Sexy gay construction company owner, Adam Hoale, sometimes gets more than he bargained for when he flips a house!
Adam Hoale owns a construction company called, predictably, Hoale Construction. When he finds an eye opening surprise in the walls of a house he’s flipping, and a libido flaring surprise standing on the lawn, he’s willing to do the right thing with the surprise in the wall while entertaining dirty thoughts about the surprise on the lawn.
But as the world finds out what he discovered, and his new boy toy seems to be keeping too many secrets to make a relationship a reality, Adam soon realizes he may just get flipped himself if he’s not careful.
The Novel Approach “Strongly Recommends” the Hoale Construction Mystery series! “I really enjoyed these books. They are light, fun, the sex is really hot…”
5 Stars from The Romance Studio: “This is a very good story from beginning to end and I thoroughly enjoyed the read. The author has written this one so well I could have sworn I was part of the story as the characters felt like old friends. They are well drawn in a clever, solid plot that is very inviting. The romantic aspect is charming and realistically written with some mysterious elements also. I really loved this book. The author took a simple theme and made it into something grand. A Hoale Lot of Trouble is the first in a new mystery series. I can’t wait to read what’s coming next.”
4 Stars from The Romance Reviews: “I really enjoyed this quirky, fast paced, mystery story from Declan Sands. … a wonderful well written romp of detective like proportions, steamy in the bedroom/out the bedroom interludes between Adam and Dirk and a seething tide of emotional baggage and secrets that threaten to spill out and endanger everyone involved. I definitely want to read the rest in the series.”
By the time Adam finally got home that night, Walter was sitting cross legged in front of the door and almost ran him over trying to get to the grass to pee. Exhausted, with his mind roiling under the load of worries and problems, Adam just wanted to grab a beer and a hot shower, and hit the sheets.
The beer was easy enough. But as he tipped it and took the first, big swallow of the icy brew, Walter started barking. Walter only barked at people. Mostly people who were in places they shouldn’t be.
Adam hurried to his office and quickly unlocked the bottom drawer of his desk, pulling out his 38 special. He checked the chamber as he moved quickly to the front door of the office, but by the time he pulled the door open, Walter had stopped barking.
He flung the door open, holding the 38 down by his side, and gasped.
“Hey!” Dirk stood with one foot on the threshold and one hand resting against the brick of the building’s exterior. He was dressed in fashionably tattered jeans and an oversized Colts sweatshirt. His big feet were covered in loafers, a golden line of skin showing below the hem told Adam he was sans socks.
Dirk had always hated footwear. He liked to tell Adam he had hot feet. Adam completely agreed, in a non foot-fetish kind of way. Everything about Dirk was hot.
“How’d you find me?”
“I went to your old place first and found out you’d sold it.” Dirk lifted an eyebrow in question but didn’t ask. “I thought I’d just give the office a shot.”
“Yeah. It was stupid to pay rent on two places.” Adam placed the gun on a small table by the door and peered around the frame. “Where’s Walter?”
“Pooping on the plumber’s lawn.”
Adam grinned, giving Dirk a high five. He hated the plumber who owned the business next door.
“So…what did you do with the woman who’s named after a popular, upscale department store?”
Dirk frowned for a moment, then grinned as he realized Adam was referring to Macy, his date from earlier in the evening. “She’s at home, I think. Her home. Though I’m pretty sure she was making plans to go clubbing with friends.”
“Ah. So she knew she was just ‘Distract-o-Date’?”
Dirk laughed easily, leaning against the doorframe and crossing his arms over his chest. “Macy’s an old friend. She and I have never dated romantically.”
As if romance was really even an option for Dirk when it came to the boob and clitoris set.
“Ah.” Adam peered around the door again. “What’s taking Walter so long?”
“I think he’s harassing a squirrel.”
“Walter!” A moment later the big dog loped over, slavered a long, tender lick up the denim covering Dirk’s well muscled thigh, and slipped past Adam. The ruffled arch of his long tail slammed against the door frame as he passed.
An awkward moment ensued, during which Adam tried really hard to think of a way to just close the door and not invite Dirk inside.
“Can I come inside?”
Adam caught Dirk’s gaze and held it, terror thumping against his ribs. He knew only too well what would happen if he let Dirk in. “Um. I…ah…I was just going to take a shower…” Oh good lord!
Dirk’s expression brightened. “Perfect. I’m feeling a little dirty myself.” He took a step closer, trying to push Adam backward into the room.
Adam held his position, but Dirk’s chest was so close a deep inhalation would have them touching. His breath danced across Adam’s face, smelling of minty freshness and heated memories. Adam gulped, swayed, his hand came out to touch the doorframe, steadying himself.
Dirk leaned in and swiped his tongue across Adam’s bottom lip. “Mmm, beer. I could get drunk just kissing you.”
Despite the bad movie line, Adam’s cock pressed against his pants, his balls tightened. Pain throbbed in his chest. He’d been holding his breath. Releasing it slowly, he tried to step away, but Dirk’s hand grabbed his wrist. His arm snaked around Adam’s waist, and suddenly their bodies were pressed tightly and Dirk’s lips crushed his. God help him, Adam’s mouth opened as his hands wrapped around the other man’s shoulders.