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Selling It

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by Sara York
 

Teens are dying and Blaine Wilson, a DC police detective, knows why, but his secret is his to keep. Blaine’s trips to gay bars are reckless, but he’s searching for solace for his wounds. When he meets Andy everything changes. Will dating Andy force him out of the closet at work, and worse, will he have to spill the truth about his past to his

Overview

Teens are dying and Blaine Wilson, a DC police detective, knows why, but his secret is his to keep. Blaine’s trips to gay bars are reckless, but he’s searching for solace for his wounds. When he meets Andy everything changes. Will dating Andy force him out of the closet at work, and worse, will he have to spill the truth about his past to his captain?

Andy doesn’t want to fall for Blaine, but he’s lost to the man. Their passion is molten, and no tragedy can keep them apart, or can it? Evil comes knocking and Blaine has to take drastic action. Will he save his lover and Andy’s friends without losing himself?

Product Details

BN ID:
2940154262689
Publisher:
Sara York
Publication date:
04/24/2017
Sold by:
Draft2Digital
Format:
NOOK Book
Sales rank:
500,294
File size:
490 KB

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Blaine couldn’t have imagined a worse ending. Blood covered the floor of the shit motel room and sprayed up the walls, almost to the ceiling. He glanced down at the broken body and cringed. The neck wound had probably caused most of this mess. His heart squeezed and his eyes burned. Blaine pinched the bridge of his nose to stop any tears from falling. Hell, he was a seasoned detective and shouldn’t show weakness, plus if the others found out it would come back to haunt him. There’d be jokes around the station about him crying like a baby. He shivered. No emotion, and no weakness.

He’d seen this kind of injury before. He knew the boy had felt the pain, suffering in death just as he’d suffered in life. Unconsciously, Blaine’s right hand sought out his own scars. First the fingers of his right hand grazed his left collarbone, then his left ribs, finally coming to rest on his right hip. Then, realizing what he was doing, he covered his movements by cocking his hip to the side and resting his hand there, as if he were casually observing the scene. Casual was far from how he felt. His blood boiled and his head spun.

The boy must have been scared shitless. He’d seen the knife coming at him—had to have.

“Hey, Wilson, how come you always stand like that at murder scenes? Never mind, I’m sure ice water runs through your veins.” His partner, Lucy Abbot, sauntered into the room. She was short, sassy and quick to laugh. Eventually, after he’d worked with her for long enough, she would expect answers that he wouldn’t want to give. Why didn’t he date, what was his hang-up about girls? Ugh, maybe he should...but no, not yet.

“This is a mess,” Blaine said.

“People round here don’t know how to murder clean. Always is a mess.” Lucy pulled on a pair of gloves and flexed her fingers.

“He’s probably around fifteen, maybe sixteen.” Blaine knew the kid had to have been desperate. It was the only reason anyone would pick this life filled with skanky hook-ups, all for a little cash.

“Think he had family?” Lucy bent down to examine the body.

“Abbot, everyone has family. The question is why they didn’t give a rip shit about him.”

Her gaze connected with his. She looked hurt. “They might have cared and just didn’t know what to do.”

“No mother or father would ever want their little boy out here selling himself like this.”

“We don’t know he was a prostitute.”

Blaine looked away from the body, no longer able to stomach the scene. “The kid was a pro. Look at how skinny he was. His fingernails are black, his knees worn. Just look at the red marks. He spent his free time on his knees, either blowing or being screwed.”

“Poor kid.” Lucy’s voice was full of pity.

Blaine didn’t want to think about the life the kid had lived. Didn’t want to think about the desperation of not knowing where your next meal would come from. The self-loathing and hate that accompanied turning tricks, or the false bravado the kid would’ve had to have to keep up the life.

Flashes of desperate nights and lonely days played through his head. He blocked them out, focusing on the meticulous tasks of gathering evidence. The crime scene techs were doing their job, but he couldn’t sit still. He slid on gloves and began sorting through the boy’s clothes.

The kid'’s shoes were dirty and eaten through at the sole. Somehow the shoes had escaped the bloody mess. They must have been taken off before he was attacked.

Blaine carefully bagged each shoe. Next, he folded the shirt where it lay and slid the material into an evidence bag. He bunched the underwear and pants together so he didn’t drop any stray hairs or fibres, then placed them in a separate bag.

After labelling each bag he called the photographer over and had them take shots of the bagged clothes and the flooring underneath where the clothing had been flung.

Lucy finished her conversation with one of the crime scene techs and made her way towards him. For a moment he wondered what she would say if she knew the truth about him. No one in DC had any idea. Hell, no one in his life knew of his past.

“Did it look like the clothes had been removed before death?” Lucy asked.

“Probably so. The techies will need to have the final say on that. What about you? Any thoughts?”

“Whoever did this is a bastard.”

Meet the Author

Sara York lives in the southern United States with her family and dogs. Sara loves romance that takes you to distant worlds where you could be a princess or a warrior. She enjoys reading about far away places, but writing is her passion. Her favourite vacation would be to spend the day at the beach while reading or writing a good book.

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Selling It 4.4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 5 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This was a good attempt at a romatica thriller. The basic concept and ideas were there, but it felt a bit rushed to me. The main characters fall in love within days of meeting each other and go through a lot of drama, but never seem to have any problems outside of the external issues. So while the message of the story was good, the pacing could have used some work, which sounds weird considering it was 350 pgs long. Overall, it was a decent m/m book.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
"Did that guy leave you? Ill take you."
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
STAHP HOGGING ALL THE SLAVES!!! /:(
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