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"Fergus and the gang return in another passion-packed, erotically charged black comedy-yaoi caper that will have you on the edge of your seat right up until the very last page.
After the dust has settled on the disastrous bank robbery that almost spelled the end of one of the sawn off shotgun wielding wise guys, there is the little matter of dividing up the loot. Every man is eager for his cut, but there’s just one problem. It seems that one of the greedy gangsters has helped himself already...
Was it the scar faced Rasputin, who’d been left alone with the lolly and an age old grudge? Could it have been the bed hopping bisexual Judas MacGregor’s pierced and perfect protégé, Vinny? Or has Vinny been too busy finding out just why the yakuza-like bodyguard, Cain, is known as The Legend?
The beautiful brothel keeper, Mikhail Majewski, is keeping a low profile while all of this mayhem has been going on. He’s not answering Fergus Campbell’s numerous texts and phone calls. Has he absconded with the readies? Or is he just a little bit tied up at the moment?"
Sneak peek at some prose...
"So this was The Legend’s flat.
There was a large canvas over the sofa that featured a manga style Yakuza who pointed a gun out of the picture and rather threateningly into the face of whoever viewed the masterpiece. Vinny found it sexy. He loved the harsh, twisted mouth and cold eyes of the suited guy, who had been crafted from dark ink, only a splash of red here and there to represent blood. The man in the picture’s tie flew to the side amidst the visceral spray to give such an impression of action and as Vinny stared, he felt his passion stir more. The comic book style yak looked hot, but not nearly as hot as Cain who sat on the sofa beneath the dramatic print, drink in hand. Cain’s hair was obviously dyed and was a subdued shade of ash blond, not brassy at all. The lightness of its hue somehow made his Asian eyes look even darker still. He had a few small moles around his mouth and under his eyes that accentuated the natural tone of his skin. His lips had a softness to them and Vinny found it difficult to resist a taste. But maybe he wouldn’t resist. After all, in the words of that well known phrase, faint heart never won fair fuck-off hot guy.
“Did you do this?” Vinny indicated to the artwork although it was fairly obvious to what he referred.
“No.” Cain was a man of few words and Vinny wasn’t entirely sure that he was actually invited to be here at all as Cain had just grunted the word “drink”. It was no great gaffe if he wasn’t invited though, as Cain didn’t strike him as an overly well-mannered type.
“It’s good though. I like it.” Vinny took his drink, which had turned out to be some seriously strong Japanese lager and sat on the sofa too. Cain turned his face and looked boldly at him. Vinny stared back and his eyes wandered over the little moles that graced the Japanese man’s cheek and seemed to draw the attention to the fullness of his mouth. There was that urge again.
Was it wrong to stare like this?
It didn’t appear to bother Cain so Vinny continued and let his eyes travel down the pale skin on his neck to the colourful tattoo that peeked out from under the white of his t shirt. The pattern vanished only to appear again on the sinewy muscles of his upper arm. “Nice…um…tat you got there.” Vinny smiled. He could feel the sensation of an erection build, an ache that seemed to spread over his groin like fire. It was obvious that he had gone without for too long. Spent too many nights on his own, locked in a fantasy that was never likely to become reality.
He breathed deeply and wondered if Cain had invited him here for more than just a drink. Well no, maybe not wondered. Perhaps it was more like hoped.
Cain slipped the t shirt off over his head and smiled as he sat up straighter, obviously to provide Vinny with a better view of the inked phoenix that decorated his flesh.
“I’m turning into quite the art critic here…” Vinny reached out his hand and stroked his fingers gently over Cain’s powerful bicep and he gloried in the tension of the other man’s flesh. He knew only too well how strong Cain was as he had been pinned down by him once before. The ache in his groin intensified at the thought of being pinned down by him again. “Wanna see mine?”
Vinny took off his shirt and much like the way his hand had just traced its way over the intricate patterns on Cain’s skin, Cain let his own touch travel gently over the black dragon on Vinny’s chest.
“It’s got suddenly very warm in here.” Vinny leaned a little closer. “Did you just invite me here for sex by any chance?”
Cain nodded. “Yes, I did.” He slid his thumb across Vinny’s chest and circled his nipple to slowly tease it erect and Vinny felt a tingle as his dimpled skin responded almost instantly.
“Good.” Vinny grinned. “You don’t seem the sort that would have any decent chat up lines and luckily I am not the sort to need them. Best we just like…cut to the chase.”
