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Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica/Mystery/Crime
Description: Hotshot defense attorney James Scott isn't afraid of following his gut instinct. Even when his gut tells him that the man everybody knows is guilty is not only innocent, but a victim himself. A notorious media darling, he's got an irresistible charm that always seems to undermine his strategic mind. Homicide detective Owen Duke dislikes him before they meet. Duke doesn't have time for gut feelings--he lives by logic and evidence. And all the evidence tells him that Scott's client, Hector Young, is guilty of the cold-blooded murder of a young ballerina.

Scott is willing to risk his reputation and his career on the kid's innocence. Relentless, he convinces Duke to dig beneath the surface of the case. What's supposed to be an open-and-shut case quickly becomes a quagmire of lies, murder, and rotting corruption. Suddenly, instead of being a thorn in Duke's side, James Scott is the only person in San Francisco the detective can trust. And the two of them are the only people who can find the truth in time to save the life of an innocent man...

Genres: Gay / Contemporary / Mystery / Detective / Suspense / Thriller
eBook Publisher: Amber Quill Press, 2010
eBookwise Release Date: May 2010

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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [346 KB]
Words: 74090
Reading time: 211-296 min.

"5 Stars!...No one writes explicitly erotic scenes like Jamie Craig. You will need a cool washcloth for the back of your neck as you read this book! James and Owen are as hot and inventive sexually as they are determined and inventive in their professions, and yet the most important part is the story. The story here is richly detailed, cleverly plotted and believable...It's erotic, and it's a delicate exploration of two independent, strong, tough men creating a relationship, but it's also a rivetingly well-written mystery story...An excellent story. Jamie Craig has outdone herself once again. I highly recommend this book."--Carole, Rainbow Reviews

"4 Nymphs!...A nicely plotted and executed story...The tale's filled with believable details, has a steady flow with a good integration of primary and secondary characters, and there's an even balance between the romance and suspense aspects of the story."--Mystical Nymphs, Literary Nymphs Reviews

"...The story is engaging and clips along at a reasonable pace as the reader is taken through the various stages of the heroes' relationship and the clues leading to the denouement of the mystery. Jamie Craig always writes well and the characters' feelings and motivations were described in detail. The amount of dialogue to internal musing was balanced and as always, the sex scenes were hot, but also romantic..."--Jenre, Reviews By Jessewave

This was a kiss with enough force to drive Duke back against the door. His shoulder blades hit the wood with a hollow thump, and the doorknob pressed into his hip. He didn't care about the dull pain, though. Not while Scott's mouth demanded his attention. His tongue swooped into Duke's mouth, like he was chasing the faint hint of whiskey on his breath. Scott's hand closed around Duke's shirt, his fingers pulling the material tight across Duke's chest.

The notion to slow Scott down came and went, as fleetingly as it deserved. Duke had extended the first move, and made his interest all too apparent not to accept Scott's initiative, especially when they both clearly wanted this, needed it like they needed to breathe. Stopping the night before had been judicious. Now, they had all the time in the world, the luxury of hours ahead of them to take pleasure in the other without losing sleep.

He gripped Scott's hip, molding their bodies together. Scott could control the kiss as much as he liked; Duke wanted control of the rest of his flesh. With his free hand, he tugged at Scott's shirt, loosening it from the waistband, and slipped his fingers beneath the material as soon as there was room. Muscles twitched at the first touch, but he didn't let that stop him. He wanted them quivering and molten, just like Scott's shoulders had been after the massage. He would do whatever it took to make that happen.

Duke's chest began to burn, and though they broke away at the same time to gasp for breath, they didn't move away from each other. Scott kept him pinned in place, his mouth working over Duke's jaw. Like he wanted to eat Duke whole. Duke pushed more of Scott's shirt out of the way and slid his palms around the man's ribs, up his sides, and down his back. He couldn't get enough of the smooth texture, or the sensitive, trembling muscles.

"I want to take you to the bedroom now," Scott said against his throat.