What if the last thing you felt was the kiss of a knife?
Rasputin’s kiss is lethal. He’s a ghost—killing and disappearing into the night. With few leads and four bodies on his conscience, Detective Inspector Alex Courtney and his team are running on empty and it’s only a matter of time before Rasputin strikes again.
When Alex recruits a young detective to play the part of his boyfriend and provide a tempting target for a killer, he knows he is taking a huge risk. He doesn’t expect Conor Trethuan to be a perfect potential submissive. When their mutual attraction becomes more, Alex has to face the conflict between his possessive instincts and the need to push his young lover into danger.
Investigating their feelings has to come second to investigating the case. There’s no time to decide if what they feel for each other is real. With Rasputin closing in, they may not live to find out.
Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes of mild BDSM.
Publisher's Note: This book is best read in sequence as part of a series but can be read as a standalone.
General Release Date: 7th March 2014
Inspector Alex Courtney paced back and forth across the silent incident room like a caged tiger with an attitude problem. He didn’t lose his temper often, but he was getting dangerously close to a firework display to rival New Year over the Sydney Harbour Bridge. He raked his fingers through hair that already stuck up wildly then loosened his tie, which threatened to strangle him. He muttered and cursed under his breath before he spoke out loud, “Nothing! We’ve got nothing! That’s four murders in the last six months—this psycho’s fucking playing with us and he’s winning the damn game.” Alex stared blindly at the large pin board that took up almost the entire length of one wall.
Four young faces gazed accusingly back at him. Four young men who had been ripped from their lives, slaughtered and dumped like garbage. Alex knew them all inside out, their faults and qualities, their ruined hopes and dreams, the desperation and grief of their families and friends. So much energy and potential removed from the world. Every death cut him to the core.
He slammed his fist against the wall in frustration then spun around to witness several of his team, who were collectively attempting to be inconspicuous, wincing in sympathy with his abused hand. Chips of plaster and flecks of dust rained onto the floor. Self-inflicted pain diffused his rage and, much more quickly than it had built, all the tension dissipated from Alex’s lean six feet, three inch frame. He ground the heels of his hands into his eye sockets, attempting to rub away some of the exhaustion that came from weeks of marathon working hours and little sleep. He knew the action would do nothing to soften the deep black circles that sat beneath his eyes. It was getting so that he was afraid to look in his bathroom mirror in the mornings, his reflection was that scary.
He surveyed his team, all looking just as tired and haggard as he was. “Okay. I have an idea that I want to run by you, but it’ll sit better on full stomachs. Give me ten minutes to do a run to the canteen. Someone put the kettle on, because you’re going to need strong coffee too.” Alex used the short walk to and from the staff canteen to play the idea he’d been working on over and over his mind, testing options and possibilities. It was a bit radical, but that was what the case needed—something that pushed the boundaries of the investigation.
Having made a decision about what he was going to do next, Alex felt more relaxed than he had in an age.
He was a little anxious about how the team would react to his plan but when it came down to it, he was in charge and they would have to go along with it whether they liked it or not. Still, he would much rather have their whole-hearted support. He knew they were as frustrated as he was about the lack of a break in the case, so maybe his idea wouldn’t be shot down in flames. He returned to the incident room with a determined set to his shoulders. Steaming mugs of strong coffee had already been handed out and Alex distributed the bacon sandwiches that he had liberated from the canteen. Okay, so it was a bribe. Advanced payment to offset the grief he knew he was about to get. At least they’d be laughing at him with satisfied stomachs.
Alex ignored the suspicious glances that flashed between his team members like some kind of semaphore.
“What’s up now then, boss? Don’t tell me… We’ve got some fucking journalist ride-along?” That had come from his veteran sergeant, Higgs.
“Nah. That can’t be it, Sarge. That’s not worth bacon butties. It must be something much worse.” Detective Pete Harris looked thoughtful. “The Chief Inspector is up the duff and the boss is responsible.” That got a few snorts of laughter in response.
“The Chief may come across as holier than thou, Pete, but even she couldn’t manage the Immaculate Conception,” Alex retorted from his perch on the edge of a desk. He let the banter continue for a minute or two then broke in, “Can it, you lot. Even if I were inclined to switch teams, which I’m not, Chief Inspector Mary Sissons would hardly be my first port of call. She’s old enough to be my fucking mother!”
His team dissolved into guffaws of laughter and Alex smiled. “It saddens me deeply that I can’t do something nice for you without aspersions of guilt being cast on my character. I’m deeply hurt.”
The sergeant slurped his coffee. “The last time you bought us breakfast, guv, you told us the overtime budget had been cut. You can’t blame us for being suspicious. Besides, we’re detectives. We’re supposed to read between the lines of every situation and you did say you had a plan.”
Alex gave a wry smile. “Well, that is true. However, this morning has absolutely nothing to do with overtime, I promise. I’ve been doing some thinking…”
That brought another chorus of groans and sarcastic comments.
Alex rolled his eyes. “Yes, it does occasionally happen. Even to senior officers. Anyway, I’ve decided to take a new tack with this investigation. We are going to try something different. We need bait.” He paused to let that sink in.
“What do you mean by bait, exactly?” Phil Cole, the youngest member of his team other than Alex himself fanned his face anxiously then loosened his tie and undid the button at his collar.
“Don’t worry, Phil, your arse is safe. You’re too old and nowhere near pretty enough for our resident psychopath.” Cole looked relieved rather than insulted and chewed on his sandwich. “So if not me, then who?”
Alex steeled himself. “I never thought I’d hear myself saying this to you lot”—he cast an eye over the four men that made up his team—“but I want you to find me a boyfriend.”
Lucinda lives in a small village in the English countryside, surrounded by rolling hills, cows and sheep. She started writing to fill time between jobs and is now firmly and unashamedly addicted.
She loves the English weather, especially the rain, and adores a thunderstorm. She loves good food, warm company and a crackling fire. She's fascinated by the psychology of relationships, especially between men, and her stories contain some subtle (and some not so subtle) leanings towards BDSM.
Reviewed by MM Good Book Reviews
This is the first book in this amazing new series that I can guarantee you will love. It was told with such a flare that will make your heart beat fast, your palms sweat and your stomach twirl in emotion....
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Reviewed by 3 Chicks After Dark
I knew LM would write interesting, loveable characters, hot sex, sensual touching, kinky BDSM and a suspenseful story to keep me on the edge with every turn of the page. Not disappointed!
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LM Somerton - Divine Magazine featured author for June
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Disbelieving – I thought it was a mistake. Then euphoric. Then nauseous because I was convinced that no-one would like what I wrote.
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