Flight or Fight
Author: Dirk Greyson
Genre: M/M, Contemporary Western Suspense
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Release Date: Aug 5 2016
Brantley Calderone is also looking for a new life. After leaving New York and buying a ranch, he’s settling in and getting used to living at a different pace—until he finds a dead woman on his porch and himself the prime suspect in her murder.
Mack and Brantley quickly realize several things: someone is trying to frame Brantley; he is no longer safe alone on his ranch; and there’s a definite attraction developing between them, one that only increases when Mack offers to let Brantley stay in his home. But as their romance escalates, so does the killer. They’ll have to stay one step ahead and figure out who wants Brantley dead before it’s too late. Only then can they start the new life they’re both seeking—together.
He picked up his phone and made a call back East. “Linda, pick up,” he said under his breath as the phone rang.
“This better be good, sweetheart. I finally got Jim to take me out to that new restaurant. It took three months to get a reservation, and we have to leave in ten minutes.”
Brantley could practically see her hurrying through the bedroom of her Upper East Side apartment. “I came home today and found a dead body on my porch. Someone shot my real estate agent, and I think they tried to pin it on me.” He leaned forward, trying to get oxygen to his head. “I lived in New York for God knows how long, and I’ve spent a week out here, where it’s supposed to be open and where everyone knows everyone else, and there’s a dead body on my porch.” He was tempted to fucking sell the place and go back home.
“Honey, wait. Are you serious?”
“Yes.” He held his head and stroked his forehead.
“So come home. We miss you, and those people are obviously weird out there. What, do they kill each other off and put the bodies on each other’s doorsteps? Hello, Welcome Wagon,” Linda said, and Brantley knew she was throwing her hands in the air dramatically.
“I don’t think that’s how it works. But I have to tell you that being out here alone is starting to freak me out. I have every door locked, and I’m sitting in the middle of the room away from windows in case anyone is watching me. Have I told you that it’s freakishly quiet out here? There isn’t a sound except bugs and birds, and at night it’s just the bugs. No cars, nothing.”
“Then come home.”
“I can’t. You know that. Everything there has been sold, and I bought this place here.” He’d uprooted his life to find something he thought he was missing. He hadn’t expected a murder on his doorstep.
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