What Hides Inside: A Bay City Paranormal Investigation, Book Two
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by Ally Blue
Description: Facing an alternate-reality horror: deadly. Facing their own secrets: much, much worse. A Bay City Paranormal Investigation, Book 2 In one fateful, first week with Bay City Paranormal Investigations, Sam Raintree learned he's psychic, possesses the power to open interdimensional portals and accidentally let loose an unimaginable horror. If that wasn't a busy enough schedule, he also began a relationship with his boss, the firmly closeted Dr. Bo Broussard. Three months later, Bo's wedding ring is off, but he isn't ready to come out. Sam, tired of hiding, can hear their relationship creaking under the burden of secrets. Cracks appear when Bo hires Dean, a new investigator who's bi, out and openly interested in Sam. During an intense investigation into the mysterious disappearance of three students from South Bay High School, Bo's stubbornly cold shoulder leaves Sam only one way to go: toward Dean. As he wonders if he should continue the fight for Bo's love, the team discovers shades of Oleander House echoing in South High's halls. Sam pushes his newfound psychic abilities to the limit--until an eruption of nightmarish proportions threatens to take the decision out of his hands. Permanently. This book has been previously published. Warning: This title contains explicit, male/male angry sex, break-up sex, make-up sex, violent creatures with a taste for human flesh, sex and down-and-dirty language.
eBook Publisher: Samhain Publishing, Ltd., 2010
eBookwise Release Date: December 2010
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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [329 KB]
Reading time: 209-293 min.
They parked the SUV and piled out into the early morning sunshine. Sam lifted his face to smile at the pale blue sky. The weather was still unseasonably warm, and supposed to continue that way right through Thanksgiving.
Within a few minutes, the second SUV rolled to a stop. Cecile hopped down from the driver's seat while Dean stepped out of the passenger side. Bo slid out of the backseat, looking unbearably hot in snug black jeans and a form-fitting long-sleeved red T-shirt. Sam licked his lips, wishing the sight of the man didn't make his skin tingle. Not when he couldn't do a damn thing about it.
Dean sauntered toward Sam. "So, what do you think of the place?"
"It's gorgeous," Sam answered, truthfully enough. "I can't believe this is a public school. It looks more like a private college or something."
"Yeah, but don't be fooled. There's no air conditioning and it floods every spring."
Sam gave Dean a curious look as they followed the rest of the group up the steps to the archway leading inside. "Cecile said you went to high school here, is that right?"
Dean laughed. "Yeah. Of course, I graduated twelve years ago, so I'm sure some things have changed, but I'm betting there's still not air conditioning. It'd be a real bitch to install here."
"So, did you ever hear anything about these tunnels when you were in school here?"
"Yeah, everybody knew about 'em. Hell, I lost my cherry there."
"It's true. The baseball team's pitcher nailed me during gym in tenth grade."
"Doesn't sound very romantic," Sam mused, holding the front door open for Dean to pass through.
"Oh, and I suppose your first time was on a moonlit beach, with wine and roses and violins?" Dean arched an eyebrow as he brushed past Sam, so close Sam could smell his musky cologne. "Spare me. Besides, it took me weeks of plying the boy with my considerable charm before he caved. Major closet case, that one was."
Sam grinned. "Something tells me you were never a closet case."
"Right you are. I proudly swing both ways." With a quick glance at the group a few paces ahead, Dean leaned close, voice dropping low. "You're not, are you?"
"What, a closet case? No, I'm out."
"I figured. I can always spot the bent ones, if they're my type." Dean flashed a wicked smile. "And you are definitely my type."
A spike of pure lust shot up Sam's spine at the suggestion in Dean's voice. Hot on the heels of his physical reaction came a wave of horrified guilt. I love Bo. How could I want Dean?
The answer, of course, was clear. Sam's feelings for Bo couldn't overcome his need for a warm, willing body between his legs and a hot, hard cock pounding him into blissful oblivion. Much as he wished it wasn't true, he craved sex, and Bo wasn't ready to give it to him. The fact that Dean was willing and able was terribly tempting.
"Would you two care to join the rest of us now?"
Bo's irritated voice shook Sam out of his thoughts. He looked over to where Bo stood in the open doorway of the principal's office. Bo's cheeks were flushed, his dark eyes snapping with transparent jealousy. Sam didn't know whether to be flattered or aggravated.
"We're coming," Sam said, ignoring Dean's barely stifled giggle. "We were talking about the tunnels."
"Yeah," Dean chimed in. "They're really hot and tight."
Sam cringed. Bo gaped. Dean plowed on, apparently oblivious to them both. "I was telling Sam how I'd been down there in high school. The tunnels are narrow and low-ceilinged, and warmer than you'd think."
"That's true," Mr. Innes added as they stepped through the door. "As a matter of fact, some scholars have speculated that the unexpected heat in the tunnels may have been the reason the monks abandoned the place. Evidently the original cellars didn't turn out to be cool enough to store their wine and perishables for any length of time."
"They didn't tell anyone why they left?" David wondered.
Mr. Innes shrugged. "If they did, it was never recorded. The monks simply disappeared, without leaving any record as to where they were going."
Andre's eyebrows went up. "That's interesting. Can you tell us any more of the property's history?"
"I'm afraid I've already told you all I know." The principal frowned. "Is it important?"
"It could be." Bo glanced at Dean, dark eyes cool now. "Dean, on Monday I'd like for you and David to go to the main library and see what else you can find out about this property."
"Okay." Dean gave Bo a winning smile. "Anything in particular you want us to be on the lookout for?"
Bo tugged on his braid, his expression thoughtful. "Keep an eye out for any other disappearances especially, but you'll want to look for anything unusual. I wish I could be more specific, but I can't. You'll both just have to use your judgment."
"Got it, boss." David nudged Dean's elbow. "You'll be training with me, by the way."
Dean nodded. "Bo told me. I'm looking forward to it."
Glancing at Bo, Sam was relieved to see the man's eyes gleaming like they always did on an interesting case, all traces of jealousy gone. Sam caught Bo's gaze and held it, letting his love shine through. Bo cast a furtive glance around the room, then flashed a brief, brilliant smile that made Sam feel hot all over.
Bo cleared his throat. "All right, let's get started. Mr. Innes, what we'll need to do first is tour the school, including the tunnels. After that, we'll regroup here in your office, if that's okay, and decide on an investigative plan for the day."
"Very well. And what do you need me to do, apart from showing you the school?"
"Nothing, really," Andre answered. "We may have more questions for you after the tour, though."
"And we'll need to know where the electrical outlets are," Sam added. "In case we need to set up cameras."
"I can show those to you as we go." Fishing in his desk drawer, Mr. Innes pulled out a hefty ring of keys and pocketed it. "Shall we go?"
"We're ready." Bo started toward the office door, then turned around again. "Who's got the notepad?"
"I do," David said, pulling a small notebook and a pen from his jacket pocket.
"Oh, no." Andre snatched the items out of David's hand and passed them to Sam. "We need notes that someone can actually read later."
David pressed a hand to his heart. "I'm wounded, man. Wounded."
Rolling his eyes, Andre gave David a shove toward the door. "I'll show you wounded, smart-ass. Move it."
Still playfully bickering, Andre and David followed Mr. Innes out of the office, with the rest of the group trailing behind. As they headed down the first floor hallway, Sam found himself walking between Bo and Dean. He couldn't help wondering just how prophetic that position would turn out to be.