Portrait Of A Kiss
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by T. D. McKinney, Terry Wylis
Description: The painting's compelling blue eyes fascinate former police detective David Schaeffer. Those beautiful eyes, that gorgeous face, couldn't possibly belong to a killer. But according to all the evidence in this small, sleepy river town in Alabama, that's exactly who the man in the portrait is...or was... David never expects his inherited mansion to come with its very own ghost. And certainly not the ghost of handsome, mischievous Brian Terhune, the man in the portrait, chained for eternity to his family home and accused of a horrific double murder he didn't commit. When Brian's ghost proves to be not just a pretty face on canvas but a wonderful, sensitive man, David's fascination turns to passionate love. Deeply enamored, he vows to clear his adored Brian's name, wading through a fifty-years-cold web of hatred and suspicion. But clearing Brian's name comes at a price. Acknowledged as innocent, Brian will be freed from this world, able to pass into the afterlife to the peaceful rest he deserves. Breaking Brian's shackles could very well break David's heart... Genres: Gay / Paranormal / Ghosts / Hauntings / Mystery / Detective / Romantic Comedy / BDSM (Light) / Exhibitionism / Public Places
eBook Publisher: Amber Quill Press, 2008
eBookwise Release Date: June 2009
45 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [319 KB]
Reading time: 194-272 min.
"5 Stars!...Reader caution--read this novel with a box of Kleenex. I cried tears of love, tears of grief, tears of joy, copiously. This is a wonderful story which will tug your heartstrings and transport you through the toils of grief into the beauty of hope and faith in the eternal transforming power of love."--Frost's Fancy, Rainbow Reviews
"4 Nymphs!...I thoroughly enjoyed Portrait Of A Kiss...The main characters are drawn to each other from the very beginning and have a definite chemistry. With the aid of some excellent secondary characters, the writers were able to weave humor in a story that deals with a very gruesome crime. I loved the scenes between David and Brian...You will need to keep a box of tissue next to you however as this does have some intense 'tear jerker' moments. You will not regret picking up this book."--Critter Nymph, Literary Nymphs Reviews
"...A unique romance. It was quirky, funny and just so unusual...Brian and David's romance was very sweet and tender, that alone made Portrait Of A Kiss worth reading. For readers looking for a loving but very out-of-the-ordinary romance, I strongly suggest Portrait Of A Kiss."--Ley, Joyfully Reviewed
Share? Now that was generous. Considering the house isn't yours! Still, that smile captivated. An impish quality definitely lingered there, but so did a hint of sadness. The pines sighed outside the windows, the sound giving voice to so many regrets. Yes, it would have been so good to have someone to share the house with. Someone who understood and, like this handsome intruder, shared his preference for men. Nice, as the interloper said.
The side of the bed gave gently, barely causing a stir in the sleeping man. "Very nice." And perhaps that statement wasn't just for the thought of someone companionable about the place. The cover drifted down, baring a broad, muscular chest to the moonlight. "Very nice indeed." The pines sighed again.
The stranger stirred, sleep deepening the even breaths, one graceful hand moving to settle on a toned abdomen with its light sprinkling of dark hairs around and below the navel. The memory of the glorious body beneath those cotton pants sent a jolt of desire where Brian thought such things long done. Ah, his uninvited guest had beauty of the sort to inspire poets.
Sharp pain lanced the night. But poets died and the pines whispered the unfairness of the world.
"Do you know that sort of pain, beauty? Do you have any comprehension of truly being alone?" Moonlight and shadows traced the line of the sleeper's generous lips, warm under cool fingertips. Living breath steamed in the chilled air. "Year upon year of isolation, building until there's nothing but a chasm before you?" Bright drops of agony fell on the sculpted chest.
The man groaned softly, dark head turning and--kissing his fingertips? Warmth eased through the cold. "Ah, beauty, you do understand." He bent to experience the glory of that generous mouth. Those wide lips felt so soft against his, tasting faintly of mint and maleness.
Perhaps not so uninvited after all.
But his guest was tired. Brian smoothed the covers up under that square jaw and brushed a lock of dark hair off the high forehead. After pressing a kiss to a warm cheek, he moved to gaze out the window at the silvered river in its quiet course.
Someone to share it all? Perhaps.