Excerpt & FREE Drawing! The Adroit Alien (A Nick Williams Mystery Book 18) by Frank W. Butterfield

Exclusive Excerpt:

“I bet you’re really proud of yourself, aren’t you?” That was Carter. We were huddled together in our new bed.
Antoine had found the shutters for our bedroom out by the stables. He had put them all in place, although, to open them the next morning, we would have to take them down by hand.
We’d all had dinner a few blocks away at the same place where we’d had lunch. It was good, solid fare, and they were willing to cook Carter’s steak to well-done. While we were eating, Jake had suddenly looked up from his plate and asked, “What about firewood?” Carter had groaned. We hadn’t bought any. Not that we knew where to get any.
On that note, the kids had decided to go back to the hotel for the night. They’d followed in a second cab when Antoine and Jake had taken off from the restaurant after we were finished eating.
For our part, Carter and I had walked back to the house. It was cold outside and, somehow, when we got home, it was even colder inside the house.
I’d been telling him about getting Jacques and Greg together when he’d made that comment. “Yeah. Can you believe it’s been seven years?”
Carter pulled me in closer. “You don’t seem to generate any body heat,” he grumbled. “And you smell.”
I put my lips on his and murmured, “This was your idea.”
He sighed. “I know.”
“Maybe if we fooled around a little?”
He began to run his hand up and down my back, but that was as far as he went. I tried to lift my hand up so I could hug his neck, but he kept me pinned in place. “Hey!”
“We need to talk about your matchmaking.”
“We do?”
“Yes. You can’t just move to Paris and start—”
“Why not?”
He sighed, blowing slightly sour air in my face. Neither of us had brushed. At least his breath was warm. “I don’t know. I thought I would feel better once we got here. But I’m more irritated than ever.” He stopped talking.
Feeling a knot forming in my stomach, I said, “And I’m irritating you, aren’t I?”
“Well—”
“Just tell me.”
“Yeah. You are. You left us here to do all the work while you ran around town spending money and flirting with chauffeurs and doing your matchmaking thing.”
I was quiet. He was being ridiculous. He’d wanted me to do all that, handsome chauffeurs notwithstanding. But I didn’t want to rub it in his face.
“Stop that, Nick.”
“What?”
“Being quiet.”
I had a sudden thought. “You know what?”
He squirmed on the bed. “What?”
“I think it’s been too long since we’ve, you know…”
Carter didn’t reply to that. I knew I was right. I let him stew for a little while in whatever thoughts he was having. Finally, I said, “We haven’t really been alone in a while. At least three weeks.” He started breathing a little heavier. I decided to push things a little further. “You like those boots Alexander was wearing as much as I do.”
He slapped me hard on the ass, which hurt but not much. “You’re right.”
“It really gets to you sometimes, doesn’t it?” I was teasing him and probably shouldn’t have.
He squeezed me as hard as he ever had. I had a mildly panicked thought that he was going to explode or crush me, one or the other. “I can’t talk about this, Nick.”
“Why not? We’re alone.”
He was still breathing hard. “I know, but my mind gets all jumbled when I get like this.”
“I know. That’s part of what I like about it when we do it.”
“I wish we could get warm and throw all these covers off the bed so I can…” He sighed. “You know.”
“I know.” I kissed him on the lips. In reply, he pushed his tongue into my mouth, hard.

Blurb:
Monday, January 2, 1956
Nick and Carter have arrived safely in Paris and were even greeted at the airport by a minor government official and a small detachment of the famous Republican Guard.

After taking a week to recover from their Christmas adventures in Vermont, they’re ready to move into their new house over in the 4th Arrondissement.

It takes three cabs to get the whole gang over there from their hotel and, as they stand on the sidewalk outside, none of them can quite believe what they find: a crumbling building, a trash-filled courtyard, several broken windows, and, as Nick tentatively pushes the front door open, the stench of a rotting corpse.

The police know that none of them could possibly have committed the crime but what about the mysterious Madame Marika, who has suddenly disappeared? Is she back behind the Iron Curtain? Or has she too been murdered?

The entire household gets involved in solving the mystery, dashing around the city that is their new home, and discovering, in the end, the bonds of love and friendship they have brought with them from San Francisco, across the Atlantic Ocean, and to La Ville-Lumière—Paris: The City of Light.

And that’s only the beginning…

Blurb:

Monday, January 2, 1956

Nick and Carter have arrived safely in Paris and were even greeted at the airport by a minor government official and a small detachment of the famous Republican Guard.

After taking a week to recover from their Christmas adventures in Vermont, they’re ready to move into their new house over in the 4th Arrondissement.

It takes three cabs to get the whole gang over there from their hotel and, as they stand on the sidewalk outside, none of them can quite believe what they find: a crumbling building, a trash-filled courtyard, several broken windows, and, as Nick tentatively pushes the front door open, the stench of a rotting corpse.

The police know that none of them could possibly have committed the crime but what about the mysterious Madame Marika, who has suddenly disappeared? Is she back behind the Iron Curtain? Or has she too been murdered?

The entire household gets involved in solving the mystery, dashing around the city that is their new home, and discovering, in the end, the bonds of love and friendship they have brought with them from San Francisco, across the Atlantic Ocean, and to La Ville-Lumière—Paris: The City of Light.

And that’s only the beginning…

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