a human romance in three parts
Desmond “Deetz” Mac Innes is a complicated man – a 26-year-old Welsh Jew, son of a valet, who grew up surrounded by splendor but with a family life marred by abandonment, cruelty, and social isolation. This childhood trauma created adult dysfunction with Deetz avoiding anything smelled of commitment -running from country to country, from one martial arts dojo through numerous MMA studios, and indulging in divergent vices with a variety of bed-mates. He ran so far, for so long that his clairsentient psychic skills dulled while his accurate but caustic wit kept everyone at a safe distance.
Then his father died unexpectedly along with the 11th Earl of Glamorgan. Deetz had to return home to Cardiff – to the Morganwg Estate. In doing so, he is reunited with his childhood friend and secret crush, Angus Reese, the Earl’s son. Angus has changed. Once a kind, understanding child, Angus has become a self-centered venture capitalist and cross-continental playboy. Angus too has unfortunate family relations and now, with the loss of his father, many unanswered questions.
Upon learning that their fathers were likely murdered, finding the killer becomes an international ‘assignment’ with implications that cut across the fields of astrophysics, synthetic biology, and panspermia. The resources at their disposal typically for the super-wealthy, Druidic princes, and rabbinical students. Then there is the numinous guidance from Lady Nora, Angus’s dowager aunt and keeper of the secrets and prophecies hidden within the history of both families. Along with a unique crew of talented reprobates, Deetz and Angus have to define what it is that’s growing between them while revealing the truth behind the Roswell Discrepancy. What can go wrong?
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Publisher: Not Currently Available
Pairings: M-M, M-M-F, 4+ or Other
Heat Level: 5
Romantic Content: 4
Ending: Click here to reveal
Character Identities: Bisexual, Non Binary, Pansexual, Transgender
Protagonist 1 Age: 26-35
Protagonist 2 Age: 26-35
Tropes: Coming Home, Death of Parent, Fated Mates / Soul Mates, Queer Wedding, Unrequited Love
Setting: Mainly in Cardiff and London, UK
Languages Available: English
Series Type: Continuous / Same Characters
My body settled a bit through the meal as I chatted with my sister who sat next to me and then turned my attention to the few additional guests who came up to the table to offer their congratulations. I had a chance to exchange some with the rabbi and her wife about the state of same-sex marriage in the States. Prince Charles even came forward, greeting us warmly with apologies that his mother was ill-disposed that evening. After eating, I was feeling rather stuffed and could have taken a nap when a rather husky black woman took to the band stage and called for the audience’s attention.
“Ladies and gentlemen, I’m going to call the happy couple to the floor for the first dance of the night.” Angus eagerly took my hand. “I picked this song myself and she has a great voice!” He pulled me out of my comfort zone.READ MORE
“Do you even know how to slow dance?” I asked, having my doubts after seeing his last attempts at fast dancing at the gay bar.
“How hard can it be?” Really? As we got to the floor and everyone’s eyes fell on us, he put his hands on my waist and I draped mine on his shoulders. And as the introductory chords came from the musicians, he put his forehead against mine and began to sway slightly to the beat. “See, not so bad.” He was right, of course. The singer started her rendition of an old Boz Scaggs song, Look What You’ve Done to Me. Her sound was soulful, full of haunted longing and sensual desire.
“Mmm, this is nice,” I whispered.
“I heard this song the day after you kissed me and it has stuck since,” Angus said. “I can’t hear it and not think of you.” Angus said, “You know, you’re right, we’ve never kissed in public.”
“Ah huh,” I murmured. “We also never said how we felt about one another.” The singer was moving to the chorus and I was enjoying her contralto voice – like she had felt these feelings of astonishment that someone would just drop from heaven and believe she was brilliant.
“Desmond?” He pulled me from some dreamy state I’d fallen into by using my full name.
“Yeah?” The singer inflected hand gestures to welcome the guests to come to the floor.
“Do you love me?” Angus asked.
Is he kidding? I stopped and pulled away just a hair, enough so I could look at him directly. His eyes were pleading, darkened green, like grass glazed by spring early morning dew. His question took guts – I remember hearing an older person say once, “Women have children and thus are always practical. But men, they are the true romantics.” I had taken my affections for granted, having lived with them since I could remember. But I’d never said it to him and sometimes words matter, like now. “I grew up watching classic Hollywood movies. Bogart and Bacall, Tracy and Hepburn, Loy and Powell taught us what to expect so I always thought that love was between a man and a woman. Now I know that I have all those things with you. Just to say I love you would simply be much too prosaic.” I kissed him like I should have under the chuppah.
Although kissing Angus was wonderful, it led to an unexpected problem. Simms, coming out of nowhere, as usual, pulled me aside before Angus and I returned to the table. He discreetly said, “I believe someone has spilled something on the dance floor, sir. I should have it cleaned up before you and his Grace return to your seats.” I turned around and looked down to find that drops of something had led a trail that stopped directly under my kilt. Dryly, as if such incidences were routine, Simms continued, “If you and his Grace would prefer tidying up, I have a room prepared for such an eventuality just down the hall, four doors to your right. The guests are sufficiently distracted that they would not miss you should you need a half an hour or so.”
“Why, Simms, thank you,” answered Angus with a calm that masked my embarrassment. “We appreciate your discreet assistance.”
Simms bowed his head, “Always willing to be of service, Your Grace.”
Angus grabbed my arm and led me quickly to the room identified by Simms – smaller than most of the guest rooms in the B&B with only a bathroom and bed space. Angus closed and locked the door for good measure. “Oi!” he pouted. “We’ll have to take a good look at what’s going on down there.” He fitted his hand around my bound cock. “Right, well it appears we have sprung a leak.” The heat from his palm against the tiny slit sent a shock that made the BBalls wiggle. It came on so quickly and intensely that I swooned, and nearly fell over. Angus braced me and then gently laid me down on the nearby bed, careful not to let the pre-cum stain my kilt. He got a warmed wet washcloth from the bathroom, removed the binding, and started to clean me, much like he did in the shower earlier. “However, I am a bit miffed with you, Deetz.”
The warm cloth was nice against my aching balls. “How so, my lord?”
“There was nothing in that marriage contract about serving me my pretzels. Some commands a master shouldn’t have to indicate. I mean…”COLLAPSE
Amazon Reader on Amazon wrote:
Definitely not your average tale!
What can I say? A.G. Davis has written a snarky, humorous, emotional, devious, wickedly delicious tale about Deetz and Angus. Best friends since they were boys, they and Deetz's sister Ciara are summoned back to their childhood home to learn both of their fathers were murdered under suspicious circumstances. Recruited by the mysterious organization their fathers secretly worked for, Deetz, and Angus must navigate through the murky minefield of obstacles, power plays, lies, deception, farces, and deeply buried secrets without being killed themselves. Deetz and Angus discover that there's much more between them than just friendship, and the journey to explore it may be the greatest danger of all. I was totally engrossed by this fascinating book, and hated to put it down. One-click this ASAP!!
Jason A. Michael on Michigan's Primer LGBT News and Information Source wrote:
This is a Fascinating exploration of love in the 21st century. It broaden my understanding of love.
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