the complete Christopher Minnick trilogy
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Pages: 259
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Pages: 258
The Cold Fingers Collection: the complete Christopher Minnick trilogy
Love. Death. And everything in between.
Ten years ago, Cold Fingers introduced readers to Christopher Minnick—a reluctant hero with a sarcastic tongue, an oddly endearing circle of friends, and his fair share of hang-ups. Now, in celebration of its 10th anniversary, the complete trilogy is collected in one delightfully macabre box set.
Christopher's life may not have been perfect, but his death is a pain in the ass.
Cold Fingers (book 1)
Christopher Minnick is at a bad place in his life. Turning thirty and newly out of the hospital, the last thing he wants to do is attend a birthday dinner, even one thrown in his honor.
When he is introduced to a friend's godson, things just might be starting to look up.
Or are they?
Victor Polidori seems like the perfect man. He's clever, attractive and interested. But, even as Christopher finds himself falling in love, there are some things that just don't add up. And when bodies start disappearing, Christopher knows he needs to get to the bottom of it.
Will Christopher find his happily ever after or is it true what they say? All the good ones are either married or straight. Or they're necrophiliacs.
Body of Work (book 2)
Life with Vic isn't exactly what Christopher Minnick was expecting. His boyfriend has given him a new lease on life—literally—but he doesn't have a job, Jessie thinks he's a ghost, and there are only so many closets on hand for shoving Jonathan into. Now, with Lee back in the limelight, things just might become more than Christopher can handle.
Lee Hellstrom is hitting the big screen after more than three decades and, with the much younger Grant Cooper at his side on the red carpet, he plans to make a lasting impression. The only problem is that not all the attention Lee has drawn is good.
When Lee goes missing, it's up to Christopher, Vic, and Grant to save the old man from a most horrible of fates.
Pretty Plastic (book 3)
Christopher Minnick is still not a zombie.
Three months after his run-in with the vampire Marcus Gråsson, Christopher's ankle has healed but his life is anything but perfect. There are people watching the house. Flora's worried about the scarecrow. And after an unexpected tragedy strikes, Christopher will need to figure out how to deal with the loss without tearing a rift between his brother and himself.
When Victor accepts a job with Pretty, a prestigious private hospital, to work alongside the handsome Austen Poole, Christopher ends up with one more thing to worry about. While it might seem like a dream job, there's something not quite right in paradise, and when Vic starts acting strangely, Christopher will stop at nothing to get his man back.
When striving for perfection, you sometimes need to get your hands a little dirty.
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Pairings: M-M
Heat Level: 3
Romantic Content: 4
Ending: Click here to reveal
Character Identities: Gay
Protagonist 1 Age: 26-35
Protagonist 2 Age: 26-35
Word Count: 61660
Setting: Columbus, Ohio
Languages Available: English
The body disappeared from Lackington Hughes Memorial Hospital sometime Thursday evening after seven p.m. There have been no arrests so far, but police say that they are following leads and expect to have made an arrest by this time next week.
I had the urge to throw up. It didn’t matter how many times I had told myself I was out of my mind, since I had heard the report on the drive in that morning, I could not shake the feeling that Vic was somehow connected to the missing body.
Something had been going down the night I had seen him arguing in the hallway, and he had to have paid that guy for a reason. Then he had lied about when he had left the hospital that night.
“Are you sure you’re okay, boss?”
I waved Grant’s question away and checked the clock.
READ MOREI needed to talk to someone, and even if Grant was probably the worst choice ever, Jessie wasn’t here, and Evan… Well, Evan was just someone you naturally felt the urge to protect from ugly things.
At the end of the night, we did our normal quick cleanup of the shop. I was still counting down the cash drawer when I told Evan that he could head out. That left only Grant and myself. He had started chattering the moment the last customer left the shop and we had locked the doors behind them, and hadn’t stopped.
“Then the fake blood bucket gets pushed over. I’m talking a five-gallon bucket that should have taken us through next weekend. So, instead of getting to chase the kids with a rubber pitchfork, I had to run out to buy hundreds of dollars of hair gel, Astroglide and food coloring, because that works better than corn syrup, but you can’t get it near your eyes, mouth, nose and stuff. None of the face holes, you know? Anyway, the eyes of the lady ringing me—”
“Grant, could you please shut the fuck up for a minute,” I snapped, interrupting him and he stopped instantly. “I’m sorry.”
“Nah, that’s okay,” he said, going back to cleaning the glass displays. I watched him for a few minutes before locking the cash drawer in the safe and preparing the bank deposit for the day’s sales.
Eventually, I couldn’t hold it in any longer. “I think the guy I have been seeing might have something to do with the body that went missing.”
Grant froze where he was—squatted to wipe at the front counter’s glass. “The one from the cemetery?”
Fuck. I had nearly forgotten about that one.
“Maybe?” I didn’t know. “Maybe that one, but I think the one that disappeared from the hospital.”
I told him about the conversation I had overheard, about the envelope being exchanged and Vic’s lie about when he had left the hospital that night.
“I’ve been trying to talk myself into believing it was nothing, or that maybe it was about drugs, like Vic was buying drugs from this guy.” I let out a breath. “Then I heard the news report of the missing body, and I can’t help but think it’s all somehow related.”
“Has he ever said anything to you that might make you think he was into necrophilia?”
“You don’t think it’s black market organs or something?” Didn’t that make more sense?
“No, man. I think your boyfriend is paying this morgue dude for a heads up on hot corpses.”
“I …” I wasn’t actually sure I had an argument against it.
“Has he ever said anything to you that might make you think he was into necrophilia?” He repeated the question. “Think carefully about it.”
I did, and the thought of how turned on he had been at my cold skin popped into my head, but I wasn’t going to tell Grant about that. “He asked me once what my brother’s casket had been made out of.”
I looked a Grant, and the implication of that hit us both at the same time.
“Oh my God.”
“You need to call the police, Christopher.” Grant sounded as serious as I had ever heard him.
“What if I’m wrong? What if I destroy his career because I’m being Mr. Roper?”
“What the fuck are you talking about? Who’s that?”
I ignored Grant’s question. “I care about him, Grant. I mean, really care about him.” I couldn’t have said “loved,” but I thought that if this conversation had been taking place two months from now, I might have been able to without exaggerating.
“Then we need to find out first, before we call the cops and hopefully before he digs up your brother.”
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