Still grieving the loss of a loved one, True Detective Agency prepares for a joyous event, the birth of Nathalie’s babies.
With Nathalie on bedrest, personnel shortages at the agency and the holidays looming, Matt and Nathalie are doing their best just to get by.
However, when they are photographed at the gravesite and said photographer ends up dead in their parking lot, it will take every ounce of cunning to outwit an enemy bent on revenge.
*Contains explicit descriptions of sex, violence, and strong language. Also may trigger some readers for themes of BDSM, M/M, M?F and use of the 'N' word.
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Click-click-click. The shutter did its thing from the camera with the long-range lens. The man with his eye to the viewfinder peered over the Nikon, before moving it back into position.
“Are you sure this is something you want to do?” he asked his companion, a sleek man with dark spiked hair, a trim mustache and goatee. He folded slim, soft hands; black ink adorned the knuckles as he set his hands in his lap.
“We have a score to settle,” he answered in a voice thick with some Eastern European accent. Maybe Russian? “They interfered with what was mine.”
“I don’t see how taking a bunch of photos at a gravesite is going to get us closer to them,” the photographer grumbled.
The photographer, one Cory Grant, studied the three people standing in a snow-covered cemetery. Two men and a very pregnant woman. Even from this distance he could see she was about to pop. Somehow the black parka she wore stretched to accommodate the belly. Her hair and her lower face were covered by a blue and black checked hat and scarf. The only spots of color on her. To her left a man with long dirt brown dreadlocks. He, too, was wearing a hat and scarf, but black to match the long wool dress coat. Even the leather gloves on his hands were black. To the woman’s right, another man his features were hidden by a dark fedora with a jaunty little feather at the crown. His coat was a charcoal gray, and the raised collar hid the bottom of his face. From this angle he couldn’t see the man’s hands, gloved or otherwise.
“Do you know who they are?” Cory glanced over his shoulder.
“They’re a bunch of fucking detectives!” he spat. “They walked into my shop pretending to be something else. He,” the sleek man stabbed a finger at the one with the dreads, “shut down my tattoo parlor. And I still have to pay child support.”
Cory pursed his lips. Having Matt—at least he thought that was the man with the dreads—close down Igor’s, his backseat companion, tattoo parlor wasn’t a huge loss. Igor was a terrible artist unless he was doing his own ink and then he was a veritable Picasso.
“Now how am I supposed to wash my money?” Igor demanded. “SShella was supposed to abort the little bastard. Instead, she has him and I’m supposed to take care of it? That lousy cocksucker Nick was to get rid of the kid. He botches that.
“I still don’t think taking on these detectives is wise. Especially Matt.”
Igor snatched Cory by the scruff of the neck and shoved his face in his. “I do not pay you to think. I pay you to act. They have suffered a loss. They,” he waved a hand to indicate the pregnant woman and Matt, “a baby anytime. They will be too distracted to pay me attention.”
Igor released Cory, allowing the man to fall into the footwell. Cory snatched up the camera, which had fallen, and anxiously checked it over.
He released an aggravated breath. The lens and the camera were fine. He glared at Igor. “I don’t give a fuck who you are. You break my camera and I’ll kick your ass.”
Igor laughed. “Is that what you’re upset about. A fucking camera?”
Cory ignored him and went back to staring at the trio.
In a small town, in a popular bar, beautiful women disappear. This could just be a coincidence, but private investigators, Carson, Matt and Nathalie don’t believe in them. So they go undercover.
However, when one of the missing women turns up dead, the trio is disturbed to learn the woman bore a striking resemblance to Nathalie; they increase their efforts. When Nathalie disappears from the same bar, Carson and Matt will do anything to find her.
*Contains explicit descriptions of sex, strong language, and descriptions of violence.*
Revenge is his game, and Black Hemlock is willing to do anything to settle the score.
For years, Black Hemlock has been biding his time, sulking that bragging rights to a long ago cyber heist was snatched from him. Throw in betrayal and a broken heart, and he has the perfect motive for murder.
Once more True Detective Agency is called in to assist in finding the perpetrator, this time using Carson as bait. Fearless and capable, Carson has no problem going head-to-head with a killer with a penchant for poison.
As the trio delves into the lives and deaths of the victims, a buried secret could destroy them all.
Erotic Romantic Suspense includes elements of BDSM, explicit language, some violence and explicit descriptions of sex.
MMF, FM, MFM MM
Family is everything.
No one knows that better than Carson, Matt and Nathalie. Through trials, and hardships, unwavering love and devotion, they’ve built a solid family unit. But Matt longs for a reunion with his estranged family.
A family in need.
In spite of the pain his sister put him through, Matt agrees to help his sister with a potentially ugly custody battle. Meanwhile Carson struggles to keep both Matt and Nathalie safe from Black Hemlock and anew more potential dangerous foe.
With every family there are secrets and hidden truths and buried lies. And lies, even those of omission, can destroy.
Contains strong language, violence, and explicit descriptions of sex. Contains BDSM elements. Also contains sensitive material which may trigger some readers.
A dead body, two stowaways, and a missing mom is not the vacation Carson and Matt envisioned. Rekindling romance will have to wait while the men track down the mom of their two young stowaways.
Back home, Nathalie is determined to help her father who is being coerced into participating in a bank heist.
Throw in a couple of disgruntled family members, mistaken identity and it’s just an ordinary day at the office. Until one of them dies.
*Contains explicit descriptions of sex, violence and language Some elements of BDSM MMF M/M