 💘💘💘💘eBook sale! Only 2.99 or read in KoboPlus!!💘💘💘💘 Two romances. Two stories. Two timelines. Two mysteries solved. Digging into history can turn deadly. Wyatt Harig and his partner Vladimir ‘Val’ Mihalic are busy planning their wedding when Wyatt’s old friend asks him to investigate the mysterious death of her uncle, Tom Manning, in a fire back in 1927. Back then men were silent, tough, and expected to marry nice girls. Working with Val, Wyatt digs up clues uncovering the truth behind the tragedy. When Tom met Philip in a speakeasy outside Cleveland, Ohio the spark between them was instantaneous. They fell hard and fast for each other. However, with Philip working as a beat cop and Tom as a schoolteacher, their relationship being discovered meant the end of everything. As the story of Tom and Philip slowly reveals itself, and Wyatt and Val realize nothing is as simple as they originally believed. While their trail heats up, an old enemy of Wyatt’s decides he’s waited long enough for revenge. Wyatt’s life before meeting Val catches up with him and the results could prove fatal.  Wyatt knew exactly what Kevin’s strategy was; he’d used it on occasion himself. Unfortunately he didn’t have the time to explain the technicalities to Val, who was reacting in precisely the way Kevin intended. The back passenger window shattered all over the backseat. A second later the larger back window was in pieces. First Val tried shoving Wyatt out of his door, then tried pulling him across the seat and out of the passenger door. The car sank lower and dipped to one side. Wyatt didn’t have to see Kevin’s actions to be able to tell tires were being slashed as Kevin moved around the vehicle. A thud and loud clang clued Wyatt into the fact that the exhaust pipe had possibly been smashed or pinched closed. They might not die trying to drive away, but there was no way to be sure without getting out of the car and looking. Wyatt drew Val in tighter and said, “Stay still. Stay still. He wants us out of the car. A few more seconds, Val, trust me.” Val nodded. He had his good hand wadded into a tight fist in Wyatt’s shirtsleeve. He was pale, trembling, and wore an expression of utter confusion, but did as Wyatt asked. People tended to panic when trapped in a car that was under such an attack. Outside the car Kevin kept moving, smashing the windows and shouting at Wyatt to get out and face him. He was counting on the loud, explosive noise of breaking glass to heighten their fear and create a flight response. If Val and Wyatt tried to escape the car now, Kevin’s tire iron would be waiting. When Kevin moved around to the driver’s side, Wyatt lunged across the seat, shoved Val’s door open, and pushed him out. Then he twisted around and kicked his door open, hoping it was timed right and that he moved fast and hard enough. The harsh grunt and thud from Kevin told him his move was right on the mark. Wyatt tumbled out of the car, landing on all fours. He would only have a few seconds before Kevin recovered. He heard Val scrambling to his feet, boots crunching on the gravel. “What the hell are you doing!” Wyatt wasn’t exactly sure if Val was yelling at him or Kevin. He didn’t take the time to figure it out either. He got his feet underneath him and charged. Kevin had dropped the tire iron, but it wasn’t so far out of reach that a short roll to the side and he’d have it again. If he got ahold of that damn thing again, Wyatt was in real trouble. Kevin twisted onto his stomach and kicked his legs at the same time, extending one arm, fingers brushing the tire iron but not grasping it. Wyatt darted in and landed two fast, quick punches to the back of Kevin’s head and neck. He didn’t care if the blows rendered Kevin unconscious or killed him. Kevin shouted and threw himself onto his back, abandoning the tire iron. He reached under his jacket. Wyatt tried to kick his hand and cause Kevin to drop the weapon he now had. The move didn’t work. “Shit,” Wyatt hissed as a flash of light from Kevin’s hands preceded a lightning bolt rampaging through him, and he dropped like a stone to the ground. A Barlow Lens is available in eBook, paperback and through KoboPlus!
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