The Butterfly Hunter Trilogy

by Julie Bozza

The Butterfly Hunter Trilogy - Julie Bozza
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ISBN: 9781925869033
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ISBN: 9781925869071
Size: 6.00 x 9.00 in
Pages: 466

Dave Taylor is an Aussie tour guide specialising in trips through the Queensland Outback. In some ways, however, Dave himself feels lost. He has been alone this past year, since his childhood sweetheart Denise left him and married another man. Change comes via Dave’s latest rather unexpected client, Nicholas Goring, the youngest son of an English earl. Nicholas is on the hunt for an undiscovered species of butterfly, and has hired Dave to help guide his quest. Although the two men are from very different backgrounds, they become friends, and soon their relationship grows into something more. But how easy will it be for an Australian and an Englishman to find common ground?

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The plane was due in just after seven in the morning. Dave made sure he was there in plenty of time, even though the Englishman would need to go through passport control, collect his luggage, and then get through quarantine. All of which would take an hour, probably – but it would be just Dave’s luck if he turned up at eight to find that the earl’s son had been processed as a VIP or some such thing, and had been waiting on him ever since.


Dave found a place to lean on the waist-high barriers with the drivers and others carrying signs. His own read GORING. That was the guy’s name. Nicholas Goring. Which perhaps made his father Earl Goring, or was it the Earl of Goring … ? When Dave wasn’t chatting in an early morning haze to his current companions, he spent the time trying to remember whether he’d had any clue about whether Nicholas was the eldest son or not – and if he was, whether that meant Dave should address him as ‘my lord’ or as ‘sir’. He’d looked it up on Wikipedia, realised he’d need to email the butler for more information, and then promptly let it all slip his mind.

He was kicking himself, metaphorically at least. He was always more professional than this. Always. And all right, maybe titles didn’t matter very much – though he was sure they’d matter more to an Englishman than an Australian – but no one could afford to be this slapdash in the Outback. Why would Goring trust Dave with his life, if he couldn’t even get this detail right?

Dave sighed, and watched in a desultory way as the passengers from other flights straggled through. No one looked their best after a 24-hour flight. No one. This pair now, for instance – a father and a young daughter, Dave assumed – appeared beyond tired, irritable, dishevelled, unhappy. That all fell away, however, as they were greeted by an older couple. The man’s parents, the girl’s grandparents: they had to be. Faces brightened, postures lifted, hugs all round.

It would take a miracle to perform the same transformation on the next pair who came through the gates, though. A married couple, perhaps, whose marriage didn’t look like it would survive the rigours of an international flight. Dave and Denny had done that once, of course – headed off on the obligatory backpacking holiday in their late teens. They’d done all right together, despite having laughably little money and even less sense. But then, they’d always been friends first, and a best mate could see you through anything. They’d taken turns seeing each other through.

Dave tried not to sigh again, and then tried not to yawn, as he absently watched the next fellow come through. The luggage came first, on a trolley, and the guy came after it, almost tumbling as he negotiated the doors and got a foot caught against the trolley wheel. Everything teetered as he tried to break free, prevent the door from slamming closed, and head down along the barriers to his right, all at the same time. He almost succeeded in achieving all those things, and probably would have, too, if he hadn’t suddenly decided to head to his left instead. He went sprawling on the floor, long limbs everywhere, while the trolley trundled off by itself for a few feet and finally came to a lame kind of halt.

Dave felt for the guy, he really did. Just his luck if he was meeting his lover at the airport or something, and had managed to klutz out entirely. Everyone was either tactfully looking somewhere else, or smiling ruefully at the guy. There wasn’t anyone nearby to help him up, because none of them were dumb enough to go past the barrier; security didn’t seem to have noticed yet, and for now the klutz was the only arriving passenger.

And he was still lying there on the floor … Why on earth was he still down there on the cold hard floor? He hadn’t broken something, had he? Dave looked at him – properly – with a frown. Considered each of those gangly limbs, but they seemed to be whole. He wasn’t lying at an awkward angle or anything. But his head was tilted back, and he was grinning a bit stupidly … and he was looking right back at Dave!

Which would have been fine, except that once he realised Dave was looking back, the guy seemed to wink. Or was that blink? But upside down like that, his smile seemed to have a wicked kick to it – and really, if they were in any other situation at all, if this wasn’t early morning at an international airport, Dave might have thought the guy was checking him out …

He turned away with a bit of a grimace, kind of a sneer. Which wasn’t like him, not really, and he wasn’t prejudiced, he’d swear it, but honestly it was way too early for lascivious stares from awkward strangers of the wrong gender. It just was.

A moment later he regretted the rudeness, of course, and his heart thudded once, punishingly. He turned back to see if he’d given offence, and perhaps to offer an apologetic shrug. But security had finally arrived, and were helping the guy up to his feet, dusting him off, making sure he would remain upright for now, retrieving his bags. Listening to him chat, and apparently letting themselves be charmed into deciding him harmless.

Dave watched, vaguely glad that everything seemed to be in order. Until they were past the barriers, and the guards ushered the guy out towards the exits, and he declined to go. Instead he turned, and his searching gaze soon landed on Dave again. Dave stood up slowly, warily, as the man approached with the guards trailing behind with matching frowns.

“I believe you’re looking for me,” the guy said in a cultured English accent.

“What?” Dave replied stupidly.

A long pale hand indicated the sign Dave carried. “I’m Nicholas Goring.”

“Oh God.”

The corner of his mouth kicked slightly, though the man was no longer smiling. “Just sir will do.”

Reviews:Neet on Goodreads wrote:

What a wonderful trilogy of novels (including a short story) by Julie Bozza. I took my time reading this beautifully written novel not wanting it to end. We are introduced to David Taylor, an Australian tour guide, who is a truly kind hearted guy, who isn't ashamed his best mate is his ex-wife. He met Denise (his ex) when they were kids and even though she remarried, still talks to her or visits her daily. David is even friends with her husband and godfather to their baby. David has been paid to take a British earl's youngest son on a tour of the outback in search of the illusive blue butterfly. David is uncertain of what to expect from the earl's son, so imagine his shock when the young man falls at his feet (literally) at the airport. Nicholas Goring is his name, and he's not an elitist snob, but funny, kind, honest, and an out and proud gay man. Nicholas isn't shy to admit he's attracted to David. David tells Nicholas he's straight. Well, since this is a love story, we know that declaration won't last. David & Nicholas story is one that is funny, romantic, heartbreaking, and just plain enjoyable. I enjoyed reading about this couple and their wonderful friends and relatives. I hated for it to end, but plan to read again and again. It's highly recommended and a good read!!!

This boxed set includes the novels "Butterfly Hunter", "Of Dreams and Ceremonies", and "The Thousand Smiles of Nicholas Goring", as well as the (free) story "Like Leaves to a Tree".

About the Author

Ordinary people are extraordinary. We can all aspire to decency, generosity, respect, honesty – and the power of love (all kinds of love!) can help us grow into our best selves.

I write stories about ‘ordinary’ people finding their answers in themselves and each other. I write about friends and lovers, and the families we create for ourselves. I explore the depth and the meaning, the fun and the possibilities, in ‘everyday’ experiences and relationships. I believe that embodying these things is how we can live our lives more fully.

Creative works help us each find our own clarity and our own joy. Readers bring their hearts and souls to reading, just as authors bring their hearts and souls to writing – and together we make a whole.

Julie Bozza. Quirky. Queer. Sincere.

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