Kissing Sherlock Holmes
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by T. D. McKinney, Terry Wylis
Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica/Mystery/Crime
Description: "My dear Watson, how does one go about kissing a woman?"...
Sherlock Holmes' question leads to a lesson Watson never expected to teach. And feelings he never thought to explore. A single kiss alters Watson's world while the announcement of Holmes' upcoming marriage sets an odd fear in his heart.
Amidst the beauty of an English country party, the greatest detective the world has ever known searches for a traitor. Somewhere among the glittering nobility a sadist lurks, using blackmail to destroy lives and endanger a nation.
Only Sherlock Holmes can save an innocent man and bring the traitor to justice. It's a search that could cement the greatest friendship of all time into something far deeper and stronger...if the hunt doesn't end Watson's life first.
Genres: Gay / Historical / Mystery / Detective / Action / Adventure
eBook Publisher: Amber Quill Press, 2010
eBookwise Release Date: January 2012
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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [325 KB]
Reading time: 212-296 min.
Holmes pulled her a bit closer. "Winnie, my dear, you're quite right. This is my dear friend and chronicler, Doctor John Watson. Watson, do forgive me for not introducing you properly. My fiancée, the Honorable Winnifred Farnham."
Miss Farnham cast him a look of long-suffering tolerance. "You also didn't convey that Sherlock is the most horrid stickler for convention and propriety."
I found myself laughing as I briefly took her hand. "Our cases often veer from such as well. I'm delighted to meet you, Miss Farnham."
"And I you, sir. Without your literary efforts, I'd never have suspected Sherlock could be the sort of man I'd care for. I might have missed him the crowd." She dimpled up at Holmes.
"I can't say as I've ever thought of Holmes being missed in the crowd." Thank God I'd never hidden my affection for him, else I might have found myself in an awkward moment as I glanced at him.
"Ha!" His explosion of laughter set butterflies loose in my stomach. He seemed more magnificent by the moment. "As you see, I am well loved." He gazed down at her little face turned up to him in such animation. "As are you, Winnie." To my amazement, he bent and pressed a lingering kiss on her smiling lips. His long arm crept about her waist, supporting her as he held her close. Then he opened his eyes and stared at me.
I barely saw her. Dearest God! His face! I'd never seen such a light in it or such contentment.
I shall simply pretend I'm kissing you when I'm with her. The words reverberated in my mind. They shone in his clear gaze.
Me. My knees went watery. So he must have looked when I held him in my arms. His glow, that radiant happiness, because of me.