The Unicorn’s Secret

by Erin O'Quinn

The Unicorn's Secret - Erin O'Quinn - Burns Mystery
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Is this the end, or merely the beginning?

It’s Hogmanay… New Year’s Eve in Scotland, 2014. A chance assignment finds Thomas and Burns in a medieval castle in Stirling, on a perilous hunt for a suspected bomber.

Burns’ final secret may be revealed in the resolution of this case. What happens when two unusual sleuths follow their own private mystery to its astonishing conclusion?

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Publisher: New Dawn Press
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Pairings: MM
Heat Level: 5
Romantic Content: 4
Ending: Click here to reveal
Character Identities: Gay
Protagonist 1 Age: 18-25
Protagonist 2 Age: 26-35
Tropes: Criminals & Outlaws, Healing Power of Sex, Hurt / Comfort, Love Can Heal / Redemption, Second Chances
Word Count: 18401
Setting: Stirling, Scotland
Languages Available: English
Series Type: Continuous / Same Characters
Excerpt:

From Chapter 3, "Top o' the Morning"

 

 

He stood in the [bathroom] doorway, already a little dizzy with desire, and lavished a long look at Burns.

The man must have known Thomas would stop to behold the miracle of heavy cock, marbled nipples, and luminous hair…in that order…the sight of his darkly handsome man stretched out to his fullest. His legs were crossed at the ankles, his hands behind his head, his skin from nipples to navel glistening with water drops. His gray-and-sable eyes were on the ceiling, maybe running with the splashing water, lost in another world.

Perfect. Fucking perfect.

He bent to strip off his long wool stockings.

“Leave them on, Thomas. I want you to fuck me ’til your socks fall off.”

Thomas laughed outright. How had Burns even known he was there, and what he was about to take off?

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“You are sodding crazy.” He walked to the bathtub and stood with his arms folded across his chest.

“Crazy in lust. And in love, you sexy beast. Come here to me.”

He bent over the tub and sought Burns’ mouth. Their tongues collided, and he sank lower, grasping the man’s shoulders, licking his shadow-beard, moaning his delight.

“Just don’t move a centimeter, Burns.” He drew back and thumbed one stocking down to his ankle. 

“Stop, Thomas. It turns me on to see you half-assed dressed. Just socks, and… Put on my tie and straddle me, will you?”

Thomas saw the gray silk tie draped over the closed toilet seat and stood. He rolled his sock back up and put the tie around his neck, knotting it loosely, and walked back to gaze down at his lover.

“What now?”

“I want to be your power bottom this morning. I want you to top me and stuff me until I beg you to stop.”

Thomas glared at him, pretending annoyance. “That will never happen. And you know it.”

Burns reached up with both hands, inviting him to sit. “Och, lad. We’ll nae know until we try.”

In this small space, the steam billowed and swirled around Burns’ dark figure, like clouds around a fallen angel. Somewhere deep inside his ass, a thrumming began—his harp beginning to answer a summons.

The man’s cock, far larger than his slight frame should allow, jutted from the bath water. Thomas thought of Moby Dick and smiled. He stepped gingerly into the tub, socks and all, then squatted so that his ass-crease met his lover’s waiting flesh.

“Thomas, Thomas.” Burns spoke into his mouth while his tongue lapped and leapt, and Thomas lost his usual reserve.

“I want you, Burns. More than ever.”

“Show me, lad.” Burns toyed with the tie, drawing Thomas’ head even closer to his own while he raised his slender legs and wrapped them around his hips. “I open to you, only you. Soap me and enter me. Slow and hard.”

Thomas made sure the cake of “Angel Soft” soap, guaranteed not to chafe sensitive skin, found a home. While Burns lifted his butt from the tub, he slicked it over his balls, then into his waiting asshole, very slow. In and out again, farther each time, while his lover-poet sucked his tongue and tried to talk.

“Now, fucking now, deeper. Deeper. That’s it, Thomas. Sit on me. Fuck me, shoot your cum up my ass.”

Burns’ rich, deep accent always seemed to sing without music…urging him, stroking him, turning his bones to molten metal.

“You almost ruined my morning meeting.” He spoke while letting Burns’ hole line up with his turgid prick, holding his lover’s ankles on his own wide shoulders.

“I hope so.”

“Prick.”

“Nay, lad. The prick is all yours. Ease it into me. As though you have all day.”

Thomas tried to keep control as he lowered his impatient cock onto Burns’ open ass and his cowl rubbed the passageway to the man’s slick heaven. As usual, he was ready to spit cum as soon as he felt the gentle tugging of his lover’s walls on the skin of his shaft, saw the whirlwind building in his eyes.

“I like doing it this way.” For some reason, he managed to confess his secret without a trace of embarrassment.

“Almighty saints, Thomas. The missionaries pray to you.You are a natural.” His eyes bored straight into Thomas, and his mouth opened in a long groan. “Fuck my mouth too.”

In one part of his mind, Thomas wondered whether Burns’ old pain had returned…whether he’d insisted on this position because of his recurrent meralgia. He felt fortunate that his own body was trim and fit, his flat muscles honed like steel in the CID workout room. It took no effort at all to penetrate the man’s flexing asshole with his dick while he bored the open mouth with his tongue.

But the sensation of double-fucking proved almost too much. He felt the cum building from his balls, knew his prick was gorged with blood and seconds from spewing into Burns’ velvet ass.

Burns groaned into his mouth; “Harder. Fuck fuck fuck. Och, Thomas, my golden angel…I love you.”

Thomas tried to hold off. But the magic words played over his heart and brain and sank deep, drowning in the depths of his gut, turning his cock into a geyser.

His seed spattered and spewed, lodged deep inside a moving and writhing tunnel.

“Now. Fuck you. Now.”

His coarse grunts were almost a counterpoint to Burns’ silken poetry, and he did not care.

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Reviews:Passionate Reads on Amazon wrote:

Stunned. Shocked. Amazed. Erin O'Quinn Does It Again.

Oh. My. God. She did it again. Erin O'Quinn drew me into the saga of Thomas Fitzgerald, and his lover, the enigmatic Burns -- with all of its fiery passion, longing, mystery, suspense, and delicious fantasy -- and left me banging my head on my writing desk, begging for more.

The Unicorn's Secret is an intensely powerful addition to the Burns! series. As much as you think you might know about the protagonists, you soon realize there's so much left to discover, and so much more to experience as their relationship builds toward its conclusion. Even as you witness them solve the mystery that brings them to a medieval castle on Hogmanay, an even bigger one is revealed. The "Unicorn's Secret" unfolds allegorically, through a series of tapestries, then literally, as Thomas grasps its meaning.

The conclusion -- the real Unicorn's Secret --will absolutely shock you. Don't even try to prepare yourself. I had all sorts of ideas about how their story might end...and was stunned beyond belief. Where I expected answers, I got them - not necessarily the ones I wanted - but ones that, in retrospect, fit perfectly to these two characters I've come to know and love. Had I recognized one subtle hint in the very beginning of the story, I might have realized there was more to the Unicorn's Secret than the simple mystery of the search for a terrorist's bomb...but I leave it to you to make that discovery for yourself. You truly can't afford to miss this incredible twist in an already amazing story.

Thanks to Erin's most recent and clever blog posts, I now know that The Unicorn's Secret is not 'exactly' the conclusion of their saga. It is, however, ONE conclusion, ONE emotional journey that comes to a bittersweet ending, making way for another that promises to be equally compelling, if not more so. I'm not sure it's ever going to be possible for me to say goodbye to these uniquely powerful, passionately sexy, mysterious men. I'm just glad I didn't have to say it this time.

To Erin: well done, woman! You have a talent for storytelling that goes straight to the heart, the head, the gut...and other places ... in a most satisfying way. Every story absorbs me fully, not only in these two beautiful characters, but in the magnificent heritage, surroundings, history and traditions of Scottish culture. I can't wait for another virtual visit as the Burns Enigma unfolds.

"Bo" on Amazon wrote:

Fool Me Once, Fool Me Twice

Now, now, now! Don't get your drawers in a twist over that headline. It's not meant to be completed by the usual "shame on me," and "shame on you," respectively, but rather by the fact that in this, what may or may not be the last of an extraordinary series, Ms. O'Quinn and taken us into two surrealistic fantasy worlds.

The first one is the absolutely perfect love affair between Police Scotland undercover agent, the tall, strong, blond, blue-eyed Irishman Thomas Fitzgerald; and the glib, delicious, smaller but more powerful in so many ways, dark-haired hazel-amber-eyed scholar "Bobbie" Burns.

Oh what a pair these two make, on all levels, especially in this novella in which the carnal levels they imagine, and experience, take your breath away because, you see, your heart is lumped in your throat so often (blocking the air) over what they think about, and do with, each other.

The second fantasy is the catalytic agent that spurs their unscrambling of a terrorist plot--the ages-old tapestries that detail the "Hunt for the Unicorn," which Bobbie reveals and explains to Thomas, and Thomas grasps the meaning of, in the castle where the bomb has probably been planted.

And that's where all hell breaks loose in a way that you do not expect, and which may cause you to throw things at the wall (or at a photo of the author, if you can find one) because, darn it, Ms. O'Quinn tosses us an incredible ending that will--nope, not going to spoil it.


About the Author

Erin O'Quinn was born almost literally on the side of a mountain in Nevada and was hauled kicking and screaming into the nearest town, fifty miles away, to attend first grade. To this day, she claims to be kindergarten-deprived.

O'Quinn earned a few degrees from the University of So. California, but her real education began on the back docks of the Las Vegas (NV) Review-Journal newspaper; on the good-old-boy car lots in Abilene, TX where she sold new Chryslers and used cars; and in a big-box store in Austin, TX where she alternately hauled pallets and ran a garden center.

You'll find a lot of action-adventure, and a character-centered, plot-centered group of seven series and a few stand-alones

Of 40 published works for adults, 31 are in the gay lit (M/M) genre. From the Noble Dimensions series (small town/contemporary) to Old World Ireland, Jacobite-era  and modern Scotland; and back to the retro world of Ireland in the Roaring 20s, she says, "My men, and my settings, are no-frills, no hearts and flowers. But I think a certain nobility and even spiritual element often creep in among the honest sexual feelings."

Any reviews you see are unsolicited, and are always welcome.

Settle back, enjoy what Erin O'Quinn calls "literotica with a flare for the unusual...thoughtful and plotful...men with passions too big for their britches."


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