Wednesday, August 24, 2016

Deeper: Descent by Allyn Lesley

Title: Deeper
Author: Allyn Lesley
Series: Deeper Chronicles #2
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: April 5, 2016

He’s been a pawn in a game all along…

The King of New York is back. And now, he’s got a Queen on his arm. Just when Noah Adams and Avi Linton are finally settling in to their “happily ever after,” another evil is preparing to make a move. This time, the game just got a little more dangerous and nobody will come out unharmed. Determined to protect her at all costs, Noah puts his life on the line for the only woman who ever mattered to him. But that might not be enough.

When the past begins to threaten their future, Avi and Noah must fight for their present. But can they battle against their enemy without descending deeper into danger?

1. What is the biggest influence/interest that brought you to this genre?
First, thank you so much for having me on your blog. Second, GREAT question. I love bad boys and those who are unapologetic about who they are and the choices they consciously made. That’s what led me to write about this kind of hero in the romantic suspense genre that more times than not feature the SEALs, the police officers, etc. (as they should) but I wanted to add another level of intrigue to the genre.

2. When writing a book, what is your favorite part of the creative process (outline, plot, character names, editing, etc)?
You’re rolling with the great questions (LOL). I love the backstories. Because my heroes tend to be anti-heroes, creating compelling backstories that draws the readers on their sides is integral to my creative process. I know you didn’t ask but I HATE the editing process (LOL). It is necessary but it’s a pain.

3. When reading a book, what genre do you find most interesting/intriguing?
I’m pretty open to genres. What intrigues to one-click and read is the hero and heroine’s story. Whether I’m reading a romantic comedy or new adult novel, I want to be drawn into the characters’ lives, both main and secondary.

4. If you could co-author with any author, past or present, who would you choose?
She wasn’t an author in the traditional sense but I would’ve loved the opportunity to pen a novel with my grandmother. She was a quiet woman, unassuming who went about her daily life of loving her family but there were many moments when she was alive that I knew tales I could never imagine ran deep in her.

5. Have you always wanted to write or did it come to you "later in life"?
I don’t know if I’ve always wanted to become a writer. As many other authors, my experience is no different. I started young, wrote a very intertwined play about death, crime and love when I was a teen, submitted it, and never heard anything about it (lol). Then, life got in the way – college, marriage, kids. It wasn’t until my early thirties that I decided to give writing a shot again. I am still learning, still fine-tuning my voice but it’s an exciting journey.

Author Bio:
Allyn Lesley writes real stories about real people.

As a teen, Allyn lost herself in the pages of some of Romance’s heavyweights, trusting that a happy ever after was just around the corner. In Allyn’s own writing journey, as   in life, she’s learned that people don’t always experience recovery and restoration  after a fall. Her stories speak to the gritty side of life where the right choice isn't always easily identified and happiness not quickly gained.


Descent #2

Deeper #1

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Breaking Through by Juliana Haygert

Title: BreakingThrough
Author:  Juliana Haygert
Series:  Breaking #3
Genre: New Adult, Contemporary Romance 
Release Dates: August 22, 2016
From the outside, Hilary Taylor has it all—beauty, money, a caring family, good friends—but inside she’s struggling, full of fears. Events from the past forever changed her, and though years of therapy have helped, she still has a long way to go…. No matter how much progress she’s made, Hil isn’t sure she’ll ever be able to trust men again. Especially one who sees her as nothing more than a pretty face. But Hil knows it’s time to face her fears, and the best way to do that is to start small.

To Guilherme Fernandes life is about three things: polo, parties and pretty girls—only one of which he takes seriously. Gui is too focused on his polo career to waste time on relationships, however he can’t help but be intrigued by the beautiful yet troubled Hil. So when she decides she’d like to learn more about horses, Gui is happy to find himself in the right place at the right time. But what was supposed to be a one time thing, soon turns into a weekly date.

As Gui helps her discover a new found love for horses, Hil’s guard begins to crumble. The more support Gui offers, the more she wants to accept…and the more the lines of friendship blur. Despite knowing better, Hil can’t help it as Gui slowly breaks through the walls she’s built. Now she has to decide if she’ll stop him there, or if she’ll finally let her fear go and allow Gui to reach for her heart.

***Companion novel of Breaking Free and Breaking Away. Can be read as a standalone. Genre: NA contemporary romance. Warning: strong language, sex scene, mentions of rape and domestic violence.***

Author Bio:
While Juliana Haygert dreams of being Wonder Woman, Buffy, or a blood elf shadow priest, she settles for the less exciting--but equally gratifying--life of a wife, mother, and author. Thousands of miles away from her former home in Brazil, she now resides in Connecticut and spends her days writing about kick-ass heroines and the heroes who drive them crazy.


Breaking Through #3

Breaking Free #1

Breaking Away #2

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Seeking Hope by JM Maurer

Title: Seeking Hope
Author: JM Maurer
Series: Emerging from Darkness Trilogy #3
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: August 18, 2016
Jessica and Matthew’s captivating love story comes to an epic conclusion in the final installment of J.M. Maurer’s Emerging From Darkness trilogy that began with the novels Seeking Love and Seeking Redemption.

I’d been given promises in the past, all of which were broken.
Inevitably, they broke me.
I wouldn’t let those broken promises stop me from believing in new ones, though.
I couldn’t.

Matthew Moi was different.
His dimpled smile and witty sexual banter has held me spellbound since day one.
Falling in love with him came easy.
Marrying him—a dream come true.

Now, he wants something I’m not sure I’ll ever be ready for.
As I struggle, he faithfully remains at my side.
Through it all, his protective nature shields me from an evil I didn’t see coming.

Together, we have it all—love, passion, trust.
Apart, the possibilities are endless, even death.

Seeking Hope is the final book in the Emerging From Darkness trilogy, and as such, is not intended to be a standalone. The trilogy reads as: Seeking Love, Seeking Redemption, & Seeking Hope.

Follow Jessica and Matthew’s captivating and steamy love story from the beginning—start the trilogy today!

For the first time in a long time, I had an itch to do something ridiculous—two things, in fact. One was the reason I was sitting in the back of a musty old van. The other might just be the solution to my Holly problem.

At least I hoped so, because while my mind should have been racing with thoughts of my upcoming wedding, it wasn’t. Instead, I was thinking of my best friend. Problem was, no matter how I launched my plan to help Holly move beyond her commitment issue with Burdick, it wasn’t going to go over well. And the more I thought about her, the more I dreaded the growing possibility of a headache. I’d just gotten over a nasty headache and was now attempting to shake off the likelihood of another when the van rolled to a stop and the driver’s voice muttered in the distance.

“We’re here.”

Okay, Jess. You’ve got your plan and it’s a good one.

I was about to remind myself to stick to said plan when the driver hopped out and moved to my side of the van, his open door ushering in a blast of autumn air that chilled my skin. I shivered and scooted to the edge of my seat, waiting for what was to come next. The shrill of metal sliding over metal pierced my ears as the door slid open, and rough skin wrapped a secure hold on my wrist. This was it.
“End of the line.” His gruff tone registered somewhere between the brief time it took him to pull me out and when his tall, burly features came into full view. He snickered as I pulled the hem of my pullover down and worked to smooth it out. Judging by the way his eyes scanned up my body, I presumed his outburst had everything to do with my appearance. After all, this was the first time I’d pieced together an outfit for such an outdoorsy occasion. Eventually, he calmed and took my hand, turning it palm up. “You don’t want to forget this.”

Instinctively, my fingers clasped a tight grip around the cold steel as I stood, staring down at the black metal, hoping I’d do it right. I’d never held a gun before. They all made me nervous. Fact was, with a gun in the wrong hands, things could quickly turn ugly.

I knew all about ugly.

Drawing my attention his way, the driver stretched a tattooed arm, pointed a finger, and then offered his last words of advice. “Never give up.”

I swallowed back a lump of fear, absorbing a deeper meaning of the phrase, and took off running. For what seemed like forever, I ran up and down hills, climbed over a few sizeable rocks, jumped a tiny brook, and pushed forward until I needed to recharge and bring my thoughts back into focus.

At best guess, I’d been in the woods for several hours, alternating between steady jogs in the direction I was supposed to go and quick respites to catch my breath. I wasn’t sure exactly where I was, but as far as I could see, there was nothing but dense forest—and me. Panting, I leaned against a tree and listened to the rustle of withered leaves moving with the breeze.

One thing was comforting: I hadn’t run into anyone. Yet.


Author Bio:
J.M. started working as a registered nurse in the Pediatric Intensive Care Unit where she cared for critically ill children, transported them from outlying hospitals, and even picked up overtime hours treating patients of all ages while inside a hyperbaric chamber. Holding a Bachelor's degree in nursing, she loves to write about strong characters and their struggles in life. Her books explore themes of revenge, redemption, and hope along with the intrigue of true love, sex, and marriage.

 An incurable romantic with a penchant for dark chocolate and red wine, no matter what trials or tortures her characters face, love will always prevail . . . because, after all, what's better than a happily-ever-after?

 When not writing, you can find her spending time with family and friends, exploring the outdoors, or attempting most any sport. She resides in Chicago with her husband and son.


Seeking Hope #3

Seeking Love #1(Currently Free)

Seeking Redemption #2

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Cover Reveal: Infected Waters: A Titantic Disaster by Alathia Paris Morgan

Title: Infected Waters: A Titanic Disaster
Author: Alathia Paris Morgan
Genre: Paranormal Historical, Horror
Expected Release Date: September 7, 2016
Everyone knows the tale of the Titanic…a doomed voyage…here is what actually happened on April 14, 1912. Murder, chaos, and the undead threaten to sink the ship faster than any iceberg.

As a nurse, Nora Ryan was prepared for the common illnesses, but what she discovers instead is an infection modern medicine has yet to name.

Head steward, Jonathan Davis was not expecting to meet Nora and he certainly wasn’t expecting to fight a deadly infection alongside her. As the first victim of this strange illness dies and passengers are rapidly becoming infected; these two strangers must find a way to stop these undead creatures from taking over the ship.

The trip home from England to America becomes hectic for the Lambert family when they overhear startling rumors from their second class stateroom. People are dying, and the dead are taking anyone they can sink their teeth into with them. Will their family make it to their destination or will they be caught in the rising tide of infection that intends to leave no living being behind?

“What happened?” Jonathan pulled her closer to help keep them both on their feet.

“Our patient died. I need to let the captain know so he can decide what to do about the body.” Nora took a deep breath to steady herself and instead inhaled Jonathan’s cologne.

“I’ll get him for you. Go back and stay with the body until we can get there.” …..

“What do you suggest we do with his body?” Nora asked Captain Smith, hoping he had an idea.

Exchanging glances with Jonathan, he informed them, “I believe we should burn his body. There is no one to identify it, and if we wait until we land, the infection from him might move to some of the passengers. It’s a chance I’m not willing to take. Has anyone else been stricken?”

“Just one crewman, sir. He isn’t doing so well.” Jonathan affirmed.

“It doesn’t seem to be an airborne illness. Only through the exchange of blood or saliva,” Nora added, hoping to be helpful….

“Nurse, I want you to keep me informed about our crewman or any other things that seem suspicious to you. If this is what I’m afraid it is, it will still manage to affect everyone, no matter how cautious we are in preventing it.”

“I understand, and will let you know of the slightest change in our passengers.”

“That is all I ask. Thank you so much for your service.” Tipping his hat, the captain left to return to his duties.

Jonathan passed the captain as he returned with his two roommates, Timothy and Brad.

“Okay, boys. We are going to wrap the body up tightly in the sheet so people don’t know what’s going on.”

“Here’s the stretcher. He’s all ready for you.” Nora stood back as the three men transferred the body over.

“When you get downstairs, make sure you throw him into the fire, along with the wrappings. We don’t want anything to spread.” Jonathan instructed the men.

Hurrying to open the door for them, Nora stood to the side. “Do you need me to come with you for anything?”

“Nah. We got it, pretty nurse.”

“Nothing we can’t handle.” Brad grinned at her, almost dropping his end of the stretcher.

Jonathan led the way through the corridors and over to the crew staircase, staying ahead to redirect anyone in their path.

“Even dead, this guy is super heavy. Wonder what he ate for dinner?” Brad asked.

“A fat man from the feel of it,” Timothy answered, laughing.

“Shh. We are supposed to keep this quiet, gentlemen.”

“Sorry, boss,” they whispered apologetically.

The door to the engine rooms kept the amount of noise contained and partitioned away from the passengers.

Concerned with how heavy it was and where they should set it down, Brad and Timothy never saw the body sit straight up until a hand landed on Timothy’s thigh.

“Bloody hell.” Timothy screamed as the infected man’s mouth latched onto his leg, its teeth tearing out a chunk of flesh.

Author Bio:
Alathia is known to those around her for having an a long time love affair/obsession with Dr.Pepper, she has asked to be buried with a can so that it never runs out in the after life. Always bossy, she uses her mothering instincts to help others and share awareness of abuse in child and domestic situations.

A B.S. in History and English gave wings to her vivid imagination in book form. A supportive and loving husband has given her the chance to make her dreams a reality. Their three daughters and three dogs keep her busy while writing is a great way for her to wind down and destress.


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Tuesday, August 23, 2016

Competing with the Star by Krysten Lindsay Hager

Title: Competing with the Star
Author: Krysten Lindsay Hager
Series: Star Series #2
Genre: Contemporary Romance, Young Adult
Release Date: March 22, 2016

Hadley Daniels’s life seems perfect…

Before the beginning of sophomore year of high school, Hadley and her family move to a beautiful beach town, where she makes amazing new friends and lands the boyfriend of her dreams-Nick Jenkins. He’s the kind of guy every girl swoons over, and it isn’t long until Hadley discovers some are still swooning.

A famous ex-girlfriend makes matters more complicated…

After some time dating, Hadley and Nick form a deep bond. But insecurity sets in when Hadley discovers her boyfriend once had a huge crush on her friend-who just happens to be the beautiful former teen TV star, Simone Hendrickson.

The past is the past-or so they say…

Hadley confronts Nick, who confesses about his history with Simone. Though he claims to only have eyes for Hadley now, it’s hard to believe-especially when she’s blindsided with the news that Nick and Simone kissed after school.

Now Hadley must determine who is telling the truth. Love, betrayal, friendship…who needs soap opera drama when you’re busy competing with a star?

1.  What is the biggest influence/interest that brought you to this genre?
I used to turn to YA books and reading when I was a teen to help me deal with things. I internalized a lot rather than talking to someone, so reading books with characters going through similar things like friend/frenemy issues, boyfriend problems, dating, crushes, self-esteem issues, and parent issues helped me feel less alone with my own problems. Some of the authors who influenced me are: Paula Danziger, Judy Blume, Francine Pascal, Erika Tamar, and Ann M. Martin.

2.  When writing a book, what is your favorite part of the creative process (outline, plot, character names, editing, etc)?
I don’t do much in the way of an outline unless I’m working on a sequel or series book. My favorite part is doing character sketches. I am also one of the rare authors who enjoys editing. I edit as I go to help me get back into the characters’ world.

3.  When reading a book, what genre do you find most interesting/intriguing?
I love YA, new adult, and women’s fiction. I also love biographies and memoirs and I know you’re not supposed to admit this, but I like self-help books as well. I probably hit the non-fiction section of the bookstore first and then the YA and middle grade section.

4.  If you could co-author with any author, past or present, who would you choose?
I love Sylvia Plath’s The Bell Jar. I wish the world had another novel by her so to have been able to co-write with her would have been a dream. I remember finding her book in my high school lit class bookshelf and escaping into that world during Friday reading. I seriously loved Friday reading when I was in school. When I was in 6th grade we did a read-a-thon which involved reading and snacking all day. We got to make little forts in the building that we took over for the day and it was amazing.

5.  Have you always wanted to write or did it come to you "later in life"?
I’ve always wanted to write ever since I was a kid and making up stories for my Barbie dolls. I can trace it back to watching soap operas with my mom as a kid and acting out the cliffhangers with my Barbies. That got my mind going into that storytelling mode and it just continued on from there. Writing is my passion.

Author Bio:
Krysten Lindsay Hager is a book addict who has worked as a journalist and humor essayist. She is the author of the LANDRY's TRUE  COLORS SERIES and the STAR SERIES. TRUE COLORS was her debut novel and the first book in the LANDRY'S TRUE COLORS series. BEST FRIENDS...FOREVER? (Book 2) was #1 in Amazon's hot new releases in teen & young adult values and virtues fiction and #1 in Amazon's hot new release in children's books on values. Landry in Like (Book 3) was #3 in Amazon's Hot New Releases for Girls & Women. Her work has been featured in USA Today, The Flint Journal, the Grand Haven Tribune, the Bellbrook Times, and on the talk show Living Dayton. Check out her YA novel, NEXT DOOR TO A STAR (book 1 in the STAR SERIES) and COMPETING WITH THE STAR: Book 2 in the STAR SERIES.


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Blood Red Butterfly by Josh Lanyon

Despite falling in love with aloof manga artist Kai Tashiro, Homicide Detective Ryo Miller is determined to break the alibi Kai is supplying his murderous boyfriend--even if it means breaking Kai with it.

How did I miss this Josh Lanyon novella before? The mystery may not be as in depth or central to the story as many of Lanyon's mysteries but it's still there and enjoyable.  Probably a little more suspense than actual mystery.  Some might not care for the insta-love between Ryo and Kai but since they have had interaction at a club even if it's brief and only memorable for Ryo, I don't really think it falls into the insta-love category but even if it did, sometimes it happens and it fits for the scenario the characters find themselves in.  A great little tale that I am glad to add to my Josh Lanyon shelf.


“Bad news,” Hernandez said. “Your homicide suspect’s alibi just turned up.”

“No way.” Ryo grabbed a paper towel and dabbed at the fleck of mustard on his navy silk tie. He shot Hernandez a look in the mirror over the bank of sinks in the john. “You’re kidding me.”

Hernandez shook his head. He was not a kidder.

“No. Way.” Now Ryo was angry. Still watching Hernandez in the mirror, he scrubbed ferociously at his tie. “Torres is not walking away from this. He popped the Martinez woman and he’s going down for it. And no little chiquita—”

Hernandez’ sour grin stopped him. “The alibi is male.”

“Male?” Ryo stopped rubbing his tie. “You mean…?”

“I mean you might even know him.” This was not a dig. Hernandez had been Ryo’s partner for a couple of years back when they were both street cops, and he knew a thing or two about Ryo’s personal life that Ryo didn’t generally share. “Might be something you can use. I don’t think the Sotels are an equal opportunity employer, you know what I mean?”

Yeah, Ryo knew what he meant. As badly as he wanted Torres, he wasn’t sure he liked that idea. He’d prefer to break Torres’ alibi, which should be easy enough to do because Torres had murdered that old woman in cold blood. Nothing and nobody was going to convince Ryo otherwise. “You believe this punk’s credible?”

Hernandez shrugged. “Torres used his one phone call to get this guy over here. See what you think. He’s sitting at your desk biting his nails as we speak.”

Ryo curled his lip, double-checking he didn’t have a piece of lettuce between his teeth. He ignored the derisive sound Hernandez made. It wasn’t about looking good, though Ryo knew he looked good—on a scale of Asian Hawtness, Russell Wong to Dean Cain, he fell comfortably in the middle of Yeah Baby!—it was about conveying bulletproof confidence and unassailable assurance. Attitude. It was half the game.

He straightened his tie. “I don’t think this is going to take long.”

Hernandez cocked and eyebrow and said nothing.

The punk was still sitting in front of Ryo’s desk, though he had stopped biting his nails. Ryo had a quick impression of a slight and slouching boyish figure clad in jeans, a pair of chucks, and a gray hoodie. Across the noisy bullpen someone slammed a file drawer and the kid flinched. Ryo smiled inwardly. Yeah, he’d smash this bogus alibi in less than twenty minutes and get back to building his slam dunk case against Mickey Torres. And this time Torres would not be getting off lightly because of his tender age and deprived childhood. This time he was going away forever. Or what counted as forever in the screwed up Los Angeles County judicial system.

The punk raised his head and Ryo almost walked into a chair. A pale, pointed, delicately-boned face, chestnut hair, wide dark eyes like a faun—assuming a faun was what Ryo thought it was.

The Ice Princess.

No fucking way.

Mickey Torres’ alibi was the same guy who had three times blown off Ryo at Fubar, a gay club he used to frequent. In fact, the Ice Princess was the main reason Ryo had quit going to Fubar. A guy could only take so much rejection.

So this little stuck-up femme dude had cold-shouldered Ryo, but was willing to offer his bony ass to Mickey Torres? Willing to supply gang banger Mickey Torres with an alibi for homicide?

Ryo smiled unpleasantly, noisily dragging his chair out from behind his desk. “I’m Detective Miller. You have information for me Mr.…?”

The Ice Princess jerked straight. His face went whiter, his eyes went wider, but there was no recognition in his turquoise eyes. Just fear. Maybe the fear a lot of honest citizens seemed to feel dealing with the law. Maybe the fear of someone about to perjure himself to the police.

“Tashiro. Kai Tashiro.” His voice was light and husky. A young voice. A young man. But not as young as Ryo had originally thought. Probably in his mid-twenties. Twenty-three or twenty-four.

“How can I help you, Mr. Tashiro?” Tashiro looked about as Japanese as the big-eyed androgynous figures in the manga Ryo’s little nieces loved so much. A poser. It was another point against him, though Ryo knew that wasn’t fair.

Murder wasn’t fair.

“I got a call from a fr—Mickey Torres. He said he’d been arrested and he needed me to—” a nervous swallow, “verify where he was three nights ago.”

Ryo opened the long desk drawer, removed a file, and slammed the drawer closed, harder than he had to. Tashiro gave another one of those little jumps. Ryo opened the file, read for a moment, and then studied the man on the other side of his desk.

“Did Torres tell you what he was arrested for?”

“Homicide.” Tashiro’s voice was almost inaudible.

“That’s right.” Ryo shoved the file with the Martinez crime scene photos across the desk. “He killed a seventy-year old woman by the name of Esther Martinez. Take a look at what he did to her. Take a good look.”

Tashiro looked—he couldn’t avoid it—and closed his eyes. He opened them almost at once. “Mickey didn’t do that.”

“Yep, he sure did. He strangled her and then, for good measure—and because he’s a fucking animal with no conscience or self-control—he beat her head in.” Ryo kept his tone cool and cordial; hoping nobody at the surrounding desks was listening too closely.

Tashiro gave a shake of his head. “He was with me, Detective Miller.”

Ryo took the file back. He considered his strategy. There were a couple of ways to play this. He hadn’t missed Tashiro’s hesitation using the word “friend” in regard to Torres.

“Okay,” he said easily. “He was with you. From when to when exactly?”

Tashiro was still wearing the hood of his sweatshirt. It gave him a strangely monkish look. “From about eleven-thirty to seven-thirty the next morning.”

“About eleven-thirty? So is that eleven-fifteen, eleven-twenty, a quarter to twelve? You’re going to have to be precise about the time when you stand up in court and swear to it in front of a jury.”

Tashiro’s eyes flickered, but he said, “When we left the bar, the clock on my car dashboard said eleven twenty-eight.”

“And what bar was that?” Ryo pulled out his notebook and jotted down the times.


“Fubar. Hm. I think I’ve heard of it. Where’s that located, exactly?”
“Santa Monica Boulevard.”

“That’s a gay bar, right?”

Tashiro nodded, not meeting his eyes.

Ryo put his pencil down. “Do you really not recognize me?”

Tashiro looked across and his eyes went wider still. “Huh?”

Ryo picked up his pencil. Made a sharp notation. “So you and Torres leave Fubar together at eleven twenty-eight on Tuesday night. Then what happens?”

“We drive—drove—to my place.”

“Which is where?”

“14159 Armacost Ave.”

Ryo grunted. “Nice.” Very nice. Half a million nice. What the hell had the neighbors made of street scum Mickey Torres? And what the hell did Kai Tashiro do for a living that he could afford that kind of prime real estate? Nothing legal probably. “Then, what? You guys sat around and played checkers all night?”

Tashiro turned a shade of pink that would require some serious crosshatching in manga. “No. We had another drink and then we…went to bed.”

“Went to bed? Yeah? Did you watch Letterman? Eat animal crackers? Tell spooky stories? I bet Torres has a few of those. Has he shared with you how he wound up in prison the first time?”

Tashiro shook his head. “We…had sex.”

“I didn’t catch that.”

“We had sex.”

“You fucked. Is that what you mean?”

Tashiro’s look was murderous. Ryo smiled. He had a very white and charming smile, and he knew how to use it for maximum annoyance. “So you’re gay?”


“No, no. We try not to make insensitive assumptions on the police force. So you’re gay and I guess Torres is gay?”


“That news is going to cause quite a stir with the home boys. Homosexuality is not popular with Torres’ gang. And I use the word gang deliberately.”

“Is that it?” Tashiro demanded. “Are we done? Mickey was with me. I’ll swear to it in court if I have to. Can I go?”

“You don’t want to wait around for Torres to be released?”

Tashiro’s brows drew together in confusion that was at least partly dismay.

“I’m kidding you,” Ryo said. “It’ll be hours before he’s out. Lots of paperwork involved. In the meantime, we need to get a little more background on you, Kai.”

Author Bio:
A distinct voice in gay fiction, multi-award-winning author JOSH LANYON has been writing gay mystery, adventure and romance for over a decade. In addition to numerous short stories, novellas, and novels, Josh is the author of the critically acclaimed Adrien English series, including The Hell You Say, winner of the 2006 USABookNews awards for GLBT Fiction. Josh is an Eppie Award winner and a three-time Lambda Literary Award finalist.