Into a Crack!

Into a Crack: The Capstone Novel

It’s been five years in reality, but only three months in the retro world of Michael McCree and Simon Hart, private dicks.

Let me back up a little to tell you…I wrote a well-received gay retro series called The Gaslight Mysteries, starting around seven years ago. The novels are self-contained, but they absoslutely trace a certain edgy relationship in a universe called “Dun Linden, Ireland.”

Here’s a synopsis of the novels:

~Heart to Hart: A roustabout with a secret falls arse-over-bollocks for a surly, angry PI. Together, they solve a mystery but start their own, much deeper one.

~Sparring with Shadows:  A man fights his inner demons while confronting his horny flat-mate, a determined swordsman, and a dangerous criminal.

~To the Bone: A pesky newcomer burrows like a tick between the two PIs even as they struggle to fight crime and to understand each other’s most secret desires.

~Thin as Smoke: Hollow-chested Dashiell Hammett stands between Michael and Simon like a blunt revolver, and his presence in a Mafia hunt threatens to dead-end their edgy relationship.

~Masters of Cane: Even Simon is surprised at the true meaning of “cane master” in this novel of sex, crime, and punishment.

~Into a Crack: Pun definitely intended…Michael and Simon’s real nemesis slips out of a staunch prison and into a crack. Their job is to bring an arch enemy to justice—get cracking! 

We left the PIs in Masters of Cane—duking it out for the title of master—a short time after they poured Samuel Dashiell Hammett onto a ship bound for the USA. The newest novel finds them…well, here’s the novel intro:

For PIs Michael McCree and Simon Hart, life has become…if not humdrum, then unusually calm. Routine cases, daily training with their band of back-street urchins, the incessant games of sex and innuendo—all of it takes on a keener edge when they learn that an arch enemy has somehow slipped through a crack in Ireland’s stalwart law enforcement system. Instead of quietly leaving the country, their implacable opponent is out for blood…namely, the blood of two sleuths named Michael and Simon.

The enemy is desperate, and greedy too. Some of the the ones fighting alongside the PIs are excellent, some are rather good, and a few are outright dishonest.

Nothing stirs their imagination and, um, base instincts like raw danger. Both men find themselves sliding into more than one crack in the Roaring Twenties city of Dun Linden as they alternately evade and pursue, duck and dodge, parry and thrust—starting in the bedroom of their own Victorian flat.

I wrote this mystery both as a finale and an homage—a fitting end, and a tip of the bowler to the five mysteries that came before. Funny how the words still come tripping off the tongue of my keyboard when I get under the skin of these guys. I guess this series really is my best, and the one I’ve invested most love on, because I’m besotted with both the rogues.

I hope readers will get a little drunk too.

Here’s a brief excerpt from early in the novel, when aloof Simon gets snagged with his own weapon.

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After Simon complains about Michael’s fast driving… From Chapter 7, “Buggering Around…”

Tell me, damnit.”

“I love …I love it.”

“How much, Simon?”

“Put me in bed, damn you…damn you…before it’s too late.”

Michael obediently faced him, cupping his butt cheeks, lifting him and walking to the bed, where he threw him on the surface and turned him over. Straddling his back, he whispered, “Kneel, face on the pillow, spread your legs.”

By then Simon was moments from exploding. “Too fast, I’ll come too fast…”

Michael ignored his pleas, Bringing his fingertips around to his granite nipples, he began to pull and squeeze, all the while letting his cock search for its target. In moments, he was inside…somehow…smooth, slow, tight…

“Ye think I’m a bad driver, love.”

He moaned into the linen sheet. “Nooooo…”

“So I’ll try to go slow.”

“Faster, I need you…faster…”

“What about the speed limit, Simon?”

He was almost crying, wanting the hungry cock to devour his secret spot, needing Michael to go fast and hard…

“Fast, you sodding—faster!”

“Remember that,” Michael grated in his ear before his tongue began to fuck its labyrinth too, until both his hot organs probed fast and faster still. His hands had now found the shaft, slick, scorching hot. Simon shouted into the spit-riddled pillow and released his hot seed.

He lay shaking, sobbing, while Michael caressed his back and buttocks.

“Like the Earth needs rain, love, I need ye.”

The comfort of this singular man…the sheer joy and deep fulfillment…

After a while, when his breath returned to normal, he turned over. Michael was a wavering shadow in the gaslight.

“Bring us a bottle, McCree, and turn up the bloody light, will you? Time to talk about the case.”

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