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The Hell You Say [An Adrien English Mystery] [MultiFormat]
eBook by Josh Lanyon
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eBook Category: Erotica
eBook Description: Bookseller Adrien English must contend with a mysterious Satanic cult, a hot handsome university professor, and his on-again/off-again relationship with closeted LAPD Homicide Detective Jake Riordan. And, oh, yes, murder.... [Publisher's Note: This book is a re-edited, revised version of the work previously released under the same title and contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and situations that some readers may find objectionable: Anal play/sex, male/male sexual practices, violence. ]
eBook Publisher: Loose Id, LLC, Published: 2007
Fictionwise Release Date: August 2008
Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [1.2 MB], eReader (PDB) [269 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [270 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [244 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [482 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [296 KB], hiebook (KML) [639 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [363 KB], iSilo (PDB) [224 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [283 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [346 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [378 KB]
Words: 78267
Reading time: 223-313 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Adobe Acrobat (PDF) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud DISABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
ISBN: 978-1-59632-582-1
 
I woke to a giant shadow looming over me. I started up, half asleep. "Easy, easy. It's me," Jake said, sliding between the sheets. His hands and feet were like ice as he pulled me into his arms. I subsided, heart thudding hard. "I thought you couldn't make it tonight?" "Yeah, well." He was silent. The far wall was patterned in snowflake shadows thrown by the street lamps through the lace window coverings. I heard flecks against the glass panes. "Is it raining?" I half-lifted my head from the pillow of his chest. "Just started." He stroked his cold hand down my back, and as I shivered, gave my ass an absent squeeze. "They found another one." Not fully awake, it took a while for his words to register. "Another what one?" "Another DB." Cop-speak for dead body. Since Jake worked homicide, I knew that it had to be more than just another body. I finally remembered our conversation of a few days earlier. "You mean, like a ritual killing?" He nodded. "Maybe. This one was older. Maybe a year old. Badly decayed. But there were markings on the tree he was buried beneath." "Markings?" "Symbols. We've got people working on them." He stroked my back again, fingers idly tracing the links of bone and cartilage. "It's not like I haven't seen weird shit. Decapitated goats, disemboweled cats. Once I saw a cow's tongue nailed to a tree." "Those wacky Baptists." Jake snorted. "You're a funny guy." "Funny boy is the way I remember it." I felt rather than saw him smile at the memory of our recent vacation in the land that time forgot, the northern Mother Lode country. "They estimate there's like fifty thousand Santeria devotees in LA County. But this is ... different." He was quiet. I hated to imagine what he was remembering. "Adrien, do you honestly not know where Angus went?" I rolled on one elbow, tried to read his face in the gloom. "You've got to be kidding me. Angus?" "I'd just like to talk to him." "Jake, no damn way was he involved in anything like this. I know him that well." "I'm not saying he's involved. But if he's on the fringe of that scene, maybe he's heard something." He asked neutrally, "Did you send him up to the ranch?" "No!" In fact, it hadn't occurred to me to send Angus to Pine Shadow, the ranch I had inherited from my grandmother many years before. I wondered why I'd missed such a simple solution. At last I said, "I don't know where he is. I gave him the money and told him to leave town." "Could you take a guess?" I shook my head. The rain drummed down harder now. We listened to it for a while. He tugged me back down. I rested my cheek against his chest, listening to the thump of his heart. I said, "If he calls, what do you want me to tell him?" "Whatever you think will get him back here to talk to me." We lay like that for a time. I started to relax back into drowsiness, lulled by Jake's lazy caresses. "How tired are you?" he asked, breaking the silence. I chuckled. * * * *The weight and warmth of our bodies moving in the tangled sheets. The pleasant friction of rough jaws, and hairy legs and arms, and lightly furred chests brushing against each other. The softness of mouths and eyelashes and silky hair... He guided me onto my belly, and I spread my legs, shivering as Jake spread the warm gel in the cleft between my buttocks. He worked the tip of his finger, pressing against that first instinctive resistance, always careful, always taking his time, although it wasn't necessary these days which I seemed to spend primed and ready for his cock's penetration. I sighed, pushing back, and his finger slipped inside the dark heat of my body. I murmured approval. "More, Jake." He eased the second finger in, teased a little, and I caught my breath. "Good?" "You know it is." I drew my knees under me, raising my ass in invitation. Please, Jake..." Instead I got a slow, tantalizing third finger working me with maddening, delicious deliberation. I groaned. "Will you just do it?" "Do what?" "Fuck me." He murmured, breath against my bare back, "Not sure I caught that." "Jake," I pleaded, humping against his hand. "Fuck me. Please." Ah, the magic word.
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