Book Name: Investigating Love (series) Individual titles are: Rasputin’s Kiss, Evil’s Embrace, Tarot’s Touch
Author Name: L M Somerton
Publisher: Totally Bound
Cover Artist: Emmy Ellis
Categories: Contemporary, M/M Romance, BDSM, Mystery, Crime Drama
SERIES: Being thrown together in extreme circumstances is not the best foundation for a relationship. Alex and Conor must juggle the demands of their jobs as police detectives with their personal lives. With Alex as demanding in the bedroom as he is at work, will Conor be able to accept that submission is not weakness. Finding out will be the most important investigation of their lives.
What if the last thing you felt was the kiss of a knife?
Rasputin’s kiss is lethal. He’s a ghost—killing and disappearing into the night. With few leads and four bodies on his conscience, Detective Inspector Alex Courtney and his team are running on empty and it’s only a matter of time before Rasputin strikes again.
When Alex recruits a young detective to play the part of his boyfriend and provide a tempting target for a killer, he knows he is taking a huge risk. He doesn’t expect Conor Trethuan to be a perfect potential submissive. When their mutual attraction becomes more, Alex has to face the conflict between his possessive instincts and the need to push his young lover into danger.
Investigating their feelings has to come second to investigating the case. There’s no time to decide if what they feel for each other is real. With Rasputin closing in, they may not live to find out.
Never underestimate the power of obsession.
After the trauma of the Rasputin case, Detective Inspector Alex Courtney and his boyfriend, Detective Constable Conor Trethuan, are in desperate need of a holiday.
The peace and tranquillity of Cornwall can’t eradicate Conor’s nightmares, though, and the unbearable prospect of losing Alex drives him to confess feelings that he isn’t sure are reciprocated. Alex responds in the best way he knows how—by issuing orders and claiming Conor’s body as well as his heart.
Prematurely recalled to work, they are thrown into a dangerous trafficking case focused on a leather bar with a hardcore reputation, Spikes. Conor is sent in undercover, not knowing that he is only a decoy. When Alex learns that the motivation behind his team’s involvement in the case might not be as straightforward as it seems, he realises that his actions might jeopardise not just their relationship, but Conor’s life, too. A shadowy figure from Conor’s past is about to step into the light.
Can truth be found in the cards?
DI Alex Courtney and his lover, DC Conor Trethuan are under enormous pressure as their team investigates an arson case and a murder.
It soon becomes apparent that the two cases are linked and the race is on to find a vicious killer. A tarot card is left with the first victim and the detectives are left to interpret the clues it provides. When Conor receives a note from the killer making reference to another card, the whole team is shaken. Their worst fears are realised when a second body is discovered, along with another tarot card.
Conor suspects he has been followed, then a hit and run leaves him injured. Alex wants nothing more than to wrap his lover up in cotton wool and protect him from the world. But is Conor the killer’s target or just a pawn in a much more sinister game? As the clues come together it seems that the motive for murder might be revenge.
From Rasputin’s Kiss
As the door swung open, Alex looked up from his Mount Everest of paper, noting that his visitor was prompt. His heart stopped and his mouth went dry. He clenched his jaw to stop it from dropping. Detective Trethuan wasn’t just good-looking, he was beautiful. Drop dead fucking gorgeous. Maybe a shade over six feet, he was slim but not skinny. Hair that bordered on black was pulled back in a short tail, but a strand had escaped the ties and fell across a sculpted cheekbone. Eyes the colour of emeralds glinted from beneath long dark lashes. Soft lips promised…
Alex shook himself out of a semi-dream state. Something stopped the young man in front of him from looking feminine, but he wasn’t sure what it was. Maybe the pale skin shaded with stubble? The young detective was wearing faded jeans that hugged him nicely in all the right places, held up by a tan leather belt. His shirt was light blue cotton, the sleeves rolled up to the elbows. Alex caught himself imagining what it would be like to slip that belt from its loops, wrap it around Detective Trethuan’s wrists and do things that would make him beg for mercy. He hoped that none of what he was thinking was reflected on his face.
Alex took a deep breath and thanked every deity he could think of that he was sitting behind a desk. His cock had experienced a miraculous renaissance and was hard as iron, his balls hot and tight. He clutched his pen and tried to stop his hands shaking. Fuck, he didn’t remember anyone ever having this effect on him before. His body was happily out of control and he didn’t think his predicament was likely to change until the young man standing nervously in front of him left the room.
About the Author: L M lives in a small village in the English countryside, surrounded by rolling hills, cows and sheep. She started writing to fill time between jobs and is now firmly and unashamedly addicted.
She loves the English weather, especially the rain, and adores a thunderstorm. She loves good food, warm company and a crackling fire. She's fascinated by the psychology of relationships, especially between men, and her stories contain some subtle (and not so subtle) leanings towards BDSM.
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