MURDER MOST DESERVING—Lacetown Murder Mysteries: Case Two
By Hank Edwards & Deanna Wadsworth
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We would like to give your readers something to smile about, an exclusive excerpt from our just released gay rom-com murder mystery MURER MOST DESERVING—Lacetown Murder Mystery Case Two. If you haven’t had a chance to meet Michael and Jazz, you are in for a treat. The books are a true series, and we highly recommend reading Case One first—MURDER MOST LOVELY—Only 99 cents for a limited time!
Michael is a shy mortician, and Jazz is a hairstylist and as sassy as his name suggests. They first fell head over heels for each other in MURDER MOST LOVELY, and their romance is still going strong, hot, and passionate. But another murder mystery has cast its shadow over our delightful heroes and the cast of zany characters that inhabit Lacetown. Enjoy!
An acoustic music festival comes to Lacetown, and with it, another dead body—this one found at Fleishman’s Funeral Home. Michael recuses himself from the autopsy, handing the job over to his arch-nemesis from a neighboring county.
Luckily Michael and local hairstylist Jazz are closer than ever. Between a trio of funerals, a blowout BBQ, and a couple of trips on Beulah, Jazz’s beloved scooter, Michael and Jazz do some sleuthing of their own. With the first gruesome murder still fresh in their memories, they can’t help but wonder if notorious murderer and famous author Russell Withingham might be targeting them from jail, where he’s awaiting trial.
The festival, however, brings in a veritable lineup of potential killers, including a familiar—and most unwelcome—figure from their past. As the murderer circles ever closer to Jazz and Michael, Sheriff Musgrave is quick to remind them that everyone’s a suspect until Sheriff Musgrave says they’re not!
MURDER MOST DESERVING Case Two
Still lost to the throes of ecstasy, Michael stood very still, clinging to Jazz, and barely registering when Jazz tucked his spent cock away, zipped him up, and then fastened his trousers.
Jazz stood and kissed him.
Damn, Michael liked the taste of himself in Jazz’s mouth.
“That was awesome.” Jazz kissed Michael’s cheek, then looked at his watch. “I have three minutes. Just enough time to brush my teeth and fix my hair.”
Michael laughed. “You’d better hurry.”
With a wave, Jazz sauntered to the bathroom. “My evening clients expect me to be running behind by this time of the day. It’ll be fine.” He tucked his T-shirt into his jeans and buckled his belt as he stepped into the bathroom.
Michael followed, adjusting his clothing as well.
Jazz’s apartment was full of refurbished antiques, plants, books, colorful fabrics, and a pair of purple velvet couches. It was long and narrow, flanked on two sides by east- and west-facing tall windows, the western offering a view of the lake. The evening sun glared in, making Michael squint before he stepped into the small bathroom with the claw-foot tub and pedestal sink.
Jazz studied himself in the mirror, then Michael’s reflection. “Oh, we have FFL hair, don’t we?”
Michael wrapped his arms around Jazz from behind, needing to touch him every chance he had. “What’s that mean?”
“Freshly Fucked Look,” he explained, reaching for his toothbrush. He squirted some toothpaste on it. “Can’t be doing hair with cum breath.”
Michael laughed, watching Jazz brush his teeth in the mirror.
Indeed they both were flushed, hair tousled, and their knowing smiles giving away what they’d just done.
“Want some?” Jazz held up the toothpaste tube. He made no move to leave Michael’s embrace, as if being joined like this was right where he belonged, even while performing such a mundane task.
“I wanna taste you a little longer,” Michael whispered, burying his face into the crook of Jazz’s neck when he spied his own blush in the mirror.
Jazz chuckled and spit out toothpaste. “My kinky mortician.”
He swayed their bodies a little, only mildly embarrassed. “You bring it out in me.”
“That’s because I’m a very, very bad boy,” he teased, rubbing his butt over Michael’s groin.
“You are,” Michael agreed, his body stirring even though he’d just come. He gripped Jazz’s hips tight and stilled his teasing. “And you keep doing that with this juicy ass of yours, you’ll be more than a couple minutes late to work.”
Jazz threw back his head and laughed. When he bent down to rinse his mouth directly from the faucet, Michael let him go and leaned against the doorjamb, crossing his arms.
Humming a tune, Jazz splashed water on his face. He let it drip down as he studied the sides of his face closely in the mirror. Satisfied by whatever he found, he dried his skin and then the edges of the pedestal sink where he’d splashed water. He hung the towel and picked up a hairbrush from one of four baskets tucked into the cubbies of a small storage stand between the sink and toilet. Michael enjoyed watching him brush his hair and wondered if Jazz would ever let him do it.
Somehow Jazz always managed to take his hair down and put his hair band around his wrist in one practiced move. He did the same thing in reverse as he tied his hair back again, folding it into a man-bun—a term his sassy boyfriend hated but described the style nonetheless. Michael had never paid so much attention to a man’s hair before, but with Jazz it was only one of the many things Michael was becoming obsessed with.
I’m in love.
Michael had never been in love before, and he had no idea what the rules were. Should he tell Jazz? Was it too soon? What was the protocol? Should he plan a romantic moment to tell Jazz or tell him after sex? What if Jazz didn’t love him back?
Squirming a little and feeling grossly out of his league, Michael remained silent and watched his boyfriend get ready.
The word seemed to ping around his mind. After a few failed attempts at finding someone, Michael was still surprised to have met Jazz and fallen in love right there in Lacetown, standing in line while waiting to see one of his all-time favorite authors.
Usually I read pure romance and don’t read a lot of romantic suspense. But I have to tell you, I loved this book. Hooked on the characters from Murder Most Lovely, I happily devoured this one. We all can be a bit nervous about love and Micheal is no exception. Add in his profession, handed down through is family and he can be a nervous wreck! Luckily Jazz is just what he needs. BUT Micheal’s confidence comes out when he has a murder to investigate. Murder Most Deserving is well written, with an interesting plot line (I never expected the end of the investigation!) and adorable characters I just can’t get enough of.
Definitely a five heart review!
MURDER MOST LOVELY Case One
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A killer at a small-town literary festival. Bumbling drug dealers. A kidnapped cat. Starting a romance among all this chaos might be the death of them.
Michael Fleishman is excited to meet his favorite mystery writer, Russell Withingham, at Lacetown’s Literary Fest. He is not expecting to cross paths with sexy hairdresser Jasper “Jazz” Dilworth—or become embroiled in a real-life mystery. As Lacetown’s only mortician and the county coroner, Michael is called to his first murder scene and is shocked to recognize the victim—Russell’s young lover.
Jazz only wanted to confront his ex, Russell, over his cheating. Instead, he meets the adorably awkward Michael and becomes a murder suspect. Soon Jazz is teaming up with Michael to clear his name. Along the way, they are helped and hindered by Michael’s sassy assistant, Kitty, the grumpy Sheriff Musgrave, Russell’s creepy PR rep, Norbert, and Michael’s lothario grandfather, who likes his manhattans strong and his women saucy. And of course, Mr. Pickles Furryton the Third….
MURDER MOST DESERVING Case Two
Meet the authors:
Deanna Wadsworth might be a bestselling erotica author, but she leads a pretty vanilla life in Ohio with her wonderful husband and adorable cocker spaniels. She has been penning stories since childhood, and her first erotic novella was published in 2010 and served multiple as President of the Rainbow Romance Writers in 2017. When she isn’t writing books or brainstorming with friends, you can find her making people gorgeous in a beauty salon. An avid reader, she also loves gardening, cooking, music, and dancing. Often she can be seen hanging out on the sandbar in the muddy Maumee River or chilling with her hubby and a cocktail in their basement bar. In between all that fun, Deanna cherishes the quiet times when she can let her wildly active imagination have the full run of her mind. Her fascination with people and the interworkings of their relationships have always inspired her to write romance with spice and love without boundaries.
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Hank Edwards has been writing gay fiction for more than twenty years. He has published over thirty novels and dozens of short stories. His writing crosses many sub-genres, including romance, rom-com, contemporary, paranormal, suspense, mystery, and wacky comedy. He has written a number of series such as the suspenseful Up to Trouble, funny and spooky Critter Catchers, Old West historical horror of Venom Valley, and erotic and funny Fluffers, Inc. No matter what genre he writes, Hank likes to keep things steamy and heartfelt. He was born and still lives in a northwest suburb of the Motor City, Detroit, Michigan, where he shares a home with his partner of over 20 years and their two cats.
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