Explore the Jewel Cave

Saturday June 11, 2016

Jewel Cave was runner up in the 2015 Rainbow Awards Gay Mystery category. I absolutely love this book and this couple. Below is a little excerpt and the beginning of a terrifying series of events for Clint Bishop. He's got a stalker who went too far. Fortunately for Clint he's also got Griff, a boyfriend who is a US Marshal and won't rest until Clint is safe again.

 

Clint cracked his eyes open and yawned. The motion of the car made him want to drift back to sleep. When he shifted, his hands and fingers tingled slightly, and he wanted to move, to stretch and wiggle to make the feeling return. When he tried to move his arms, they felt odd, as if held down. He groaned and tried to straighten his legs, but the space was too cramped.

“Griff, can we stop?” Clint mumbled. His voice sounded like he had a mouthful of marbles, and he was so thirsty. “Need some water and a bathroom.” A dull ache jabbed at his lower abdomen every few seconds.

He heard a low chuckle and thought Griff must be getting a cold or something—it didn’t sound much like him. When Griff laid his hand on the back of Clint’s head, Clint instinctively turned into his palm. Griff’s callused thumb brushed over Clint’s cheek.

“Shhh, baby.”

Clarity came swiftly, followed by terror. Griff didn’t have calluses on his thumb or any of his fingers, and he’d never once called Clint “baby.” Clint jerked his head away and promptly hit the car window.

“It’s alright, baby. You’re safe now.”

“What the fuck? Dylan? You asshole! What the fucking hell?” Clint slammed himself as hard and as fast as he could against the seat, then the car door.

“Baby, baby.” Dylan looked at Clint for a few seconds before turning his eyes back to the road.

“And stop calling me ‘baby’!”

“But I always call you that. You love it,” Dylan insisted.

Clint blew out a harsh breath. He looked down at his arms. They were tied in front of him with chain. Another chain ran from his wrists to a ring bolted to the floor of the car. Chains encircled his ankles that led back to the ring as well. “I have to take a leak.”

“We’ll stop soon. Get some food, something to drink, use a restroom.” Dylan reached over and ran his hand over Clint’s thigh, using his fingertips to press against the sensitive part next to the inseam of his jeans.

“Get your hands off me,” Clint snarled. “I don’t know what you think, but Griff’s going to kill you when he finds me.” The words tumbled from his mouth before he could stop them. Can’t hide behind Griff’s badge. I won’t hide behind Griff or his badge. His brief glance at his own leg made him realize these weren’t the jeans he remembered wearing last, nor was this his shirt. How he came to be in different clothing was something he decided not to think about. That decision didn’t stop a shiver from working through him.

 

Jewel Cave and all the Circles mystery/suspense books can be found HERE. More excerpts and reviews can be found on my website.