This book follows on For Fox Sake and involves Tate Williams and Clay Mortimer once again getting caught up in all things Fetish Alley. In Tate’s words “Have we become like the official investigators of all things weird and kinky? I never got the memo.” There’s hotness, a murder mystery, a lot of banter, and some surprise events which will only be revealed in reading the book….
Publisher: Boroughs Publishing Group
Release Date: June 6th 2019
Length: Kindle Edition, 195 pages
Series: Fetish Alley #2
Genre: M/M Mystery, Romance
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Things are getting dicey in Fetish Alley, so much so, the police have asked Tate and Clay to work a murder for them since the denizens of the Alley don’t want outsiders to learn their secrets.
Somehow, after solving one particularly squirrelly case, Clay Mortimer and Tate Williams of M&W Investigations have been deemed experts in all things Fetish Alley. Tate’s taken an undercover assignment for the London police, and solves it with his usual flair. When a brutal and particularly sensitive murder send the shop owners and patrons of Fetish Alley up in arms, once again the police department call upon Tate and Clay to take the lead in solving the grisly crime. Meanwhile their lives are being redefined in ways neither of them expected, and even though change can be scary, these brave men make certain that love guides them on every road they travel.
Murder with unique and delightful characters! ✰✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ – Dixiecowgirl060
A delicious follow up to For Fox Sake ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ – Ann Alaskan
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Death by C*ck
Susan Mac Nicol © 2019
All Rights Reserved
Tate wrinkled his nose as Rick swung open the front door to Stuffed for Choice and walked in. A stale smell wafted out of the shop, reminiscent of old weed, cigarettes, and the fustiness of small creatures. Tate noticed the crime scene paraphernalia was gone, and the shop appeared to have been restored to its former condition.
Dead animals with a soupçon of dust.
He wandered past Clay, shoving his way into the shop after Rick. “Huh. You could make a great joke out of this one.” He chuckled. “A policeman, two investigators, and a psychic walk into a taxidermy shop…”
Clay snorted as he entered the cool clime of the shop. “Sounds like a match made in heaven. Except the psychic hasn’t arrived yet.” He took off his sport coat and left it on top of the counter. Today hadn’t been a suit and tie day, even more so now he no longer had an office. Tate had finally managed to convince his man to dress down when he worked from home or didn’t have clients to see.
And what a sight he was. Clay was dressed in dark grey chinos, a crisp white long-sleeved shirt, and a camel sport coat.
Tate grinned at the memory of this morning. He’d taken one look at Clay and shaken his head with affection. His words, “You’ll never quite get the hang of casual, will you, babe?” had made Clay grumble softly.
His man did look pretty edible though. Tate was in black jeans, torn at the knees, a tight-fitting blue t-shirt, and his usual black leather jacket, a lighter version of the one he usually wore, because, after all, it was spring.
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Clay chuckled. “Do I need to take you shopping for new socks?” He clasped Tate’s left big toe, which peeked through a hole in his sock. “I thought Jax and Dare bought you those graffiti ones for Christmas. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you wear them.”
Tate eyed his sock gloomily. “I put them away somewhere and I can’t find them now,” he confessed. “I love those socks.” He jumped as Clay poked at his toe. “Hey, stop that. You know I’m ticklish there.”
“Oh, I know,” Clay acknowledged with a wicked grin. He put his drink down on the side table. Swiftly, he pulled the offending sock off Tate’s foot and threw it onto the floor. Tate gave an indignant yelp. “And I’m in the mood to tickle.”
He laughed as he gripped Tate’s foot tightly and drew his fingers along the bottom of the sole, as his lover squirmed to get away.
“You fucker. Stop that. Jesus, Clay, I swear I’m going to deck you.” Tate wriggled like an eel as he attempted, unsuccessfully, to stop Clay’s torture. Tate’s other foot shot out, aiming for Clay’s chest, a move Clay avoided by leaning away.
“Playing dirty, are you?” he said huskily as Tate’s foot dug into Clay’s groin in his effort to escape. Clay’s cock was already stiff, Tate’s ministrations doing nothing to minimise the effect. “That deserves payback.” He reached out and took hold of both Tate’s ankles, pulling Tate in closer. “I have another use for these. Resting on my shoulders sounds like a plan.”
Meet the Author
The official stuff
Susan writes steamy, sexy and fun contemporary romance stories, some suspenseful, some gritty and dark and hopefully always entertaining. She’s also Editor in Chief at Divine Magazine, an online LGBTQ e-zine and a member of The Society of Authors, the Writers Guild of Great Britain, and the Authors Guild in the US.
Susan is also an award-winning script writer, with scripts based on two of her own published works. Sight Unseen has garnered no less than five awards to date and her TV pilot, Reel Life, based on her debut novel, Cassandra by Starlight, was also a winner at the Oaxaca Film Fest.
The ‘unofficial’ stuff…
She loves going to the theatre, live music concerts (especially if it’s her man crush Adam Lambert or the divine Cumberbatch) walks in the countryside, a good G and T, lazing away afternoons reading a good book, and watching re-runs of Silent Witness.
Her chequered past includes stories like being mistaken for a prostitute in the city of Johannesburg, being chased by a rhino on a dusty Kenyan road, getting kicked out of a youth club for being a ‘bad influence’ (she encourages free thinking) and having an aunt who was engaged to Cliff Richard