Rainbow Snippets is melting in the heat

It’s a teensy bit on the warm side today (read: even my desk fan has heat exhaustion) and I’ve been working on the next Plumber’s Mate Mystery, so here’s a snippet from Heat Trap:

When I woke up at Phil’s on Sunday morning, the sun was streaming through the thin curtains he had at the windows of his attic flat, giving me a whole new appreciation of the phrase heat rises. And not in a good way. I was sweating like I’d just got back from a five-mile run, and I hadn’t even moved yet. My dick was all keen to get up close and personal with the six-foot hunk of lean muscle lying next to me, but the rest of me was saying no sodding way.

“Bloody hell,” I grumbled, flinging an arm up over my eyes. That sun was vicious. “Too hot for sex. That’s just sad.”

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Heat Trap – #3 in the Plumber’s Mate Mystery series

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Old flames can leave a nasty burn.

It’s been six months since plumber Tom Paretski was hit by a shocking revelation about his family, and he’s been avoiding dealing with it ever since. His lover, PI Phil Morrison, wants Tom to dig deeper into his history and try to develop his psychic talent for finding things, but Tom’s not nearly so keen. Just as he decides to bite the bullet, though, worse problems crawl out of the woodwork.

Young Devil’s Dyke barmaid Marianne has an ex, Grant Carey, who won’t accept that things are over between them, and he’s ruthless in dealing with anyone who gets in his way.  When Carey threatens an old friend of theirs, Phil and Tom step in to help—but that makes them targets themselves.

What with his uncertainty about Phil’s motives, Tom’s family doing their best to drive a wedge between them, and the uncovering of an ugly incident in Phil’s past, Tom’s not sure who he can trust—and the body he finds in the pub cellar isn’t the only thing that stinks.

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About jlmerrow

JL Merrow is that rare beast, an English person who refuses to drink tea. She read Natural Sciences at Cambridge, where she learned many things, chief amongst which was that she never wanted to see the inside of a lab ever again. Her one regret is that she never mastered the ability of punting one-handed whilst holding a glass of champagne. She writes across genres, with a preference for contemporary gay romance and the paranormal, and is frequently accused of humour. Find JL Merrow online at: www.jlmerrow.com
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9 Responses to Rainbow Snippets is melting in the heat

  1. Aw, poor Tom. That is sad. 😁

  2. Ah, the stress of warring body parts! 😊

  3. darlamsands says:

    Oh, no! Nice snippet. Brings back memories of the back seat of my car and my first love – in all kinds of weather. We were insane. ~grin~ Thank you for sharing. And Happy Writing!

  4. stephaniedanielsonauthor says:

    Too hot for sex?? Aughhh bloody weather. Nice snippet

  5. AM says:

    Oh, that is very sad. But also, I can totally relate to the misery of the heat.

    I LOL’d at “even my desk fan has heat exhaustion.” That describes our weather last week.

  6. P.T. Wyant says:

    Seems EVERYTHING is subject to heat exhaustion! Fans, sex, writers…

  7. janadenardo says:

    After living in Florida for too many years I know the feeling of it being too hot for sex all too well, poor guy

  8. That is sad! But sometimes it feels to hot to do anything at all.

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