Joanna was about to dispose of the printouts still scattered
over her desk when her phone rang. She half feared it could be Grace again,
half hoped Theo would get back to her with news, but of course it was too early
for that. The connection was too vague for him to get a warrant, so he’d have
to tread carefully.
Much to his credit, he hadn’t
commented on the fact that she couldn’t give him a last name. There was no name
on the door, and in her emails and text, it only said GracieL. Theo would have to do the rest, but she figured it
wouldn’t be too hard.
“You apartment isn’t that big,”
Kira said. “Why aren’t you picking up the phone?”
Because I’m afraid it could be a serial murderer on the other end…
“Sorry,” Joanna mumbled. “What
can I do for you?”
“Call every once in a while?
You’re doing it again.”
Kira had been the closest she’d
had to a friend in prison, and surprisingly, she’d kept in touch, even after
being released eight months earlier. Life could take surprising turns, and not
all of them were bad, at least for people other than Joanna. Kira had found a
kind man, the father of two boys, and married him less than two months ago. She
often tried to convince Joanna to come to dinner, but Joanna wasn’t comfortable
around all that newfound happiness. Mostly, she thought her presence made
others unfomfortable. Not Kira—she knew her friend understood completely what
her reality looked like. The husband and kids, Joanna wasn’t so sure. She felt
like every time she was over, he was beyond wary.
“I’m not doing anything. In fact,
you’ll be glad to know that I reconnected with an old colleague.”
“Vanessa doesn’t count. You two
have a sick relationship.”
“Thank you so much, and no, I
wasn’t talking about Vanessa. I saw Theo, my old partner. He’s talking to me
again, which is a major improvement. Another officer let me talk to a witness
once I laid on the charm.”
“I don’t understand. What are you
doing with a witness? You unload trucks and lift palettes for a living—which,
I’d like to say, is not such a bad thing. I thought that part of your life was
over, and you were okay with it.”
“It’s a long story.”
“You could come over and tell it
“I don’t think Coby would
“Coby likes you,” Kira protested.
“Besides, he’s not here tonight, and neither are the boys. I’ve got Merlot and
chocolate chip ice cream. As much of it as you like.”
“You’re trying to bribe me?”
Joanna didn’t need much more. She was already in her coat.
“Works every time, doesn’t it? I
“Miss you too. I’ll be over there
Instead of staring at the walls,
waiting for Theo’s call and hoping her gut had betrayed her, she would see
Kira, and toast to the future.
Sticking to her promise, Kira
greeted Joanna with a hug and then served her ice cream and wine. It had become
something like a ritual for them after Joanna’s release, even after it became
clear that Kira and Coby were serious, and moved in together.
“This is so good. Thank you. I
“I’m glad I could help. You said
you had a story to tell.”
Joanna figured that halfway
through her glass, she couldn’t back out now.
“All right. You heard about the
woman who ran away from a man who abducted her, and was found by a truck
“Yeah, I heard about it. What’s
that got to do with you?”
“I saw her in the hospital
“You did what?” Kira exclaimed.
“Are you crazy?”
“The case is similar to one I
once worked. I had to speak up.”
“Going to the hospital is not the
same. Honey, do you realize that any defense lawyer will just love to jump on
the fact you were anywhere near her? You’re famous. You killed a murderer. As
unfair as that might be, I don’t think your colleagues want to be seen with
you, and sadly, they have a point. Someone will make the connection.”
“Theo said something like that,”
Joanna admitted. “Damn, I had hoped for some support from you.”
“This is the way I offer
support,” Kira indicated the delicacies on the table with a sweeping gesture,
“and by telling you the truth. You can’t be involved. I don’t want you to put
yourself in danger.”
Joanna finished her glass and
reached for the bottle.
“It might already be too late for
Before she could elaborate, the
vibration of her cell phone indicated the arrival of a text message.
Once upon a time, she had known
what to do, without hesitating, without doubt. After the brief conversation
with Theo, Joanna felt confused. Relieved, too. Grace had apparently fully
cooperated, told the cops she’d broken up with the boyfriend and apologized
again for the text messages. More important, she had an alibi for the night
Christina Danvers had hooked up with the couple.
Christina had confirmed that
she’d never seen Grace before.
Something had been off about her.
Joanna didn’t think her instincts would betray her so badly. She shook herself.
She should be grateful that she had avoided adding another nightmare to the
ones that never went away.
“Are you okay?” Kira asked when
she returned to the living room.
“Yeah. It’s actually good news.
Forget what I said earlier—it’s not all that dramatic. All of you were right. I
should stay far away from that case.”
Kira poured them both another
“Hey, better late than never.
Let’s drink to that. You should fall in love too.”
“Uh, no. It’s doesn’t work that
way for everyone.”
“Because you have commitment issues.
You panic when someone calls you back.”
“That’s not true.” Was it? Was
there a possibility that there was something wrong with Joanna instead of
Grace? Oh, the possibilities were endless. “Look at my life. Who would want to
get caught up in that mess?”
Kira laid an arm around her
shoulders. “Last time I checked, you cleaned up that mess pretty nicely. Back
on the inside, you could’ve gotten caught up in all kinds of bad stuff, but you
stayed out of it. You have a job that pays for a roof over your head and more
booze and cigarettes than you should have.”
“I sense some criticism coming
“Just give it a chance sometime,
Joanna took another spoonful of
“I like fewer complications in my
life. Simple pleasures, you know?”
“I really don’t know. You hook up
with some bizarre people. That’s the only part you haven’t quite figured out
You don’t know the half of it, Joanna wanted to say. Then again,
she hadn’t been so great at relationships before she and Decker crossed paths.
For some things, she had no one to blame but herself.
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Corey found the local
police chief and a forensic team from Hyannis on the sandy shore below the
wooden deck of the Boatslip, one of the most popular spots in Provincetown. The
size of the hotel meant that many guys were in one place and near the crime
scene. Not good. The Boat Slip’s afternoon tea dance brought even more people
crowding onto the outside deck, which also served as a dance floor. Even now,
several men peered over the railing at the activity on the beach below. Soon, more would follow.
Police Chief Richard
Stewart greeted him as he checked in with the officer guarding the scene.
“Damn! You didn’t waste
any time getting here, Shaw,” Chief Stewart said, looking at his watch. “Where
were you when I called? Orleans?”
“Close enough,” Corey
winked at his friend.
“Are you ever going to
tell me how you move around the state so fast?”
Chief Stewart shook his
head and led Corey to the corpse.
“John Doe. Strangled,” he
said. The grim look on his hard-lined face told Corey that something had
rattled the chief’s staunch reserve. “And he was tortured before being killed.”
Having had frequent
contact with the chief in the past, Corey had never seen him so shaken by a
As they knelt next to the
victim, the chief pulled back a tarp covering the naked body of a young man
lying face down in the sand.
He pointed out disturbing
aspects of the murder. “Rope burns on the ankles, wrists, knees, and across the
chest and upper arms where he was tied up. The deep cuts indicate that the
bonds were tight.”
He motioned toward the buttocks. The man had a narrow waist and a well-rounded ass, which had been slashed many times. Long gashes crossed the tanned cheeks, drawing blood that had long since dried.
“Looks like he was caned
or severely whipped while he was tied up,” the chief continued. Similar slashes
covered his back and legs, but not as severe as those on the ass.
“This has been done to
him before, hasn’t it?” Corey asked.
“What do you mean?”
Stewart gave him a quizzical look. He glanced at one of the forensics agents
who knelt down on the opposite side of the body. “Corey, this is Carolyn Seger
from the Massachusetts State Bureau of Investigation.”
Corey shook hands with
“You’ve got a good
eye,” she said, directing their attention to several old wounds concealed
and healing among the fresh ones.
Judging by the look on
the chief’s face, Corey surmised that he hadn’t experienced anything like this
in Provincetown before.
Carolyn picked up the
story where Stewart left off. “From the angle of the rope wound around the
neck, it appears that the victim was hung until dead. There are very few signs
of a struggle, which is strange.”
not so strange, Corey thought.
She pointed to the
bruising on the neck. “The visible side of the face appears purple, a gruesome
contrast to the white skin of his shaved head.” She frowned while mumbling the
latter under her breath. “Look at these.” The agent indicated to marks crisscrossing
his back. “It appears he was wearing a leather…” She hesitated, as if searching
for the right word.
finished. “I have one that’s almost the same as the one he wore. Do you think
it played a role in his death?”
Seger shook her head.
“Preliminary indications all point to strangulation by hanging.” She looked at
him. When his eyebrows furrowed in concentration, she asked, “What is it?”
He pointed to faint, red
markings on the back of the victim’s neck that resembled the ones on his back.
“It looks like he wore a leather collar, as well.” He shifted his position to
“We noticed that, too,
but I don’t think it contributed to his death, either.”
“Can we turn him over?”
The agent nodded and donned plastic gloves. With the help of another forensic
team member, they rolled the corpse on its back. The hideousness of the crime
became more apparent. The entire face, covered in purple blemishes, was
contorted into a grimace as he had struggled to breathe in his last few seconds
of life. His tongue protruded grotesquely from the mouth. Corey’s gaze shifted
lower. All the pubic hair was shaved away.
“Look at this.” Seger’s
eyes widened at the new discovery. “There’s scabbing just above the penis, and
it seems as though it goes all the way around the scrotum. Something’s
irritated his skin because it’s broken out and re-healed, like the marks on his
“He wore a cock ring,”
Corey said and added, “I have that same trouble if I wear mine too long.” Eager
to contribute to the investigation, he’d let out more personal information than
the chief or agents wanted to hear. To divert attention from his momentary lack
of discretion, he took another tack. “Are you sure this was murder?”
“What else could it be?”
The chief’s jaw clenched.
“I’m thinking it could be
an extreme BDSM session that went a bit too far.”
Chief Stewart and Carolyn
stared, jaws dropping.
“In all my years in
Provincetown, I’ve never heard of something like this, and I’ve heard and seen
some pretty weird shit.” The chief shook his head.
“Many guys have execution
fantasies, where the only way they can get off is to experience a near-death
situation. In such a case like this, execution by hanging,” Corey explained. “The
victim is hung to the point when he comes and then is released by the
‘executioner.’” He used his fingers to form quotation marks in the air. “This
might have been one time when the executioner didn’t move fast enough.” He
paused for a few seconds. “Or wouldn’t.”
“You mean this guy let
someone hang him to death?”
“No,” Corey replied.
“More than likely, he just wanted to experience a high similar to the choking
game that’s somehow gotten to be popular. But here, instead of doing it
himself, he got a bigger rush by having someone do it for him. The idea is to
release the rope or garrote before death. It’s an incredibly dangerous game.”
“So this could just be a
tragic accident?” Seger asked.
Corey held out his hands
in supplication. “Perhaps. Otherwise, we may have to look for a guy who has to
kill to get off. But there’s something odd here.”
“What?” The chief sounded
as though he didn’t think it could get any stranger.
“Whether or not his death
was accidental, where are his harness, collar and cock ring? If his executioner
didn’t kill him on purpose, why remove his accouterments? Or if it was
intentional, a murderer would’ve dumped the body and not worried about removing
everything, unless he left his DNA on everything.”
“Maybe the leather
belonged to the executioner and he took it back?” Chief Stewart said. “You
know, like a master/slave thing?”
Corey considered that
explanation for a minute. “Perhaps, but not likely, I would think. Cock rings
are more personal items, and since they’re relatively cheap, guys buy them for
themselves or someone they’re romantically involved with.”
“Could this be a lovers’
spat?” Carolyn asked.
“I hadn’t thought about
that, but you may be right. And the murderer removed everything to keep as
mementos, or because they had a sentimental value?”
“Some serial killers do
that, too,” Chief Stewart muttered. Corey and Carolyn looked at him. “They will
take something from each of their victims as a trophy.”
“Or the harness could
hold some concrete evidence to the identity of the murderer,” Corey mused.
“Something other than his body fluids.”
More about author, Alex Morgan:
(aka Alex Morgan) was born and raised in western Oklahoma. He majored in
chemistry in college and moved to Dallas
to get his master’s degree. Later he received a PhD in analytical chemistry. He
now lives in the Baltimore area.
He has been
an avid reader, particularly mysteries, after being introduced to the Hardy
Boys in grade school. After reading his first Agatha Christie novel, Murder on the Orient Express, in junior
high, mysteries have been one of his biggest enjoyments. He has always enjoyed
reading comic books and loves the super-hero genre just as much.
these two concepts, he has written four mystery novels introducing gay,
paranormal sleuth Corey Shaw. Under the pen name Alan Scott, he has written a
novel continuing the paranormal detective series with “Inside Passage to
Murder” and the forthcoming “A Faire Day for Murder.” He is also the author of several gay erotica
a teenager suffering from insomnia, I spent many late nights on my passion
(It’s not what you think)—reading cozy mystery novels. I loved the quirky
characters, plot twists and turns, clues, red herrings, captivating
investigations, romance, humor, and of course the surprise yet justified
endings. Even at that young age, I suspected Sherlock Holmes and John Watson
were more than companions. They seemed to understand each other as only a
couple could, and their devotion to one another was heartwarming. Hercule
Poirot and Arthur Hastings seemed to share the same level of commitment. C.
Auguste Dupin and his nameless companion, Lord Peter Wimsey and his valet Meryn
Bunter, and Inspector Morse and Detective Sergeant Robbie Lewis exhibited
similar close connections. It didn’t take me long to question why there were no
openly gay characters in my favorite mystery series. So, I created my own.
Since I am a college theatre professor, I decided to explore that wacky and
wonderful world. (Try saying that three times fast with a tongue ring.)
those of you who haven’t yet been baptized in Nicky and Noah land, the Nicky
and Noah mysteries is a gay cozy mystery comedy series, meaning the setting is
warm and cozy, the clues and murders (and laughs) come fast and furious, and
there are enough plot twists and turns and a surprise ending to keep the pages
turning faster than a priest going to altar boy orientation (as Nicky would
say). At the center is the touching relationship between Associate Professor of
Directing Nicky Abbondanza and Assistant Professor of Acting Noah Oliver. We
watch them go from courting to marrying to adopting a child, all the while head
over heels in love with each other (as we fall in love with them). Reviewers
called the series hysterically funny farce, Murder
She Wrote meets Hart to Hart
meets The Hardy Boys, and captivating
whodunits. One reviewer wrote they are the funniest books she’s ever read!
Drama Queen (Divine Magazine’s
Readers’ Choice Award for Favorite LGBT Mystery, Humorous, and Contemporary
Novel of the Year) Nicky directs the school play at Treemeadow College—which is
named after its gay founders, Tree and Meadow. Theatre professors drops like
stage curtains, and Nicky and Noah have to use their theatre skills, including
impersonating other people, to figure out whodunit. In Drama Muscle (Rainbow Award Honorable Mention) Nicky and Noah don
their gay Holmes and Watson personas again to find out why bodybuilding
students and professors in Nicky’s bodybuilding competition at Treemeadow are
dropping faster than barbells. In Drama
Cruise it is summer on a ten-day cruise from San Francisco to Alaska and
back. Nicky and Noah must figure out why college theatre professors are
dropping like life rafts as Nicky directs a murder mystery dinner theatre show
onboard ship starring Noah and other college theatre professors from across the
US. Complicating matters are their both sets of wacky parents who want to
embark on all the activities on and off the boat with the handsome couple. In Drama Luau, Nicky is directing the luau
show at the Maui Mist Resort and he and Noah need to figure out why muscular
Hawaiian hula dancers are dropping like grass skirts. Their department
head/best friend and his husband, Martin and Ruben, are along for the bumpy
tropical ride. In Drama Detective,
Nicky is directing and ultimately co-starring with his husband Noah as Holmes
and Watson in a new musical Sherlock Holmes play at Treemeadow College prior to
Broadway. Martin and Ruben, their sassy office assistant Shayla, Nicky’s
brother Tony, and Nicky and Noah’s son Taavi are also in the cast. Of course
dead bodies begin falling over like hammy actors at a curtain call. Once again
Nicky and Noah use their drama skills to figure out who is lowering the street
lamps on the actors before the handsome couple get half-baked on Baker Street.
In Drama Fraternity, Nicky is
directing Tight End Scream Queen, a
slasher movie filmed at Treemeadow College’s football fraternity house,
co-starring Noah, Taavi, and Martin. Rounding out the cast are members of
Treemeadow’s Christian football players’ fraternity along with two hunky screen
stars. When the jammer, wide receiver, and more begin fading out with their
scenes, Nicky and Noah once again need to use their drama skills to figure out
who is sending young hunky actors to the cutting room floor before Nicky and
Noah hit the final reel.
My spouse and I had vacationed in Alaska and
Hawaii. Hence the settings of books three and four. Since we recently stayed in
a real Scottish Castle, I knew book seven would take place there. So, in Drama Castle, Nicky is directing a
historical film co-starring Noah and Taavi at Conall Castle in Scotland: When the Wind Blows Up Your Kilt It’s Time
for A Scotch. Rounding out the cast are members of the mysterious Conall
family who own the castle. When hunky men in kilts topple off the drawbridge
and into the moat, it’s up to Nicky and Noah to use their acting skills to
figure out whodunit before Nicky and Noah land in the dungeon. Nicky and Noah
are joined by their best friends and fan favorites Martin and Ruben, and by Noah’s
eccentric parents. Book seven adds a number of captivating new characters like Brody
Naughton, the hunky head of Housekeeping with a red beard and roving eye for
the oldest Conall brother, Barclay, and for Donal Blair a waiter in the
castle’s Great Hall dining room. Each of the three hunky Conall brothers
(Barclay, Magnus, and Fergus) have a surprising secret, and Noah makes a
I am joyous and honored to join the other
wonderful writers who post in this group as we share our gay mystery stories. So
take your seat. The curtain is going up on steep cliffs, ancient turrets,
stormy seas, misty moors, malfunctioning kilts, and murder!
Theatre professor Nicky Abbondanza is directing a historical film at a castle in Scotland, co-starring his spouse, theatre professor Noah Oliver, and their son Taavi. When historical accuracy disappears along with hunky men in kilts, Nicky and Noah will once again need to use their drama skills to figure out who is pitching residents of Conall Castle off the drawbridge and into the moat, before Nicky and Noah land in the dungeon. You will be applauding and shouting Bravo for Joe Cosentino’s fast-paced, side-splittingly funny, edge-of-your-seat entertaining seventh novel in this delightful series. Take your seats. The curtain is going up on steep cliffs, ancient turrets, stormy seas, misty moors, malfunctioning kilts, and murder!
Wearing a canary
polo shirt that highlighted his olive-colored skin and black hair, Taavi looked
adorable with his legs dangling off the high bed. “Grandma and I explored the
castle.” His dimples appeared. “I found a secret passageway.”
“A sleuth, like
your dads,” Dad said.
“And like your
grandfather,” Mom added.
Taavi wiped his palms on his sky-blue shorts.
“I can’t wait to shoot my scenes.”
Noah smiled. “Will
you steal them from me?”
“That’s the plan.”
Taavi offered his father a hang loose sign and a huge grin.
Mom said, “Judy
was very impressed with our little Taavi’s acting in that slasher film you all
did last year.”
“As she should
be,” Dad said as if he were Taavi’s agent.
“Judy said that
little Dung’s chocolate coloring would show up well on film.”
“Too bad Tommy and
Timmy aren’t in the movie business like our Nicky and Noah,” Dad said.
Mom and Dad
laughed together triumphantly.
I noticed a gold
necklace around Dad’s neck as it danced over his flabby chest. “I’ve never seen
that before, Dad.”
He stuck out his
already protruding stomach. “What, my sexy physique?” Dad winked at Noah. “I
may be giving you a run for your money tonight, Noah.”
cheeks turned crimson.
I walked over to
Dad. “I mean your necklace.”
“He’s worn that
thing around his neck since I met him,” Mom said.
Taking it in my
hand, I admired the fine craftsmanship of the gold two-leaf clover.
“It’s really a
four-leaf clover,” Dad explained, “but the other two leaves broke off.”
“Where did you get
“In a little shop
on a glen in a valley in the highlands of Scotland. A year before I met Mom, I
visited the land of my ancestors to find my roots.”
“While I was covering up mine with peroxide,”
Mom said with a smile.
“But my ancestors
didn’t come from a place like this.” Dad explained, “They were sheepherders.”
The dairy farmer added, “Milking is in my blood.”
“So is high
cholesterol from all the cheese he eats,” Mom said as if speaking about a death
Dad patted his
stomach. “I like food.”
“Me too, Grandpa.”
Taavi patted his stomach too.
“Did you all eat
dinner?” Noah asked with concern showing on his handsome face.
Mom nodded. “A
sweet young waiter named Donal served us in the dining room.” She giggled like
a young girl. “He paid extra attention to me.”
jealous?” I asked Dad.
He waved me away
like a color guard on speed. “Donal was a nice-looking guy. But he reminded me
of you and Noah, if you know what I mean.”
My father-in-law developed gaydar?
Taavi’s dark eyes
glistened in delight. “We ate cock-a-doodle-doo soup, blood pudding, green
fish, and bread for short people.”
As if a United
Nations translator, Mom said, “Taavi means cock-a-leekie soup—”
Okay, it’s not
what you’re thinking. It’s a soup with chicken, bacon, leeks, and spices.
Get ready to be
grossed out. It’s pork fat, pork blood, oatmeal, and oat and barley groats.
cabbage and green apple sauce, and shortbread.”
“I texted all my
friends from school. I can’t believe we’re living in a real castle!”
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“This delightfully sudsy,
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two are so entertaining….Their tactics in finding clues and the crazy funny
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fun from start to finish, for me this series gets stronger with every book and
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“The Nicky and Noah
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tongue-in-cheek humor, over-the-top characters, a wee bit of political
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theatre professors for whom all the world’s a stage.” Prism Book Alliance
is one hilarious series with a heart and it just keeps getting better. I highly
recommend them all, and please read them in the order they were written for
full blown laugh out loud reading pleasure!” Scattered Thoughts and Rogue Words
Bestselling author Joe
Cosentino was voted Favorite LGBT Mystery, Humorous, and Contemporary Author of
the Year by the readers of Divine Magazine for Drama Queen. He also
wrote the other novels in the Nicky and Noah mystery series: Drama Muscle,Drama Cruise, Drama Luau, Drama Detective, Drama Fraternity,
Drama Castle; the Dreamspinner Press novellas: In My Heart/An
Infatuation &A Shooting Star, A Home for the Holidays, The
Perfect Gift,The First Noel,The Naked Prince and Other Tales
from Fairyland with Holiday
Tales from Fairyland, the Cozzi Cove series: Cozzi Cove: Bouncing
Back,Cozzi Cove: Moving Forward, Cozzi Cove: Stepping Out, Cozzi
Cove: New Beginnings, Cozzi Cove: Happy Endings (NineStar Press);andthe Jana Lane mysteries: Paper Doll, Porcelain Doll, Satin
Doll, China Doll, Rag Doll (The Wild Rose Press). He has
appeared in principal acting roles in film, television, and theatre, opposite
stars such as Bruce Willis, Rosie O’Donnell, Nathan Lane, Holland Taylor, and
Jason Robards. Joe is currently Chair of the Department/Professor at a college
in upstate New York, and he is happily married. Joe was voted 2nd
Place Favorite LGBT Author of the Year in Divine Magazine’s Readers’ Choice
Awards, and his books have received numerous Favorite Book of the Month Awards
and Rainbow Award Honorable Mentions.
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