Four five-star Yelp reviews do you little good when you’re nailed inside a giant barrel of whiskey, which is where our intrepid private detective Barry finds himself while on the case to help his campy drag friends, all of whom have numerous secrets to hide. <br><br>If he can decide between the man he once loved and the bartender he’s falling for, successfully stay undercover as his alter-ego, Mary, Queen of Scotch, and keep one step ahead of the bad guys, plus a raucously funny meddling mom, he just might live to see that much-desired fifth review.

Mary, Queen of Scotch

“Sherlock never solved anything without Watson. Plus…”


I nodded. Me and my dick both. “My point exactly.” He grabbed my other point and downed it in one fell swoop. “Indubitably, Watson. Indubitably.” 9


Ray returned from his mini vacation. I set up a date. Dinner. At his place. I feigned a bad back and a need for company without sex. Hunched over, I entered his apartment.


“Poor baby,” he said, rubbing my shoulders. He tried for a kiss and managed to graze my cheek. He was tan from his brief sojourn to Mexico, making him all the more handsome. Me, I had a boyfriend, which is what I kept telling myself as he continued to rub my shoulders, as my dick feverishly protested from within my jeans.


“I twisted when I should’ve turned.” I aimed my body for his couch and fell backwards with a well-placed wince and grunt. “Better.” I glanced up at him. “How was Mexico?”


“We found a drag bar. Britney impersonation, it turns out, is universal.”


Chapter 52