When Rallus quits his FBI job and moves to the mountain town of Fawnskin, California, to get away from it all, he has no clue that rural life will mean falling in love with another mysterious newcomer. He falls hard and fast for Knox Baylor, who’s taken an unusual job as a shomerim, a corpse watcher at a funeral home.
For Knox, the job should be easy money, even if the hours are long...except that he falls asleep on the job and accidentally releases Mr. Harold Hoxheimer’s angry spirit, or dybbuk, which starts creating unholy havoc in Fawnskin.
Harold opens all the secret wounds festering under Fawnskin’s pretty, postcard exterior. Fawnskin is home to a fake fortune teller who blackmails residents but hides an even more sinister secret. And why do individuals keep dying in the old people’s home? Rallus barely has time to deal with these problems when a grizzly murder takes place and a small boy is abducted.
As they investigate, Rallus and Knox find that nothing is what it seems in this once-quiet town with the warm and fuzzy name...everybody has a secret, and some are willing to go to deadly lengths to keep them.
How can they keep Mr. Hoxheimer’s vengeful dybbuk from jumping from one host body to the next? What exactly does he want? And can Rallus and Knox defeat the growing evil with true love?
This book has been previously published and re-released.
…Rallus sighed. He ran his hand over his close-cropped, jet-black hair. “I’m a private man. I hate…scrutiny.”
“I know you do. Come here, baby.”
A muscle in Rallus’s cheek twitched, and his nostrils flared, but he came to the bed, crawling across the thick covers. Naked and muscular without being over-the-top, he was a marvelous specimen.
“Mmm…you’re hard,” Adrian murmured. He had become fixated with Rallus’s huge, uncut cock, never having experienced one before. He held it reverently in his fingers as Rallus hovered over him and sucked one of Adrian’s nipples into his mouth. Adrian jumped. His body was so finely tuned to this stranger’s touch that it responded to the smallest amount of pressure.
Rallus grunted. “Hmm. Something’s going on here.” He reached down and grabbed Adrian’s cock. Adrian felt insecure about his dick in comparison with Rallus’s majestic weapon, but Rallus had spent a lot of time lavishing it with his warm, ravenous mouth.
His mouth went back to it now, and Adrian’s body arched toward him. Adrian watched his lover lick the slit, and then kiss it. Rallus sucked Adrian’s cockhead into his mouth, released it, kissed the tip again, and with a sly smile, swallowed his cock whole.
Adrian almost exploded but held off as Rallus came off his cock again.
“Put the blindfold back on,” Rallus ordered, and Adrian obeyed. He would in that moment have done anything Rallus asked of him…
