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Tuesday Taste – Hoaley Inexplicable – Just Released!

Book 3: Hoale Construction Mysteries

Book 3: Hoale Construction Mysteries

Bringing Bobby’s Gym into the twenty-first century should have been fun. But the dead guy draped over the weight machine definitely took the joy out of it!

The Hoale Construction gang has taken on the task of bringing Bobby’s Gym into the twenty-first century. But the dead guy hanging from the new lat machine is putting a serious crimp in their timeline. When Bobby becomes the number one suspect for the murder, Adam and the gang are forced to try and clear him. But who is the guy? And was Bobby really the last one to see him alive? Questions only seem to multiply the deeper they dig. Until they uncover a connection with a group of thugs who call themselves the Indiana Mobsters. Things just continue to spiral downward from there.


Adam kept his head down until Dirk led the girl away and then sprinted through the curtain. He was visually assaulted the moment he entered the room. Every box had a picture of some kind of sexual body part partially covered in leather.

He moved to the nearest rack, beside the door, intending to scan the boxes quickly to find any containing Patrick Peartree. He realized the problem almost immediately. There were no faces. “Crap.” He’d have to read each box to find the actors’ names.

Carnivorous Cocks?”

Adam jumped and turned, finding Maddy skulking in the corner, a box in each hand. “You scared the crap out of me. How long have you been standing there?”

She placed one of the boxes back on the shelf, holding the other one up for him to see. “Frolicking Female Friends. They had me at frolicking.”

He shook his head. “If you’re done, can you help me find anything with PP on it?”


“You know what I mean.”

Adam tried to move quickly through the movies, but he kept getting lost in the titles. Massive Dick Mania; Here I Cum, Roger; Bi and Gloving It. More than once he caught himself reading the back of the box for more details.

“You’re likin’ that plot aren’t ya?”

He jumped guiltily, flinging the box in the general direction of the shelf. “I was looking for Peartree’s name.”

Maddy shoved her bangs out of her eyes and handed him a box. There was a massive dick on the front and a woman cringing away in terror. The owner of the dick was faceless. Adam didn’t care what the guy looked like. The visible parts were pretty damn good. “I think I’m in love.”

She pointed a perfect, red nail at the small print, wherein the actors’ names were listed.

“There he is. Good god, do you suppose that’s him?”

Maddy grinned. “Only one way to find out.”

“Double Eieww!”

She sighed. “I meant you should watch the film, pervert.”

“Oh thank god, I though you wanted me to go back to the morgue and lift the sheet.”

“Lift what sheet?” Dirk pushed through the curtain, his eyes going wide as he glanced around. “I haven’t seen this much dick since high school football.”

Adam felt nostalgia rolling over him like a warm blanket. He sighed. “Yeah. Those were the days, huh?”

Dirk nodded. “No doubt. Did you find him yet?”

Adam held the box up for Dirk to see. “Good god almighty!”

“You should rent it,” Maddy said.

Adam’s head whipped from side to side. “I couldn’t possibly hand that box to the sweet child out there.”

Dirk nodded in agreement. “I’d feel like I was contributing to the delinquency of a minor.”

Maddy grabbed the box and started for the door. “Bunch of pansies. I got this. I’ll see ya in the truck.”

Adam looked at Dirk. “Is it cowardly to make Maddy rent that movie for us?”

Dirk shrugged. “Probably.”

Adam thought about this for a minute and then started for the door. “Thank god she offered.”

“I know, right?”


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