BN.com Gift Guide

The Gravedigger's Brawl

( 16 )

Overview

Dr. Wyatt Case is never happier than when he’s walking the halls of his history museum. Playing wingman for his best friend at Gravedigger’s Tavern throws him way out of his comfort zone, but not as much as the eccentric man behind the bar, Ash Lucroix.

Ash is everything Wyatt doesn’t understand: exuberant, quirky, and elbow deep in a Gaslight lifestyle that weaves history into everyday life. He coordinates his suspenders with his tongue rings....

See more details below
Other sellers (Paperback)
  • All (5) from $9.94   
  • New (3) from $10.22   
  • Used (2) from $9.94   
The Gravedigger's Brawl

Available on NOOK devices and apps  
  • NOOK Devices
  • Samsung Galaxy Tab 4 NOOK 7.0
  • Samsung Galaxy Tab 4 NOOK 10.1
  • NOOK HD Tablet
  • NOOK HD+ Tablet
  • NOOK eReaders
  • NOOK Color
  • NOOK Tablet
  • Tablet/Phone
  • NOOK for Windows 8 Tablet
  • NOOK for iOS
  • NOOK for Android
  • NOOK Kids for iPad
  • PC/Mac
  • NOOK for Windows 8
  • NOOK for PC
  • NOOK for Mac
  • NOOK for Web

Want a NOOK? Explore Now

NOOK Book (eBook)
$6.99
BN.com price

Overview

Dr. Wyatt Case is never happier than when he’s walking the halls of his history museum. Playing wingman for his best friend at Gravedigger’s Tavern throws him way out of his comfort zone, but not as much as the eccentric man behind the bar, Ash Lucroix.

Ash is everything Wyatt doesn’t understand: exuberant, quirky, and elbow deep in a Gaslight lifestyle that weaves history into everyday life. He coordinates his suspenders with his tongue rings. Within hours, Wyatt and Ash are hooked.

But strange things are afoot at Gravedigger’s, and after a knock to the head, Ash starts seeing things that can’t be explained by old appliances or faulty wiring. Soon everyone at Gravedigger’s is wondering if they’re seeing ghosts, or just going crazy. The answer to that question could end more than just Wyatt and Ash’s fragile relationship—it might also end their lives.

Read More Show Less

Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781937551537
  • Publisher: Riptide Publishing, LLC
  • Publication date: 10/28/2012
  • Pages: 200
  • Sales rank: 1,316,743
  • Product dimensions: 5.25 (w) x 8.00 (h) x 0.46 (d)

Meet the Author

Abigail Roux was born and raised in North Carolina. A past volleyball star who specializes in sarcasm and painful historical accuracy, she currently spends her time coaching high school volleyball and investigating the mysteries of single motherhood. Any spare time is spent living and dying with every Atlanta Braves and Carolina Panthers game of the year. Abigail has a daughter, Little Roux, who is the light of her life, a boxer, four rescued cats who play an ongoing live-action variation of Call of Duty throughout the house, a certifiable extended family down the road, and a cast of thousands in her head.

To learn more about Abigail, please visit http://www.abigailroux.com/.
Read More Show Less

Read an Excerpt

The Gravedigger's Brawl


By Abigail Roux, Tiffany Maxwell, Rachel Haimowitz

Riptide Publishing

Copyright © 2012 Abigail Roux
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-937551-53-7


CHAPTER 1

Dr. Wyatt Case sat at his desk with his eyes closed, listening for the sound of footsteps in the outer office. His assistant had orders to stop anyone trying to see him with as much fanfare as possible so he'd have time to prepare for the confrontation. Or hide. But she was on her lunch hour and Wyatt was on his own for the moment.

The outer door creaked open and his entire body began to tense as if anticipating a physical blow. There were two voices—one male, one female—discussing his whereabouts. Wyatt slid out of his chair to his knees and crawled into the kick space beneath his antique desk.

He wasn't ashamed, either.

It had been a stressful week and Wyatt wasn't used to that kind of thing. His mind wasn't built for strain, and his museum ran smoothly for the most part. But the trustees had been at him all week, jabbering about how the construction of the museum's new wing was hurting attendance and they needed a fresh exhibit to draw in the crowds.

Wyatt hated to tell them, but the only crowds the Virginia Historical Society would be drawing this time of year were screaming schoolchildren and die-hard history buffs who would come to the museum regardless of construction or new exhibits. In late September, the summer crowds were all gone, and the weather was nice enough that people were still trying to squeeze life and fresh air from the outdoors.

There was a curt knock, and the door to his office opened.

"Now where in the world could he be?" Edgar Reth, the acting president of the society grumbled.

Wyatt closed his eyes, putting his hand over his mouth. One snicker and he was done for.

"It is almost lunchtime," a woman said. Emelda Ramsay had sat on the board since before Wyatt was born. She was old Virginia money, concerned with nothing but the welfare of the museum and the historical society, rising above the politics and financial pressures that many trustees had fallen to over the years. She had been a key proponent of Wyatt's when he'd been brought to Richmond to take over the museum and Wyatt considered her a friend and mentor. It was certainly bad form to be hiding from her beneath the very desk her grandfather had donated, but that was life. He was tired of her having to defend him from Reth, who was a pompous ass, but had clout. If Wyatt couldn't please the trustees, not even Emelda could save him.

Emelda's sensible flats echoed on the hardwood floors as she walked toward the desk. "I'll just leave him a note," she said as her feet came into view.

Wyatt rolled his eyes. This was ridiculous. He crawled out from under the desk, and Emelda gasped as he appeared at her feet.

"Dr. Case!" She pressed her hand to her chest.

Wyatt stood, dusting off his sleeves. "My apologies, Emelda, I didn't mean to frighten you."

"Dr. Case, what in the world were you doing under there?" Reth demanded.

Wyatt glanced at him, schooling his features into innocence. "Pilates."

"You do Pilates under your desk?"

"You don't?" Wyatt asked, eyes going wide.

Emelda cleared her throat and smoothed a hand over her smart blazer. "Indeed."

"What can I do for you?" Wyatt asked as he looked between them.

Reth waved a file folder at him. "Have you seen the most recent numbers?"

"Why yes, Dr. Reth, I believe you emailed them to me. Three times. And had a courier deliver them to me. At my home. Which ... wasn't creepy at all."

"Dr. Case, do you realize that we're talking about your future here at the museum?" Reth asked. Wyatt could practically see the steam rising from his head.

Wyatt rubbed a finger across his eyebrow and nodded. He'd given them idea after idea, exhausting his mental stores as he laid out plans for all the possible exhibits they could create with the artifacts they had on hand. They couldn't get any artifacts of significance on loan in the short period of time before the new exhibit was due, they couldn't purchase or barter anything new, and they couldn't pull magic out of their asses.

If they had listened to Wyatt and his subordinates when the plans for the new wing had been pushed through, they could have been prepared. Wyatt had tried to show them the cost of the remodel, and not just the monetary cost. He'd been overruled, though, and now they seemed shocked by the drop in attendance.

Reth tossed the file onto the desk. "If a solution is not presented to the board by the end of the week, you're done here, Case. Is that clear enough?"

"Crystal," Wyatt said through gritted teeth.

Reth turned on his heel and stormed out of the office. Wyatt sighed and turned to Emelda, who was shaking her head and frowning.

"He's going to ask for your dismissal next month if we don't have something spectacular to show the trustees."

"I know."

Emelda patted his arm and smiled encouragingly. "I have faith."

Wyatt couldn't help but laugh. "In what?"

She raised her eyebrows and cocked her head, surprised. "In you, Dr. Case."

Wyatt smiled weakly as she walked away. She shut the office door behind her, and Wyatt sank to his chair and held his head in his hands. After a few minutes to compose himself, he glanced up at one of the framed posters on his wall, a copy of an original Thurston show marquee. It advertised "the Great Magician" and pictured Thurston at a desk, bent over a large tome being held up by red imps. The Devil leaned over him, reading over his shoulder and holding his oil lamp for him.

Wyatt glared balefully at the imps. He kind of knew how the man in the poster felt, his work aided and encouraged by evil.

What he needed was inspiration. Or somewhere better to hide than under his desk. As the head curator, such nebulous things as new exhibits, attendance, and public interest were Wyatt's responsibility, and he would take the fall when the numbers showed hard losses over the construction. But every single suggestion he'd brought forth had been shot down as being too staid or not capable of drawing in the younger crowd. Virginia at War. Lincoln's Private War. The World at War! The only one the trustees had really liked was How to Tell Your Curator to Stick It up His Ass.

Wyatt was prepared to tell them that if they wanted a younger crowd, they were going to need a younger curator. At thirty-eight, he didn't consider himself old, but he was out of ideas and out of touch with the target audience.

That was one good thing about his line of work, though; historians never went out of style. In theory. But Wyatt knew you couldn't force an interest in history on people. You couldn't manufacture a love for it out of a few interesting baubles and trinkets being put on display, no matter how cleverly they were presented. It had to be organic, a spark of knowledge put into the mind. All you could do was offer the truth to the masses and hope they found it as fascinating as it was.

Another knock at his door made him wince, but he didn't have time to duck beneath his desk before the door opened.

To his eternal relief, Noah Drake stuck his head in and grinned at him. "You're hiding from the suits, aren't you?"

Wyatt sighed. "They caught me even though I just spent two minutes crouching under my desk."

"Dignified."

"There's a disturbing amount of head room under there."

Noah grinned wider and nodded as he stepped inside. "Some people pay big money for that."

"Wildly inappropriate."

Noah laughed. "Come on. We're going to lunch."

"We are?" Wyatt asked with a hint of dread.

The last time he had let Noah drag him somewhere, he'd wound up in Virginia Beach without a car and mysteriously missing his socks and boxers. Noah rode a motorcycle to work and his long hair was often pulled into a ponytail as he lectured. Like Wyatt, he was openly gay. And God help the poor soul who made a derogatory comment, because while Noah may have had an Ivy League degree, he also had several Krav Maga belts at home.

Noah laughed as Wyatt frowned at him. "Don't look at me like I'm about to eat your canary. Come on, I promise nothing untoward will happen."

Wyatt sighed and then allowed himself a small smile as he stood and grabbed his coat. He was already placing bets on whether or not the bartender was going to have sleeves. "I assume I'm driving?"

"Actually, we're walking. I heard about this great place in the Fan last weekend." They stepped out into the hall and Wyatt turned to lock his office door.

The Fan District was an aptly named neighborhood nestled across the street from the museum, called that because of the way its streets fanned out from its center. The Fan District was one of Richmond, Virginia's lovingly restored historic districts, full of converted condos, restaurants, and used books stores. It was a history buff's dream, an emo kid's hunting ground, and getting trendier and therefore less authentic all the time. He thought they'd hit every restaurant in the Fan, but it seemed like new ones popped up every week. Wyatt had no problem wandering into the area for a little lunch.

He did have a problem with the mischievous glint in Noah's eyes, however.

"What's the catch?" he asked.

"No catch."

Wyatt stopped at the outer door and gestured for Noah to peer around the corner.

"This is escalating quickly," Noah said, but he humored Wyatt and looked around the corner for any trustees on the prowl.

Once he gave the all clear, they made their way to the employee exit. Lately, Wyatt felt like he was in a live action version of Spy vs. Spy, and it was only getting worse.

"This is some dive that serves heart attacks, isn't it?" Wyatt asked.

"Wyatt, I promise, there's no catch. Just a nice walk and some lunch. Why," Noah asked with a narrowing of his eyes that didn't camouflage the mischief. "What have you heard?"

"They have a hot bartender or waiter or something and you're dragging me there as cannon fodder so you can flirt with some buff guy in cutoffs."

"Hardly!" They nodded to the security guard at the staff entrance and stepped out into the chilly autumn afternoon. "He's not really buff."

Wyatt snorted.

"And I doubt he wears cutoffs. I like them a little more—"

"Please, spare me any details."

"Closet case."

"Flaming whore."

"Touché."

They stopped at the streetlight and waited to cross the busy street named simply Boulevard. The boundary between the Fan and the boutiques of Carytown, Boulevard was lined on each side with turn-of-the-century houses, most restored, others still languishing as rundown condos with bikes and Christmas lights hanging off their once-splendid balconies. It wasn't hard to imagine it as it had been in its glory days, though.

Wyatt grinned and shook his head as they crossed the four lanes and wide grassy median at a jog. The wind whipped at them and sent dried leaves skittering across the road at their feet. It had been a mild mid-Atlantic summer and was cold now at the end of September. Wyatt wasn't complaining, though. He would much rather bundle himself up in a jacket than suffer through the sweltering summers and warm falls the Eastern seaboard was accustomed to.

They walked down the sidewalk, shoulders brushing. "So, tell me about your latest conquest. And then tell me why you need to drag me along."

"I figured you'd do anything to avoid Reth," Noah said wryly.

"A fair assumption."

"So play wingman for me and stop complaining. I met this guy at the shop. He's got this great World War-era bike," Noah said.

"I see." Wyatt pulled the collar of his coat up against the chill. "One or two?"

"He's only got the one."

"World War I or II," Wyatt asked.

"Oh. Irrelevant to the story, but II," Noah answered. He was wearing a stupid grin, not going into further detail about the bike because he knew Wyatt neither understood nor cared about any more of the particulars. Noah spent a lot of his spare time at the motorcycle shop on the seedier end of Boulevard, the one right next to the tattoo parlor with the checkered floor. Wyatt sometimes suspected he owned part of the place.

"He told me he tended bar at this place in the Fan and that I'd like it, so I checked it out this weekend. It's got great ambience." Noah gave a dramatic flip of his hand.

"Ambience. People only talk about ambience when there's nothing else good to say, Noah."

"No, Wy, you're gonna love it. The food's pretty good too."

"Uh-huh. And since you've already got an in with this guy, you need me why?"

"Because I think you'd really like the place."

Wyatt stopped short and turned to glare at his companion. "This guy doesn't have a friend, does he? Are you trying to set me up?"

"I'm sure he's got no friends. No friends at all."

"Noah!"

"No friends, I swear!"

Wyatt narrowed his eyes and glared for another moment, but Noah's innocuous stare never wavered, so Wyatt turned and began walking again, smiling grudgingly. He had the very distinct feeling that he was being set up with some random guy Noah had found at a bike rally or something. But there wasn't much he could do about it if he wanted to duck the trustees, which seemed the greater of two evils just now.

Wyatt didn't date seriously; he just didn't have the time or interest in it. He had always been happy on his own. But he would have fucked a polar bear if it meant not being bothered by Edgar Reth today.

When they got to the bar, Wyatt found a beautifully restored Victorian with a carved wooden sign hanging outside that read Gravedigger's Tavern. A chalk marquee on the sidewalk indicated the day's specials in a pleasant scrawl, and below that, Olde Richmond Towne Ghost Tours was permanently advertised in paint.

"Fun," Wyatt drawled. "Do you have to be wearing eyeliner to get in?"

"Don't read too much into the façade," Noah said as he took Wyatt's elbow and pulled him to the door.

It wasn't all that crowded because they were behind the lunch crowd, and it looked like the few patrons inside the tavern were regulars. No one sat at the tiny booths that lined the walls of the long, narrow room. Instead, the four people in the establishment were all leaning against the bar that covered the length of one wall, talking with each other and the man serving. One patron wore a long black trench coat. A young woman wore red and black striped tights under a leather miniskirt. Two others wore work vests and had orange hard hats on the stools beside them. An eclectic assortment, to say the least.

Wyatt gave the surroundings a wary glance. It wasn't dirty or greasy like he had expected from a place an acquaintance of Noah's worked, but it looked ... well-used. In fact, Wyatt liked the vintage feel of the place. The walls were dark and rich, covered with black and wine-colored brocade fabric, and there were antique sconces along the walls that filtered soft light into the room. The ceiling sported tin tiles, and all the woodwork in the place seemed to be original to the old Victorian structure. At night it would probably be quite intimate. The dark wooden floor appeared to be original as well; it was smooth and dull from years of use, any wax or lacquer long worn away.

Noah waved to the bartender and slid into the nearest booth. The man nodded at Noah and smiled as he wiped out a glass with a dishrag.

"Is that the guy?" Wyatt asked as he sat across from Noah and shifted on the leather seat. It was real leather, he was surprised to find, worn and smooth from age and use.

"That's Ash. He's hot, right?"

Ash was a good-looking guy: dark curls, darker eyes, tall and wiry. Wyatt tried not to smile. "Not what I was expecting."

Noah raised an eyebrow.

"Big muscles, braided ponytail, goatee with beads in it."

Noah snorted and rolled his eyes, looking away with a smile and shake of his head.

"Sleeveless leather vest and patches that say 'The bitch fell off' on the back."

Noah laughed, holding out his hand to make Wyatt stop. "You have a low opinion of my taste in men."

"Not low. Just ... you know, leather-bound and hairy."

"You suck," Noah said as a woman with purple hair came up to take their orders.

She must've caught Noah's words, because she grinned at Wyatt and said, "You'll be popular in certain circles then."

Noah threw his head back and cackled. Wyatt could feel himself blushing, thankful for the low light and the heavy curtains on the windows.


(Continues...)

Excerpted from The Gravedigger's Brawl by Abigail Roux, Tiffany Maxwell, Rachel Haimowitz. Copyright © 2012 Abigail Roux. Excerpted by permission of Riptide Publishing.
All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
Excerpts are provided by Dial-A-Book Inc. solely for the personal use of visitors to this web site.

Read More Show Less

Customer Reviews

Average Rating 4.5
( 16 )
Rating Distribution

5 Star

(6)

4 Star

(8)

3 Star

(2)

2 Star

(0)

1 Star

(0)

Your Rating:

Your Name: Create a Pen Name or

Barnes & Noble.com Review Rules

Our reader reviews allow you to share your comments on titles you liked, or didn't, with others. By submitting an online review, you are representing to Barnes & Noble.com that all information contained in your review is original and accurate in all respects, and that the submission of such content by you and the posting of such content by Barnes & Noble.com does not and will not violate the rights of any third party. Please follow the rules below to help ensure that your review can be posted.

Reviews by Our Customers Under the Age of 13

We highly value and respect everyone's opinion concerning the titles we offer. However, we cannot allow persons under the age of 13 to have accounts at BN.com or to post customer reviews. Please see our Terms of Use for more details.

What to exclude from your review:

Please do not write about reviews, commentary, or information posted on the product page. If you see any errors in the information on the product page, please send us an email.

Reviews should not contain any of the following:

  • - HTML tags, profanity, obscenities, vulgarities, or comments that defame anyone
  • - Time-sensitive information such as tour dates, signings, lectures, etc.
  • - Single-word reviews. Other people will read your review to discover why you liked or didn't like the title. Be descriptive.
  • - Comments focusing on the author or that may ruin the ending for others
  • - Phone numbers, addresses, URLs
  • - Pricing and availability information or alternative ordering information
  • - Advertisements or commercial solicitation

Reminder:

  • - By submitting a review, you grant to Barnes & Noble.com and its sublicensees the royalty-free, perpetual, irrevocable right and license to use the review in accordance with the Barnes & Noble.com Terms of Use.
  • - Barnes & Noble.com reserves the right not to post any review -- particularly those that do not follow the terms and conditions of these Rules. Barnes & Noble.com also reserves the right to remove any review at any time without notice.
  • - See Terms of Use for other conditions and disclaimers.
Search for Products You'd Like to Recommend

Recommend other products that relate to your review. Just search for them below and share!

Create a Pen Name

Your Pen Name is your unique identity on BN.com. It will appear on the reviews you write and other website activities. Your Pen Name cannot be edited, changed or deleted once submitted.

 
Your Pen Name can be any combination of alphanumeric characters (plus - and _), and must be at least two characters long.

Continue Anonymously
Sort by: Showing all of 16 Customer Reviews
  • Posted November 8, 2012

    more from this reviewer

    My Review: Okay, I'll admit it...I definitely judge books by the

    My Review:
    Okay, I'll admit it...I definitely judge books by their covers and this is a book I avoided (although I know and love this author's writing) just because of that cover. It looks too much like a historical and then I read the description and it's about a history museum curator, which meant I immediately pushed it aside. I don't read historical. Well, after hearing several good reviews, I finally broke down and picked up this book. I am so glad I did, because I WRONGLY judged this book by its cover. It's a GOOD book and extremely contemporary!

    Not only is this book a romance (actually there are a couple of romantic story lines within this one), but it's also a really awesome, creepy ghost story. I made the mistake of reading it after everyone went to bed and will admit to getting a bit spooked. I've read several ghost stories over the last few weeks, but none were quite as spooky as this one managed to be. I'm not normally a person who goes for scary, but this one was so good...it worked for me.

    Wyatt is a museum curator who is stressed at work and on the verge of losing his job because foot traffic is down while they are renovating part of the museum (big "duh"...he warned the Board that would happen). Nick also works at the museum and is his best friend. He drags Wyatt down to Gravedigger's Tavern to distract him and to introduce him to Ash. Nick has his own fascination going with the bar owner, Caleb. But there are strange things happening at Gravedigger's. There's always been rumors about ghost-sightings there, but all of a sudden everything is starting to ramp up...just in time for Halloween.

    This book had just the perfect amount of creepy and romance. I really liked Wyatt and Ash. Wyatt is your typical history geek...kind of awkward, kind of shy. Whereas, Ash is a bartender...a really, really good-looking one. That leaves Wyatt off-kilter and he's the one to throw the first wrench into their relationship which hurts Ash. I liked the way that was all written...it just seemed really honest and right on the way so many relationships work. Ash puts himself out there with Wyatt and then Wyatt blows it...not because he likes Ash, but because he likes him too much and is freaking out. Add in some super-creepy ghosts threatening Ash and this was just the perfect mix of emotion, angst, and suspense. LOVED it!!

    I received a complimentary copy of this book in return for an honest review.

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted April 26, 2013

    It was pretty good. I liked the characters a lot, but felt the e

    It was pretty good. I liked the characters a lot, but felt the ending a bit of a let-down. Not in what happened, but how it played out to get there. I was expecting a lot more involvement from the characters in order to solve the problem. Ending felt a bit too quick and easy.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Posted January 31, 2014

    more from this reviewer

     YES!! YES!! YES!! The blurb about this book sounded really int

     YES!! YES!! YES!!

    The blurb about this book sounded really interesting and after actually reading the book... it went above and beyond my expectations. I loved everything about this book. The characters were well developed and interesting. The atmosphere was well thought out and executed perfectly. The story is phenomenal and it flowed really well. The snarky banter and humor was well timed. The mystery and creep factor are amazing! I thought it was very interesting and genius how Roux incorporates real history with the LaLauries (Delphine LaLaurie) with her own fictional history. I never once got bored. And let's give a very well deserved nod to the sex! Oh YES! YES! YES!I loved everything about this. 

    Wyatt is a curator or the museum and is about to lose his job unless he can drum up some business. Ash is a flair bartender at the Gravdigger's Brawl, which is rumored to be haunted. Wyatt's friend and coworker, Noah, sets him up with Ash and things turn out really good *waggles eyebrows*. Long story short... Wyatt researches the local ghost tours and finds out some very interesting facts about the Gravdigger's Brawl. This is just creeptastically scary! I don't want to say much more because I don't want to give anything away. 

    "The Curse" that Abigail Roux talks about... well, let's just say that my kindle fire crashed twice while reading this and both at crucial moments in the story. New fan here!! Can't wait to read more from this author. 

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted August 22, 2013

    Very good book. I read this right after I finished the 7th book

    Very good book. I read this right after I finished the 7th book in Abi's Cut & Run series. It's not as good as Cut & Run (one of my favorite series of all time), but it was definitely worth the read!

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Posted August 1, 2013

    I Also Recommend:

    Very Good

    Very Good

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted May 29, 2013

    I'd like to see a second book to get to know more about Nick and

    I'd like to see a second book to get to know more about Nick and Caleb. And further adventures! I definitely recommend this book.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Posted April 3, 2013

    Summary Gravedigger's Brawl by Abigail Roux is both a Gothic hor

    Summary
    Gravedigger's Brawl by Abigail Roux is both a Gothic horror story and romance novel with neo-Victorian overtones and a historical mystery. It's a fabulous combination of well balanced elements which will make you shiver first with a sexual tingle and then with fright. The author creates a tavern full of interesting characters and an ambiance which jumps right off the page. Gravedigger's Brawl is not so deep in the horror genre that romance fans should fear to read it. However, beware you may be inspired to buy a corset and attend a costume party where steampunk inventions are displayed and absinthe is the drink of choice.

    Fantasy World
    This story occurs mainly in a fictional tavern in the historic city of Richmond, Virginia. The city and locations are so beautifully described you'll be shocked to find out some of them aren't actual places. Some of the history used in the book is actually real and shockingly not fictional. It's a fabulous combination.

    Tingle Factor
    Expect tingles in your naughty bits as well as raised hairs on the back of your neck. Wyatt and Ash do not shy away from full man on man action and Ash's tongue piercing may cause you to drool.

    Romance
    Gravedigger's Brawl may have many elements but the romance is not neglected. Wyatt steps up to prove he cares about what happens to Ash when bad things happen. This story isn't just about the sex or the paranormal mystery.

    Drama
    The author keeps tension high at Gravedigger's Tavern with ghostly apparitions, odd noises, and suspicious events. Wyatt is also kept in a state of uproar by museum issues and a rabid Board of Trustee member.

    Hero#1
    Dr. Wyatt Case is a bumbling historian with few social skills but lots of knowledge. He's trying to save his job while exploring an attraction to a hot bartender and doing a little paranormal investigating on the side. Wyatt is very likeable even when he's being terribly awkward. He's openly gay, but that is not his defining characteristic nor does it make him wimpy or a flaming queen.

    Hero#2
    Ash Lucroix is a fabulous character from his guyliner all the way down to his suspenders. He makes Victorian fashion cool again while juggling liquor bottles at a trendy bar in Richmond. Ash is a real person with wants, needs, and emotions instead of the amazingly attractive but shallow stereotype used in so many books. Ash can wear eyeliner as well as any rock star and without it being the least bit feminine.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted March 29, 2013

    I love everything by Abigail Roux, but this is definitely in my

    I love everything by Abigail Roux, but this is definitely in my favorites, and a good ghost story to boot. Spooky without being overly disgusting or violent, my favorite kind of ghost story. As usual, the characters and their chemistry together are the author's strongest point. They feel so real and I get so attached to every one of them, not only the two leads (who are totally yummy).

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted February 22, 2013

    Highly Recommend

    I love a good ghost story and I love a good M/M romance novel. Put the two together and you've got The Gravedigger's Brawl. All the characters are well done, realistic, and lovable. There's humor, some steamy scenes, and a good deal of suspense. I don't know how Abigail Roux could top herself, but I do hope there's a sequel or at least some flash fiction in the future because I didn't want this one to end. Well done on every level. And, I just have to say, the cover is one of my all time favorites.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Posted December 1, 2012

    A surprisingly good story

    Combine mystery, supernatural and relationships in equal doses and I'm in. "The Gravedigger's Brawl" was wonderful - didn't know the author but will watch for more.
    Recommended.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted September 5, 2014

    No text was provided for this review.

  • Anonymous

    Posted November 10, 2012

    No text was provided for this review.

  • Anonymous

    Posted September 25, 2013

    No text was provided for this review.

  • Anonymous

    Posted March 27, 2013

    No text was provided for this review.

  • Anonymous

    Posted August 18, 2013

    No text was provided for this review.

  • Anonymous

    Posted October 18, 2012

    No text was provided for this review.

Sort by: Showing all of 16 Customer Reviews

If you find inappropriate content, please report it to Barnes & Noble
Why is this product inappropriate?
Comments (optional)