Seeing Red
Trowchester Series, Book 5
Alex Beecroft
Contemporary MM Romance
Release Date: 05.12.19
BLURB
Bad boys don’t tame easy.
Victor is a bad man. Is there anything he won’t do for power and money?
Destroy a local business so he can buy it cheap? Kick out its owners and turn it into a cash cow? He relishes the chance.
Idris is a good man in possession of a renowned tea-house. He’s put his heart and soul into the place. It’s everything he has and wants…
Except for Victor.
He wants Victor too.
Can the love of a compassionate man soften a predator’s heart before it’s too late? Or is Idris doomed to lose his life’s work, and his heart with it?
A contemporary mm romance, Seeing Red is a long-awaited new installment of the critically acclaimed Trowchester Series. Each book in the series is a standalone, and can be read in any order. Feel free to start here and work back!
When he returned home, Idris was waiting for him outside the locked garage door.
The sight of him filled Victor with so many emotions he couldn’t make head or tail of them. He was tempted to reverse straight back out of the drive and flee to London, as his stomach told him it was being stabbed by a cage of knives. What was that all about?
And what right did his feelings have to be glad—to put his heart in his mouth and a tingle in his dick at the sight of the man’s ample behind in the deep purple silk of his suit? He told you to fuck off, remember? You’re going to stand over his weeping body and laugh. Right?
Idris looked like a man who made a living by providing delicious cake to all comers, the only hard thing about him being the blue glints in his sable hair. He made Victor feel like the picture of famine. The man didn’t like Victor, because who could? Victor was a poor starved thing still struggling to cram enough in his mouth. He was one who would never be satisfied, and Idris must never have known what it was to be in want of anything.
Food, love, money, they must all have come to him easily, or how else could he give them away as though he was always sure there would be enough left for him?
Victor didn’t flee. He got out of the car, dog-carrier in his arms, and because he didn’t know what he felt he waited silently for it to become clear.
I was born in Northern Ireland during the Troubles and grew up in the wild countryside of the English Peak District. I studied English and Philosophy before accepting employment with the Crown Court where I worked for a number of years. Now a full time author, I live with my husband and two children in a little village near Cambridge and try to avoid being mistaken for a tourist.
Asexual, agender and mother of a transgender son, I still feel like my place in the LGBT community is perhaps peripheral. But it’s very important to me nevertheless.
I’m only intermittently present in the real world. I have lead a Saxon shield wall into battle, I can be found most weekends practicing an eight hundred year old form of English folk dance, and recently I’ve been getting into Steampunk, with a character who’s a cross between Evie from The Mummy and Indiana Jones.
I write queer romance – that is, my main characters are typically gay, bisexual, transgender, pansexual or asexual men. Best known for historicals, I also write Fantasy/SF and contemporary romance, all of which tends to be on the sweeter side of the heat spectrum.
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