone stuck it on my door while I was in the pool this morning.”

“Yeah, I saw you swimming,” he said absently, reaching for the card, careful to only touch the edges. His grey eyes lifted to mine. “And you see this as -- what? A threat?”

“I don't know. I know it seems a little…” I raked a hand through my still-damp hair. “I think it has to do with the book I'm writing. About the Aldrich case. The Tarot Card Murder.”

His face showed no comprehension.

“I guess it's supposed to be a joke.” I added doubtfully, “But it happened then too.”

“What happened then?” He asked. “You're not making a lot of sense, Tim.”

“Are you familiar with the Aldrich case?”

“No.”

“No?”

He looked a little exasperated at my tone. “I'm not familiar with every homicide case that ever took place in the L.A. vicinity, no.”

“Well, it's just that it was kind of a high profile case. And it's still unsolved.”

“I'll try not to take that personally.”

“Back in 1957, a Hollywood starlet by the name of Eva Aldrich was stabbed to death at a big costume ball. The only clue was a Tarot card pinned on her blood-stained dress.” Like one of those old press cameras my memory flashed on those gory old black and white crime scene photos. There had been one shot of Eva's discarded and bloodstained high heel lying a few feet from her body. There was something poignant -- something I couldn't shake -- when I thought about that frivolous little pump splashed with her dying blood.

“And you're writing a book about this?”

I nodded.

“You're writing a book about a homicide that took place back in 1957?” Jack was expressionless. “And you think…what? You've got some geriatric killer stalking you?”

I felt color rise in my face. “I don't know what to think,” I said evenly. “It's kind of a weird coincidence, don't you think?”

“Maybe. Who knows you're writing this book?” He stared at the card and then he stared at me. His eyes were just the color of the ocean when the mist starts rolling in.

“My publisher. The people I've interviewed so far.”

“And this card, The Tower, that's the card that was pinned to the decedent's -- this Aldrich woman's -- dress?”

“No. The card pinned to her dress was the sixth card in the major arcana, The Lovers.”

“Not the same card?”

“No.”

“I see.”

“Look, I know it sounds silly. But…”

But what? I was the kind of guy who jumped at shadows? I didn't have a sense of humor? I had too much imagination? I wanted attention? The unflattering possibilities were plenty.

He studied me for a moment, then straightened, arching his back a little like he was stiff -- or bored with sitting there talking to me. “Okay. Tell you what,” he said. “I'll do some checking for you. See what the unofficial word is on this cold case of yours.” He shrugged a broad shoulder. “It can't hurt.”

I nodded, tension draining from my body. Maybe he was just humoring me, but I knew enough about Jack to know that if he said he'd check, he really would. Realizing I hadn't touched my beer, I tilted the bottle to my lips. Jack watched me steadily. It made me uncomfortable.

“Have you uncovered any new info on the case?” he asked

“Not that I'm aware of.”

“Maybe it is a joke.”

“Where's the humor?”

He shrugged and checked his watch. It wasn't pointed, just remembering that he had somewhere to be.

I set the bottle down, stood up.

“Can I hang on to this?” He nodded to the card lying on the tabletop once more.

“If there were any prints I messed them up handling the card.”

“I noticed.” He offered that half-grin. “It never hurts to check.”

“Thanks, Jack.” I moved towards the door. “I know this isn't really anything for the police. Unless something else --”

“No problem.” He held the front door for me.

As I stepped out onto the shady walkway he said awkwardly, “I'm glad you stopped by, Tim. Really. I -- uh -- I've been meaning to call.”

“Oh, shit yeah.” I shrugged. Smiled. No big deal, this. “I've been busy myself.”

* * * * *

Back in my apartment I circled from room to room, trying to settle enough to get back to work. I wasn't sure what had me more off-kilter. Seeing Jack again or finding the tarot card.

After a few minutes I sat down on the sofa with a copy of Roman Mayfield's The Mystery of the Tarot, thumbing through 'til I found the description of The Tower.

Mars' martial light shines upon the Tower, the card of war. The dark masonry of a structure built of lies crumbles beneath the lightning flash of truth. The Tower represents "false concepts and institutions that we take for real." In a reading, the Querent is often shaken when the Tower appears, expecting to be blinded by a shocking revelation. Sometimes the catalyst of reading forces the Querent to face a bitter truth or knock down beliefs rooted in the concrete of self-deception.

Was someone trying to tell me I was heading for a fall?

Absently I listened to the flap of palm tree leaves outside the open window, the distant rush of traffic from the Hollywood Freeway, listened for something else too. Something that didn't belong. But there was nothing to hear but the normal sounds of apartment living: splashing and laughter from the pool, someone's stereo playing too loudly, another bout in an on-going argument between my neighbors on the left.

And if I listened very carefully I could hear Jack humoring me. Okay. Tell you what. I'll do some checking for you.

That was nice of him, seeing that he hadn't been interested in keeping up the friendship -- let alone something more.

If I closed my eyes I could feel his broad hand on the small of my back guiding our bodies closer, the comfortable friction of bare skin on skin, the solid rub of our erections. I could feel the tickle of his chest hair, the unexpected softness of his mouth…

But it hadn't been perfect, by any means. We'd both had too much to drink that night, and after we'd rushed past the feverish preliminaries of getting naked and getting between the sheets, there had been the usual awkward moments of trying to get into sync with each other, fitting our bodies together, finding a rhythm.

The warmth of him, the salty taste of him, the clean scent of him.

Abruptly, I sat up and started clicking away on my laptop, like I could tap and type away from memories. It was just a couple of dates. Jeez. Get over it.

I remembered I still had clothes in the laundry room washer.

The bad news -- besides the rent -- about living in one of those atmospheric 1940s LA apartment buildings were the little inconveniences like parking in the back with the winos and homeless folk, the lack of any kind of security, and a laundry room that any Hollywood scout would immediately peg for a horror movie location.

Buried in the jungle of hibiscus and jasmine behind the pool yard, the laundry room was down a short flight of stairs. The overhead bulb was usually burnt out because no one ever remembered to turn it off. There were three washers and three dryers to service the entire complex; I'd learned to take advantage of it during the day when most of the young and not-so-young professionals were working.

Carrying my laundry basket down the steps, I automatically flipped the wall switch, and of course nothing happened. It didn't matter because there was enough daylight from above so that I could see to scoop soap into the battered machine.

It was warm and noisy with the sudsy washers filling up and the dryers tumbling. I put the lid down on my sodden clothes and turned to get the previous load I'd left in the dryer. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught movement.

I glanced swiftly towards the stairs.

A shadow filled the doorway. The door to the laundry room slammed shut.

Author Bio:
Bestselling author of over sixty titles of classic Male/Male fiction featuring twisty mystery, kickass adventure and unapologetic man-on-man romance, JOSH LANYON has been called "the Agatha Christie of gay mystery."

Her work has been translated into eleven languages. The FBI thriller Fair Game was the first male/male title to be published by Harlequin Mondadori, the largest romance publisher in Italy. Stranger on the Shore (Harper Collins Italia) was the first M/M title to be published in print. In 2016 Fatal Shadows placed #5 in Japan's annual Boy Love novel list (the first and only title by a foreign author to place on the list).

The Adrien English Series was awarded All Time Favorite Male Male Couple in the 2nd Annual contest held by the Goodreads M/M Group (which has over 22,000 members). Josh is an Eppie Award winner, a four-time Lambda Literary Award finalist for Gay Mystery, and the first ever recipient of the Goodreads Favorite M/M Author Lifetime Achievement award.

Josh is married and they live in Southern California.


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