Alex’s Appeal
Book three in the Kindred Spirits Series
by Jenna Byrnes and Jude Mason
ISBN: 978-0-85715-247-3
Genre: Paranormal/ Gay
Publisher: Total E-Bound
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Book three in the Kindred Spirits Series
by Jenna Byrnes and Jude Mason
ISBN: 978-0-85715-247-3
Genre: Paranormal/ Gay
Publisher: Total E-Bound
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Blurb:
A
bear of a lawyer in mourning, a handsome young chef who falls head over heels,
and a mystery that threatens their happiness are just the beginning of the
events at Whisker’s Seaside Inn.
Lawyer
Alex Brookfield arrives at Whiskers’ Seaside Inn with a big decision weighing
heavily on him. He’s been offered a judgeship, and while it’s an incredible
promotion, it would mean leaving the house he shared with his late, long-time
partner. Russ died of cancer eight months ago, and although Alex is ready to
move on, he isn’t sure about such a big, permanent step.
Logan
Emerson is the inn’s chef, and wouldn’t mind cooking up something special with
the handsome attorney. He’s not concerned about their fourteen year age
difference. He just knows what he likes and isn’t afraid to go after the hunky
bear of a man.
Alex
heard stories about the inn’s ghosts from its owner, his friend and former
lover Ethan Roberts. But he’s totally unprepared for the spirit who shows up
his first night there.
Between
futile attempts to fend off the frisky young cook, and his offer to help inn
co-owner Cade Wyatt come up with a romantic marriage proposal for Ethan, Alex
finds his hands, and his bed, quite full.
Excerpt:
Chapter
One
“What kind of a crap outfit
leaves a customer standing at the door with enough luggage to choke a small
army? Lazy bunch of no good…”Alex Brookfield let the rest of the sentence fade
into nothingness while he bit the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing out
loud.
Across the beautifully
appointed lobby, he saw the owner and his good friend, Ethan Roberts, tense.
The man spun away from the picture window and faced him, a scowl distorting his
normally handsome face. An instant later, the frown faded, replaced by a
gaping-mouth look of confusion.
Alex couldn’t stop the
laughter from erupting. The look on Ethan’s face was hilarious. The wide-eyed
stare, priceless.
“Well, fuck!” Ethan managed
to get out after only a few more seconds of obvious confusion. “Alex, I should
have known it was you.”
Alex, dressed in his usual
suit and tie, strode across the floor, leaving his large suitcase where it was,
blocking the doorway. “Possibly, but I’m glad you didn’t. I haven’t had a good
belly laugh like that in months.”
With his hand extended,
Ethan took a couple of steps forward and grasped Alex’s hand, giving it an
enthusiastic shake. “Welcome to Whiskers’, Alex. It’s been too long, my
friend.” The owner of the inn patted Alex on the shoulder then pulled him
closer for a warm hug. “How are you?”
“I’m good. Thanks, Ethan.” Alex
accepted the hug. For an instant, it brought back memories of college days when
he and Ethan had been more than friends. But that was a long time ago, and
they’d parted on the best of terms. “Really, to leave a man’s luggage sitting
by the door. Anyone could walk in and swipe it, you know. And me being a lawyer
and all, I’d have to sue.” The last words came out with laughter that came
bubbling up again.
“Bloody hell, man.” Ethan
grinned and pulled him towards the front desk. “My luck, you’d do it and claim
you’ve got all the family treasures, the deeds to any property you own and the
winning lottery ticket you purchased not ten minutes ago.”
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1 comment:
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