Casus Fortuitus #2
James Carter and Derek Moore fought their way through attraction and misunderstandings to get to where they are today. Sure, they’re still figuring out how to make things work between their careers and families, but their whole world is rose-tinted with the glow of new love.
Reality hits with the force of a speeding truck when a criminal starts waging a campaign of terror against the justice system. Suddenly law enforcement officers and lawyers all across the city are living in fear as their careers put them right in the cross-hairs of a deranged killer and James and Derek’s honeymoon period falls to ruins.
With James’s protectiveness driving a wedge between them and Derek pulling away as the target on his back grows even bigger, their future is thrown into jeopardy. While Derek struggles with demons from his past, it's up to James to catch the killer and put them back on the path to their happily ever after.
This is the sequel to 'Mens Rea', published in the 2015 Dreamspinner Press Daily Dose Anthology. Approx. 40,000 words.
- 2 To Be Read lists
Publisher: Independently Published
Heat Level: 2
Romantic Content: 3
Ending: Click here to reveal
Character Identities: Bisexual, Gay
Protagonist 1 Age: 36-45
Protagonist 2 Age: 26-35
Tropes: In Uniform, May/December
Word Count: 40000
Setting: USA, NY, NYC
Languages Available: English
Series Type: Same Universe / Various Characters
James jerks awake to the sound of his phone alarm trilling, rolling toward the edge of the bed and getting caught in the tangled sheets. When he opens his eyes and blinks, Derek is standing naked in the doorway to the bathroom. The dim lighting behind him casts the long, lean lines of his body into sharp contrast. His slightly blurry vision isn’t enough to stop the heat pooling again in James’s stomach at the sight, as he struggles up to his elbows and fumbles to turn the alarm off. “Want to share a shower?” Derek asks, his voice just a little roughened, shaking the last vestiges of sleep from James’s head. James knows exactly what put that husky tone in his voice, and the thought is more effective than a double-shot espresso.
“Water conservation,” James says, nodding as he pushes himself up and to his feet. “Good plan, good plan, the environment is very important.”
Saving the environment doesn’t really help James’s morning past the point where he has to get redressed in his clothes from the day before and stumble out the door still doing his buttons up. It’s a much shorter drive from Derek’s apartment and traffic seems a little lighter than usual, but the glow fades as soon as he skulks past the officers on a smoke break out the front and gets into the building.
“Well, well, well.” James wants to cringe as Kay’s voice floats across the bullpen. So much for stealth. “I would call it a walk of shame, but I’ve seen your prosecutor and there is no shame in that.”
James sighs instead. It isn’t a surprise; he knew his shirt was a lost cause before he left Derek’s. The shower hadn’t really saved time, or water. The shirt buttons being in the wrong holes probably distracts from the mustard stain in any case. He’ll take the small mercies as they come. “What are you doing here, anyway? It’s barely 8:00 a.m.”
Her head appears over the edge of the reception desk, dark bun gleaming almost as bright as her teeth in the fluorescent light. She doesn’t even dignify it with an answer, just cackles at him.
“Seriously, would writing you up for inappropriate workplace conduct even do anything?” he mutters, breaking into a less-than-casual jog toward his office. The scrutiny makes him feel even less dressed than he is.
“Probably not!” she calls cheerfully after him. He flips her the bird as he shuts his office door behind him.
There are piles of files on his desk with Post-it notes stuck to the covers, and lists of mistakes. “Why did I ever think being a police officer would be exciting?” he asks himself, looking at the ceiling in despair. He slumps into his seat, and unbuttons his shirt to line the two sides up properly.COLLAPSE