Today, my guest author slot is the domain of author Alex Jane. Her latest book A Foreign Country, sequel to her Mr. & Mr. Detective crime novel Gazes into You has just landed and it looks as if Jason and John are in for another wild ride. Check out the lovely long excerpt Alex Jane has with her, and if you haven’t met her two gorgeous men yet, then I urge you to check out their adventures today!
Two years on and Gazes Into You finally has a sequel!
John and Jason are back, getting up to no good in the bedroom while deep-dark secrets get uncovered and bad guys show up to ruin their day. This was quite a fun book to write, mostly as this time I let the characters take the wheel and I just tagged along for the ride. Plus, I’d missed their particular brand of dysfunctional, co-dependent romance. Bless them. Hopefully, you’ll enjoy it too!
A Foreign Country can be read as a standalone or you can get the first book in the series by clicking here.
A Foreign Country
Genre: MM Mystery / Suspense
Buy at: amazon
This book is available through your Kindle Unlimited Subscription.
Private Detective John Right’s life is pretty good.
He loathes paperwork and could do without wasting his weekends catching out cheating spouses, but business is booming and he’s sharing his life with Jason, a man he’s still crazy about after three years.
The only downside is his lover’s baffling choice of friends and the fact that John is convinced Jason is keeping secrets from his dark past.
When a late-night phone call leads them to a kidnap victim with amnesia, and a dangerous man from Jason’s previous life suddenly resurfaces, they have much more than just secrets to deal with.
And after their mysterious house guest starts to show more than a passing interest in the detective couple, John is left struggling when his relationship, as well as his detecting skills, are put to the test.
Are they strong enough to resist the temptation of an enigmatic stranger?
Maybe. If they don’t get killed in the meantime.
Excerpt from A Foreign Country
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” John whispered. “I can’t believe I get to keep you.”
“You’ll be keeping Flat Stanley if you don’t get off me, old man.” Jason squeaked when John pinched his side as he got up. Smiling down, John offered a hand and together they shuffled to the bathroom, laughing and teasing each other as they cleaned up and got ready for bed.
“You going to the gym tomorrow?” John sat on the bed, undoing the strap on his watch, as Jason pulled up his pillow ready to settle back and read for a while.
“Nah, I’m gonna skip it.” He was going to add that Chris was working overtime so wouldn’t be around much the following week, but his cell phone started bleating and vibrating over the top of the bedside table.
John turned slowly, his eyebrows raised. Normally, it was his phone going off at all hours. “Expecting a call?”
Jason frowned and shook his head. He was tempted to silence the call without even looking at who was disturbing his evening but curiosity got the better of him. But his curiosity didn’t end when he saw the name on his screen.
“Yeah.” Jason had to swallow hard to get his voice to work. “Yeah, it’s—I have to take this.”
Giving John an apologetic look, and ignoring the scowl he got in reply, Jason pressed accept and lifted the phone to his ear as he struggled to his feet and limped from the room. “Sean. Hi.”
“Jesse. Thank god.”
Jason frowned at that. Not so much the alias he’d used when he was back working as a bartender by night and freelance tech support who asked no questions during the day, but the fear in Sean’s voice…that was unexpected. “Are you okay, man? I got your message earlier but I was gonna call you tomorrow—”
“I’m—I’m so sorry to do this to you, I really am, but this can’t wait until tomorrow.”
“Jesus, Sean, what’s going on? Are you all right?”
Sean laughed, sounding almost hysterical down the line. “No. No, I’m really not all right. I’m—I think I’m in really big trouble, Jesse. I heard you were working with a PI?”
Working was one way of putting it. “Jesus, man. If it’s that bad maybe you should call the cops. I know a guy—”
“Christ, no! No police. Not just yet. Can you please just—can you come? Does your friend have a gun? No, forget that. I don’t know what to do and I need to show—I need to talk to someone who’ll understand.”
A noise behind him caught Jason’s attention. He turned to find John stood in the doorway, leaning against the doorjamb with his arms folded across his chest, arms that could have been circling Jason’s chest as they drifted off to sleep together in a matter of minutes. John didn’t look mad though. In fact, he looked about as curious as Jason felt about the whole situation.
Sighing, Jason nodded. “Okay. We’ll come. Text me the address, okay?”
The relief coming through the phone was palpable. “Thank you, Jesse. Thank you so much. I’m—I’m sorry for dragging you into this but— Thank you.”
Jason hung up the call, keeping his eyes on the phone as long as he could before he had to glance up and see John’s reaction. Which was a quirked eyebrow and a twitching jaw.
“I take it that’s the end to our relaxing evening?”
Jason blew out the breath he’d been holding. “Yeah. I’m sorry, I just—he was really freaked out, John. And being that the guy rarely emotes, I think something is really wrong.”
“Is this the guy that left the message earlier?”
Jason nodded. “It just sounded as if he wanted to touch base so I thought I’d call him back tomorrow.”
“Seems like he wants a little more than that.” There was an edge to John’s tone that made Jason tilt his head in disbelief.
“Oh my god, it’s not like that.” Jason shuddered at the thought. Not that Sean was a gargoyle or anything but after his first taste of John, he’d known he wouldn’t be eating any place else for the foreseeable future. His cell twitched in his hand, the screen lighting up with a text.
“You know we could still crawl into bed? If we pull the covers over our heads, text messages don’t count.”
Jason laughed despite himself and checked the message. “He wants us to meet him…here?” Jason held up his phone, letting John read the address for himself. It wasn’t the nicest of neighborhoods to be wandering around in after dark and begged the question of what the hell Sean would be doing there this time of night.
“You sure he’s not trying to get you alone?” The words might have been barbed but John’s delivery had softened. He sounded almost amused.
“He asked for you specifically, actually.”
“Really?” John sounded surprised. “You think he’s in trouble?” Jason nodded and John’s face became serious. “Should I call Chris or Trey?” Jason was already shaking his head.
“He said no police. Which has me worried ’cause this guy is straight edge, law-abiding, dull as ditchwater.”
John sighed and rubbed a hand across his face. When he started to turn away, Jason frowned. “Where are you—?”
“To get dressed,” John said before he looked over his shoulder and smiled. “I think turning up in my underwear would probably make the wrong impression, don’t you?”
“I don’t know,” Jason muttered as he followed him back into the bedroom. “Depends what kind of impression you’re going for.”
About Alex Jane
After spending far too long creating stories in her head, Alex Jane finally plucked up the courage to write them down and realized it was quite fun seeing them on the page after all. Free from aspirations of literary greatness, Alex simply hopes to entertain by spinning a good yarn of love and life, wrapped up with a happy ending. Although, if her characters have to go through Hell to get there, she’s a-okay with that.
With only a dysfunctional taste in music and a one-eyed dog to otherwise fill her days, Alex Jane writes and walks on the South Coast of England—even when her heart and spellcheck are in New York.
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