Welcome to Hurricane Bay, Florida, where the act of arson isn’t uncommon. When a popular gay bar, the Flaming Flamingo, burns to the ground with bartender Rudy inside, fear rocks the Gulf-side community. Bar owner Peter Rotunda wants to learn who destroyed his business and committed murder. Soon after the incident, Rotunda hires adorable and sexy private investigator Axle Dupree to take the case.<br><br>Axle is a fresh private eye with exemplary charm. Not only can he woo the pants off his boyfriend Casey, but also just about every other guy in town. Soon a list of alleged suspects builds: wealthy Laura Monigal, who has a history of arson; mysterious faux-cowboy Clifton Monigal; a Daisy Dukes-wearing circus performer; and a “fluff” romance writer.<br><br>As June unfolds, conversations are sharp, road trips into the Everglades become overwhelming, and spying is necessary. But after applying heat to the suspects, Axle learns who the murderer is ... and so much more about his community.

Heat

“Axle!” Rebecca snapped at me. “Don’t go there. Be nice.”


Clifton shifted in his seat, looking uncomfortable for maybe the first time. He let out a light cough, which stated clearly to me that Rebecca toyed with the man’s dick under the table. After clearing his throat, he said, “Family matters.”


“Family matters are different than business matters,” I said, raising an eyebrow.


“Just stop, Axle,” Rebecca implored, growing perturbed with me.


I didn’t have a chance to ask him a dozen more questions, some of which pertained to his grandmother setting fires and being labeled an arsonist in Hurricane Bay and other surrounding cities along the coast. Clifton had to carry out other duties at that moment, since he turned his head and began kissing Rebecca in heated bliss.


I never really enjoyed threesomes and left. Any PI in my position would have, of course. 13: Naked Play


Chapter 11