Title: The Eagle and the Fox
Series: Snowy Range Mystery
Author: Nya Rawlyns
Cover Artist: Dreams2Media
Length: 93265 words
Release Date: June 9, 2015
Blurb: Kit Golden Eagle is running. From poverty, from abuse. Forced to live by his wits, the Ojibwe teen slowly succumbs to living a life of hate and lies.
Josiah Foxglove is given a second chance when he takes over his family’s spread in the shadow of the Snowy Range. A veteran of the Gulf War, he came back broken in body and spirit.
Marcus Colton buried his long-time lover and best friend three years ago. Lonely and still grieving, Marcus finds solace in keeping his business afloat but that doesn’t help him get through the long, dark nights.
Three damaged souls converge as violence wracks the small community of Centurion, WY. The town protects its own so when Kit Golden Eagle shows up, it’s easy to place blame on the stranger. It looks open and shut, but for Josiah and Marcus the facts simply don’t add up.
Something’s rotten in Centurion, something that smacks of a hate crime…
Marcus whispered. He wasn’t sure why he did, but it seemed appropriate, although his idea of stakeouts was limited to what he’d seen on TV. The actors always complained it was boring. It wasn’t, not if your stomach was tied into knots, and the whiskey you chugged in a fit of pique decided to revisit you in the form of acid reflux.
Josh hissed through the speaker, “Don’t know if we missed him, or if I’m farting in a stiff breeze.”
“Don’t mention stiff, Foxglove.”
Josh snorted, the sound rocketing through the cab and sending Marcus into a giggling jag. He’d barely gotten himself under control when Josh yelped, “Sunny bitch. I think I see the van. Damn fool’s coming down that mountain dark. Jesus Christ.”
Marcus warned, “Best not to start our engines until he’s made the turn and gets ahead of us.”
“Copy that. I’ll take point. Stay back. I don’t want you running up my ass if I have to stop fast.”
“You’re making it hard to concentrate, cowboy.” They’d been teasing each other, slinging innuendo like hash at a country diner. It had helped diffuse the tension.
Josh murmured, “Here he comes.” Marcus tensed, waiting. “What the hell?”
“What? What’s going on?”
“He just flashed his left turn signal.”
Marcus frowned, perplexed. “That’s kind of dumb. Why’d he do that?”
“Signal? Who for crying out loud? We’re the only idjits out here.”
“Maybe we aren’t.”
Marcus has age and mileage, with a side of caution, holding him back. Josh has wounds that won’t heal and scars that proclaim to the world he is damaged goods. Neither man is ready to jump into a relationship, and neither man does casual.
Marcus had touched his face, had traced the scar tissue, and he hadn’t flinched or cringed or grimaced. He’d accepted it. Accepted him.
Trust. It was a path running in two directions.
Josh asked, “Does that mean you’re versatile?”
It wasn’t an idle question. For some men, being a bottom meant accepting a submissive role, something they offered willing, but not everyone saw it that way. He’d seen a lot of discrimination within the gay community in his travels around the country and overseas. Poke the binary division between straight and gay, and you risked finding out more than you wanted to know about how many ways a person could be stigmatized and alienated through no fault of their own.
In answer to Josh’s question, Marcus looked him in the eye and said, “Let’s just say I want to explore all the options with you.”
…with you. God, how did I get so lucky?
Marcus set the corset and stockings back in the storage box and closed the lid. He did not pack up the toy box. Softly he asked, “And what about you, Josh? What are you?”
Josh leaned forward and pitched his voice to a raw whisper. “Me, Marcus?” He pulled his tee-shirt over his head and watched Marcus’ pupils turn inky dark. Then he gave the man his short answer…
“You want to know what I am, Marcus? That one’s easy. I’m fucking desperate.”
Marcus’ grin lit the room. He beckoned Josh to lean forward until their lips nearly touched and murmured, “One thing you forgot, cowboy.”
With a flourish Josh pulled the strawberry flavored lube out of the bag and held it up for Marcus’ inspection.
Marcus groaned, “Christ. My bed. Now.”
Nya Rawlyns has lived in the country and on a sailboat on the Chesapeake Bay, earned more than 1000 miles in competitive trail and endurance racing, taught Political Science to unwilling freshmen, and found an avocation in materials science.
When she isn’t tending to her garden or the horses, the cats, or three pervert parakeets, she can be found day dreaming and listening to the voices in her head.
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