A Gay Tale of Science Seduction & Murder in Sydney
Sam receives a desperate call from ex-lover and soul-mate Max who now lives in Australia. Max is a scientist and he’s developed a molecule he claims will change the way the world works. But he believes 'dark forces' want him to fail and maybe even die. He's afraid and begs Sam to come down.
Concerned for Max's mental health as much as his physical safety, Sam does. When he lands in Sydney, however, Max is nowhere to be found. But he's left a trail of cryptic messages that lead Sam from Sydney across to the Blue Mountains and up to the tropical north.
On the way Sam meets two very different men. Trevor’s a surfer, carefree and easy going. Dominic’s a researcher and much more reserved. Each has a secret, both want to help, but only one wishes him well. Sam has a secret too, but he doesn’t know it.
Battling threats, betrayal, and outright assaults, Sam hunts for Max’s killer and for his missing research. At every turn he must chose the right path, make the right decision, and trust the right man. Or lose he’ll everything, maybe even his life.
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Publisher: Independently Published
Heat Level: 4
Romantic Content: 5
Ending: Click here to reveal
Character Identities: Gay
Protagonist 1 Age: 26-35
Protagonist 2 Age: 26-35
Protagonist 3 Age: 26-35
Tropes: Cultural Differences, Enemies to Lovers, Mistaken Identity, Second Chances
Word Count: 58000
Languages Available: English
Feeling himself unwind, Sam shook his head ruefully and gave in. What Trevor said made sense. Given the circumstances, he’d probably misplaced his things himself, and the story about the t-shirt made sense. Trevor was right about something else too. He was starving and the pancakes looked delicious — as did Trevor. There was no place for paranoia in paradise, he decided.
“Budgie smugglers I get,” he said eying Trevor’s crotch as he backed out of the doorway. “But what the hell’s a wucka?”
With the tension subsiding, Trevor shot him a wicked grin and, balancing the plate of pancakes on his thick forearm, he grabbed a pitcher of orange juice, went over to the table and, after setting everything down, pulled out a chair. With a flourish, he indicated it was for Sam.
“It mean’s no worries,” he replied.
Sam ate ravenously and, as he did, he felt his brain kick in.
Again he checked for messages, but there was nothing important and nothing from Max. He then casually slid his eyes down the long, tanned body beside him. Trevor was quite a specimen, but the only body part he was interested in right now was his calf. He kept the tone nonchalant.
“So, what happened to the welt?”
Trevor abruptly jumped up, turned around, and stretched out his right leg behind him. Every muscle from calf to ass snapped to attention. “Crikey!” he cried. “I forgot all about it!” With amazing flexibility he peered over his shoulder. “Gone, looks like.”
Sam persisted. “I thought those things lasted for days.”
“You got it pronto, Sammy!” Trevor declared. “And I kept at it.”
“What do you mean?”
Trevor turned to face him, but didn’t sit back down. “I mean you’re out of vinegar, mate.”
“You went through all that vinegar? When?”
“Before I crashed last night and this morning when I got up.”
Remembering his reaction to the first treatment, Sam was skeptical. “Really? I didn’t hear anything.”
Trevor didn’t move. They were less than a foot apart. “Did it outside,” he said and then added with a glint in his eye. “Didn’t want to disturb sleeping beauty here.”
Undone by Trevor’s boundless charm, Sam’s defenses began to crumble. Once again, he’d been jumping to conclusions. Maybe, for once, he should take everything at face value, he said to himself. He was in uncharted territory here, and not only geographically he realized because, when he looked up, he saw a world of possibilities. Towering above him, his perfect proportions made surreal by the perspective, Trevor was achingly beautiful. Sam openly, wantonly stared.