Since Alan died, Flynn isn't eating, isn't sleeping, and isn't spending a lot of time looking in mirrors. But maybe he should pay a little more attention — because something in that 18th Century mirror is looking at him…
Still grieving over the sudden death of his lover, antiques dealer Flynn Ambrose moves to the old, ramshackle house on Pitch Pine Lane to catalog and sell the large inventory of arcane and oddball items that once filled his late uncle's mysterious museum.
But not all the items are that easy to catalog.
Or get rid of...
Genre: FICTION / Gay
This is an older standalone title which has earned out at $29,000+ and sold 8,000 copies. It's a sold, steady performer.
Chapter One
I didn’t see him until it was too late.
A tall, faceless figure looming up out of the shadows. Even if I had seen him, I’m not sure it would have made a difference. My only thought was getting downstairs and out the front door as fast as possible. It turned out the fastest way was crashing headlong into someone bigger, and letting my momentum send us both hurtling down the staircase.
My…er…companion yelled and cursed all the way down the first flight. Well, in fairness it was one long yelp and a prolonged curse. “Yooouuu’ve gotta be fu-uh-uh-uh-uh-cking kid-ding me!”
We landed in a tangle of limbs on the unswept and none-too-plushy carpet. My elbow whanged one final time into the balusters and my head banged down on the floor. I saw stars. Or maybe that was just the dust, which had probably crystallized with age.
“What the hell was that?” moaned someone from the ether.
Good. Question.
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Italian
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Translated by Alessandra Sole
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Author review: Alessandra was wonderful to work with! |
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Portuguese
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Translated by Andressa M da Silva
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Spanish
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Already translated.
Translated by Xóchitl Estrada
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