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When a body turns up at Mardi Gras Fair Day, the police believe it’s a hate crime against the lesbian veggie burger vendor, but when another body turns up a matter four weeks later, this time in her vegetarian lunch van, and later a chef in the kitchen of his vegetarian gourmet restaurant, even the police can see there’s a mad pro-red meat serial killer on the loose. But Granny Hill, down from the country to visit her gay nephew, Sean, is three steps ahead of the cops, especially since she discovered the first body. Will she manage to stalk the killer before the next murder or is the killer stalking her?





Granny Hill in A Recipe for Murder

Excerpt

“Sean. Sean. Are you in here?”

I groaned inwardly. I knew that voice. It belonged to someone who should definitely not be in the darkened back room of a sex-on-premises venue like this one. Especially not this one. As if to confirm my suspicions about the identity of the intruder, a flashlight suddenly illuminated the activity that until that moment had been anonymous.

“Oh, my!” the startled voice cried as the flashlight zeroed in on a group of men indulging in a bout of sexual calisthenics.

Almost in embarrassment, the beam fluttered peripatetically around the blackened room until it concentrated on the ceiling although not before revealing the shabby, somewhat squalid surroundings in which we were coupling.

“Oh, for pity’s sake. Turn off the fucking torch,” a disgruntled denizen grumbled.

It was too late. A number of men grizzled as they joined a steady stream out the door which silhouetted them as they vacated the premises.

“Sean, where are you?”

It was because of that voice I’d come to the Paradise Club. I needed a break. I needed privacy. Oh hell, I needed my life back.

The voice took on a definite edge of irritation. “I know you’re in here, Sean. Show yourself.”

There was no way that was about to happen. Not with circumstances the way they were.

“Ma’am,” a commanding voice pierced the anonymity of the playroom. “I’m going to have to ask you to turn off your flashlight and vacate the premises immediately.”

As if in obedience, the beam suddenly went out but I knew it was more likely to be because the culprit was attempting to hide among the naked and semi-naked bodies.

“Hey, watch where you’re putting that thing,” a voice objected.

She was creeping closer.

“This is a men only venue. If you don’t come out now, Ma’am, I’m afraid I’ll have to call the police.”

Not a good move on the part of the manager because it created a veritable stampede by men who did not want their sexual peccadillos revealed to the law.

My partner either didn’t care or was stone deaf because he kept pounding my butt like a man deprived, seemingly oblivious to all that was going on around him. Not that I wasn’t pleased he could ignore the cock softening activity and voices, and continue with his task. My ass had been itching to be serviced like this ever since she’d arrived on my doorstep, killing my chances of a social life stone dead. I loved her dearly, but…

“Fuck,” my partner cried. “Someone just stepped on my toes.”

When he stopped thrusting, I was afraid he was going to pull out.

“Are you okay?” I whispered.

He must have been because he picked up his pace again and I felt my load boiling in my balls ready to squirt.

Talk about your inopportune moments; a beam of light lit up my anonymous partner’s cock disappearing into my gaping ass as well as my own erection with his hand pumping it energetically.

“Sean?”

The light moved up my body until I had to shield my eyes from the glare. I was too far gone to stop now.

“There you are,” she said.

I merely grunted my response.

“Young man,” she demanded. “Can you let him up please? I need to speak to Sean.”

My partner was more polite than I would have been. “Not a chance, ma’am. I’m about to…”

He never finished his sentence, rather he fully illustrated its meaning by a series of aggressive thrusts against my naked ass, and an increase in pressure on my dick which decided to spew up its guts as well.

There was a dignified silence broken only by our panting until my partner extracted his dick, disposing of the condom heaven knows where, before patting me on the head, thanking me for the use of my ass, leaving me with a slick puddle of cum on my belly.

“Get dressed, Sean,” she snapped. “We’ve already wasted too much time.”

I sighed, too exhausted to care that she’s seen me in all my glory. “What is it, nan?”

“There’s been another one. Another murder.”


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Gay, Drama, Erotic  Romance

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