This snippet is from my brand new release, Oh! Hoaley Night! Book 4 in my Hoale Construction Mysteries series. Enjoy!
Sometimes going home is clarifying. Sometimes it’s just plain deadly!
Adam travels to Candlelight, Indiana to visit his parents for Christmas. When he arrives he discovers somebody has killed a man and dumped him in the manger of the living crèche at the local church. Unfortunately, all signs lead back to Adam’s father as the murderer. A Sheriff with a grudge and a small town more interested in gossip than reality, convince Adam that it will be up to him and the gang to clear his father’s name.
Adam groaned as Dirk slid home, his balls tapping Adam’s butt with every stroke.
Smelling of cherries from the lube, the hand on his shoulder clenched as Dirk moaned his pleasure. “I’ve wanted to do this for ages,” Dirk told him, the words husky and slightly breathless.
With his eyes closed tight and the sweet smell of cherries in his nostrils, Adam was transported back fifteen years, to that first time he and Dirk had done “it” together. Dirk’s words were no doubt meant to recapture that time for Adam. It was exactly what Dirk had told him that night as they’d moved together in the dark, taking care to stay quiet behind the locked door of his bedroom, and worried that the sound of his bunk bed creaking would alert Adam’s parents.
Adam remembered every sound, every smell, every feeling he’d experienced that night.