RIDE OR DYE
CURL UP AND DYE MYSTERIES SERIES, BOOK 6
AIMEE NICOLE WALKER
M/M ROMANCE
RELEASE DATE: 09.12.18
PHOTOGRAPHER: Wander Aguiar
COVER ARTIST: Jay Aheer/Simply Defined Art
MODELS: Jacob and Matthew
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Gabe and Josh Roman-Wyatt have been living life in the fast lane. Demanding jobs, precocious twin toddlers, an ever-growing circle of friends, and a menagerie of pets means their home is filled with love and laughter but very few quiet moments for the happy couple. Gabe’s solution is to plan a surprise vacation at a perfect hideaway where the two of them can slow things down and reconnect.
Tarlington House, a historic home located on Edisto Island in South Carolina, hosts an annual murder-mystery event which will allow Josh to use the skills he learned from his all-time favorite television detective to solve the case. The serene setting is perfect for fun days in the sun, passionate lovemaking under the stars, and a healthy wager between husbands to see who can plan the best date. But when the other guests arrive, the guys find themselves surrounded by liars and cheaters who will say or do anything to win, reminding them there’s no place like Blissville.
When a guest is killed during a vicious storm that knocks out the power and phone lines, Josh and Gabe’s murder mystery role-playing becomes a real-life whodunnit. Serve and protect will take on a deeper meaning for Gabe when he’s torn between upholding the law and protecting his husband from a ruthless killer.
Ride or Dye includes sexy sunrises, snarky banter, and swoon-worthy romance. It is the sixth and final book in the Curl Up and Dye Mysteries, which must be read in order. Ride or Dye contains sexually explicit material intended for adults 18 and older.
AS USUAL, GABE EASILY drifted off to sleep after a late dinner and heart-pounding sex. I had hoped the full belly and orgasm would help me fall asleep too, but I wasn’t as fortunate. I lay there, willing my brain to shut the fuck up, but it wasn’t cooperating. There was no fucking way I was leaving our suite to explore the inn with so much going on, so I got out of bed and grabbed the paperback copy of What Alice Forgot by Liane Moriarty I purchased the prior week after several of my clients couldn’t stop talking about it when they sat in my chair.
It seemed Maegan’s small book club at Books and Brew had expanded because nearly every customer in our salon was talking about the same book. The premise of the book sounded interesting, and I felt like it was a book anyone could relate to. A lady goes to the gym to work out, falls off her spinning bike, and knocks herself out. When she comes to, she thinks the year is 1998 instead of 2008. In her mind, she was on the verge of having her first child with the husband she adored, but in reality, she had three children and was about to get divorced. Alice lost ten years of her life. She couldn’t remember giving birth to her children, and she couldn’t come to grips with the fact her marriage was over. It was just unfathomable to her that there would be a day when she didn’t love Nick. He was her everything.
I flipped on the reading lamp beside the overstuffed, wingback chair and snuggled in with the throw blanket that was artfully arranged across the chair. I expected to enjoy the book, but I didn’t anticipate just how captivated I would become. My eyes devoured each word on every page I turned, my heart squeezing tighter in my chest as Alice’s memories returned to her in little fragments. My eyes became tired after a few hours, but I fought off sleepiness to keep reading. Just one more chapter. Then tears washed the gritty feeling from my eyes as I put myself in Alice’s shoes and tried to imagine how it would feel to forget the past ten years of my life. A kaleidoscope of beautiful images rushed through my mind. Meeting Gabe, hating Gabe, falling head over heels in love with Gabe, committing my life to Gabe, and bringing home our babies with Gabe. He was the fucking center of my universe, and everything revolved around him.
I looked over several times to make sure my husband was still sleeping soundly in the bed, and I hadn’t imagined his existence. It was silly, but some books punch you in the gut. They make you think and yearn and feel. I wanted to keep reading to find out what happened between Alice and Nick, but my need to feel Gabe’s warmth and hear his heart beating within his chest was stronger. I gently laid the book on the end table like it was a priceless treasure, turned off the light, and returned to bed.
I am a wife and mother to three kids, three dogs, and a cat. When I’m not dreaming up stories, I like to lose myself in a good book, cook or bake. I’m a girly tomboy
who paints her fingernails while watching sports and yelling at the referees.
I will always choose the book over the movie. I believe in happily-ever-after. Love inspires everything that I do. Music keeps me sane.
