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by Vivien Dean
Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica/Multicultural-Interracial Erotica
Description: When Joe Grace, an assistant DA in Los Angeles, discovers the best friend he had growing up has been taken in for questioning on a murder investigation, he drops everything and flies to Chicago. To help, he tells himself. The last person Israel Jones ever expects to show up in his defense is a blast from his past, but now that Joe's in town, Israel is convinced the truth will surface. Someone out there killed his son's murderer, and though the police believe he was seeking vengeance, Israel claims he's innocent. Together, Joe and Israel have to unearth the real killer, but to do that, Joe needs to find out about the life Israel has had without him. Even if it means facing all his own ghosts as well... Genres: Gay / Contemporary / The Arts / Mystery / Detective / Interracial / Multicultural
eBook Publisher: Amber Quill Press, 2008
eBookwise Release Date: August 2009
23 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [154 KB]
Reading time: 94-132 min.
"...The author has a lovely hand in prose and this story certainly highlights such. The story lingers easily with a likable and pleasurable path from the beginning scene to the end with touching moments from Joe and Israel's childhood starting each chapter...I genuinely enjoyed reading this story. It's a little sad, a little romantic, and ends as the story itself progressed--like a drawn-out sigh, but in the best way...If you're looking for an easy story with a range of emotions and romantic reunion of past lovers, this will satisfy you."--Kassa, Rainbow Reviews
"...I enjoyed this well-written book...Though it is a romance, thus an almost guaranteed HEA of some kind, it has a ginormous range of emotions: it's fairly angsty, laced with guilt and grief and sadness and jealousy and resentment, joy and hope. Told from Joe's POV over the course of three days, it's a look at two men separated by time, reunited to save one of them...My favorite part of the book is that each chapter starts with a brief snapshot flashback into their relationship beginning with the day they met. It's the sweetest part of a story that isn't sweet...I liked this bittersweet story by an author I am growing to really enjoy. Even though it's isn't a long book, it is well paced and well written. If you are interested in an emotional, yet romantic story of reunion, this may be the tale for you."--Aunt Lynn, Reviews By Jessewave
"4.5 Nymphs!...I'm truly becoming a fan of gay mysteries...This was an interesting story, and while I wasn't completely surprised about who committed the crimes, I was happy to see Joe and Israel relearn their love, and regain the closeness they needed. Still, Life is definitely worth a read."--Scandalous Minx, Literary Nymphs Reviews
"The gun. It's mine."
Joe tamped down the curse that rose automatically to his lips. "But you didn't shoot him."
"No. They did that test on me, the one where they spray your hands? Came back negative. Ott wasn't too happy about that."
A GSR test wasn't nearly enough to exclude Israel. "They must have something else."
"Yeah. A smudged fingerprint, Ott said. And it wasn't mine or Glen's or anybody else in the system."
As quickly as the fear had latched onto its heart, this tidbit slashed it away. Physical evidence put the gun in someone else's hand. That was reasonable doubt for any jury.
"So who had access to your gun?"
Israel shrugged. "I didn't think anybody even knew about it. I only have it for emergencies, and I sure as hell don't keep it loaded."
"Could it have been stolen?"
"It would've had to be, if the killer used it on that kid."
Which meant someone could be setting Israel up. Joe sank back into the couch, rubbing at his jaw as he mulled it over.
"Ott said you were one of them." Israel's soft question pulled Joe out of his reverie. His pale eyes were now fixed on him instead of the ceiling. "What did he mean?"
"I work for the DA's office in Los Angeles."
Israel whistled under his breath. "And now I have you on my side? Someone up there really is looking out for me."
The implication made Joe shift awkwardly in his seat. Unable to completely meet Israel's eyes, he stood and started to pace, rather than fidget in front of him.
"If by some long shot this ever got to trial, I might not be able to defend you, Iz."
"Why not? Oh. Because you'd have to go back to LA."
"That, and the fact that I can't actually practice law in the state of Illinois."
"What? But you're--"
"In the state of California, yes. And in states that have reciprocal agreements, yes." Joe shook his head, still marking out the perimeter of the room. "Illinois and California don't. I'd have to petition the court for an exception, most likely."
"But, back at the police station..." Israel looked like he had when they'd sat next to each other in American History in their junior year of high school. Facts would fill his head, but applying them to theories or grander pictures was not his strong suit. "If you can't defend me, why did you come, Joe?"
Because I thought maybe you needed a friend, not just a lawyer.