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Lacetown Murder Mysteries by Deanna Wadsworth & Hank Edwards
Book 1: Murder Most Lovely
Lacetown Murder Mysteries, Book 1
A killer at a small-town literary festival. Bumbling drug dealers. A kidnapped cat. Starting a romance among all this chaos might be the death of them.
Michael Fleishman is excited to meet his favorite mystery writer, Russell Withingham, at Lacetown’s Literary Fest. He is not expecting to cross paths with sexy hairdresser Jasper “Jazz” Dilworth―or become embroiled in a real-life mystery. As Lacetown’s only mortician and the county coroner, Michael is called to his first murder scene and is shocked to recognize the victim―Russell’s young lover.
Jazz only wanted to confront his ex, Russell, over his cheating. Instead, he meets the adorably awkward Michael and becomes a murder suspect. Soon Jazz is teaming up with Michael to clear his name. Along the way, they are helped and hindered by Michael’s sassy assistant, Kitty, the grumpy Sheriff Musgrave, Russell’s creepy PR rep, Norbert, and Michael’s lothario grandfather, who likes his manhattans strong and his women saucy. And of course, Mr. Pickles Furryton the Third…
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Book 2: Murder Most Deserving
Lacetown Murder Mysteries, Book 2
An acoustic music festival comes to Lacetown, and with it, another dead body―this one found at Fleishman’s Funeral Home. Michael recuses himself from the autopsy, handing the job over to his arch-nemesis from a neighboring county.
Luckily Michael and local hairstylist Jazz are closer than ever. Between a trio of funerals, a blowout BBQ, and a couple of trips on Beulah, Jazz’s beloved scooter, Michael and Jazz do some sleuthing of their own. With the first gruesome murder still fresh in their memories, they can’t help but wonder if notorious murderer and famous author Russell Withingham might be targeting them from jail, where he’s awaiting trial.
The festival, however, brings in a veritable lineup of potential killers, including a familiar―and most unwelcome―figure from their past. As the murderer circles ever closer to Jazz and Michael, Sheriff Musgrave is quick to remind them that everyone’s a suspect until Sheriff Musgrave says they’re not!
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On their first date, Jazz had initiated the teenage girl slumber party game as a way to get to know each other, and it had worked surprisingly well.
He wasn’t sure what it was about Jazz—maybe his open, accepting nature?—but Michael had never felt so confident with any of his other lovers. At least not confident enough to say what he said next. “Would you like to take a dare?”
“Always.”
“I dare you to invite me up to your apartment.”
Jazz let out a throaty growl and hastily fumbled with his seat belt. “Dare accepted. And dammit, there’s only nineteen minutes left now.”
“We’d better hurry.”
Michael killed the engine and quickly got out of the car. His hands trembled with excitement as he locked the car with a beep-beep and pocketed his keys.
Grinning, Jazz entered his code for the interior stairway that led to his trendy loft. They climbed the stairs two at a time, and since they were alone in the hallway, Michael pressed his body against the length of Jazz’s back as Jazz unlocked his door.
With a sigh, Jazz leaned into Michael, thrusting his ass against Michael’s hardening dick. Michael wrapped his arms around Jazz’s solid waist and inhaled the sweet herbal scent of his boyfriend’s glorious hair.
His every fantasy had now become fixated on Jazz’s beautiful hair. He really hoped Jazz never got the notion to cut it all off.
The warmth of Jazz’s body seeped through their clothing and heated Michael’s blood. Any lingering thoughts about Jazz cutting his hair faded as passion flooded Michael’s senses.
“So what do you have in mind, Mr. Fleishman?” Jazz purred, pushing his door open but not stepping out of Michael’s embrace.
Michael nibbled Jazz’s earlobe, his pride swelling like his cock when Jazz shivered. That was definitely one of Jazz’s hot spots. The other was…. Michael pressed the flat of both hands on the front of Jazz’s hip bones, then to the soft fleshy areas before hip, thigh, and cock met.
Jazz groaned.
“What would you like?” Michael purposefully tickled the skin below Jazz’s earlobe with his lips.
Jazz walked forward, and Michael went with him, never releasing him. Using one foot, he kicked the door shut behind them.
The second the latch clicked, Michael cupped Jazz’s balls with one hand, then slid his other hand under his T-shirt and over warm skin until he had one of Jazz’s delicious nipples between his fingers. He squeezed and pinched, kissing and nibbling up Jazz’s neck. Gently humping him, Michael relished the way Jazz melted back into him, dropping his head onto Michael’s shoulder and exposing more of that strong neck for Michael to taste and explore.
“That’s a good start,” Jazz muttered, voice rough and breathy. He pushed his ass back harder. “God, I want you inside me.”
“Not enough time.” Michael took charge, spinning Jazz in his arms to claim those lips in a heated kiss. He cupped the back of Jazz’s head, tugging on his hair tie. “Take your hair down while I suck you.”
Jazz’s hands roamed all over Michael’s back, groping his ass. “Yes, sir.”
“Sir?” He flashed a cocky smile. “I like the sound of that. Now take your hair down. There’s no time for you to play coy with me.”
When Jazz chuckled, Michael made a tsk ing sound as he loosened Jazz’s belt. “Be a good boy and do as I say. Good boys who do as they’re told get rewards.”
Grinning wide, Jazz reached behind his head and untied his hair. He shook it loose, fluffing it with his hands, all the while his eyes twinkling with mischief. “Have I been a good boy?”
Michael tsk ed again. “You’ve been a very, very bad boy.”
Deanna Wadsworth
Deanna Wadsworth might be a bestselling erotica author, but she leads a pretty vanilla life in Ohio with her wonderful husband and her adorable cocker spaniels. She’s been penning stories since childhood. Her first erotic novella was published in 2010. When she isn’t writing books or brainstorming with friends, you can find her making people gorgeous in a beauty salon. She loves music and dancing, and can often be seen hanging out on the sandbar in the muddy Maumee River or chilling with her hubby and a cocktail in their basement bar. In between all that fun, Deanna cherishes the quiet times when she can let her wildly active imagination have the full run of her mind. Her fascination with people and the innerworkings of their relationships have always inspired her to write romance with spice and love without boundaries.
Connect with Deanna:
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deanna@deannawadsworth.com
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Hank Edwards
Hank Edwards (he/him) has been writing gay fiction for more than twenty years. He has published over forty novels and novellas and dozens of short stories. His writing crosses many sub-genres, including contemporary romance, rom-com, paranormal, suspense, mystery, wacky comedy, and erotica. He has written a number of series such as the funny and spooky Critter Catchers, Old West historical horror of Venom Valley, suspenseful FBI and civilian Up to Trouble, and the erotic and funny Fluffers, Inc. Under the pen name R. G. Thomas, he has written a young adult urban fantasy gay romance series called The Town of Superstition. He was born and still lives in a northwest suburb of the Motor City, Detroit, Michigan.
Connect with Hank:
www.hankedwardsbooks.com
hankedwardsbooks@gmail.com
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