Flower Passage

Decadent Publishing Company

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 34,000
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What would you do if the lover, brother, son, and friend you thought you'd lost forever was returned to you? Brutally battered, emotionally and physically for the past two years, Tarkan Deniz has escaped his captors. When the Deniz family discovers the shocking truth they rally and do everything in their power to bring him back safely. But all have been affected by the tragedy of his loss and must come to terms with the new reality, each in their own way. When Happily Ever After seems like a nightmare...one man can bring healing to all, but will he ever be the same man again? Flower Passage is a story of love lost and regained, even if it takes a slightly different form than before.

Flower Passage
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Flower Passage

Decadent Publishing Company

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 34,000
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The pollution-clogged ride from Ataturk International Airport was intolerably long. Caleb had forgotten the drawbacks of living in a second-world country. As he tried to fight the nausea from stress and gasoline fumes, the taxi made its perilous way along the highway at the usual breakneck, aggressive speeds he’d also forgotten. He white-knuckled it and clenched his jaw, sweat pouring off him in buckets. Tarkan. The name beat a tattooed rhythm in his brain.

Caleb took a deep breath. He’d not spoken to Adem since the bomb had detonated in his world with one phone call from his dead lover’s mother.

No. Not dead.

Kidnapped. Tortured. Escaped. Killed everyone on his way out. But still gone. Missing, and presumed dead—this time for real.

Caleb continued to stare out the window at the once familiar, once beloved, now despised Istanbul landscape. First the outer ring, with its slums, factories, flat expanses of nothing. Next, the edges of the city proper, larger mosques, the bend in the Bosporus that signaled the start of Galata, Pera, and the old city came into view. Then the glorious moment when the Blue Mosque, Aya Sofia and the entire golden crescent was laid out in front of him. He bit his already ragged lip at the sight of it, at the memories of the nearly six years of happiness it had afforded him. Then the memory of other visits: Emre and Elle’s wedding when he’d been introduced to the family for what he was—Tarkan’s lover. The last time he and Tarkan were here together, after the Blue Cruise, and that final departure to Ankara. And the horrific funeral. When they’d buried…what? Nothing. Why? Because tradition demanded it. He clenched his fists and held down the nearly irresistible urge to punch a hole in the window.

He’d talked to Emre, Elle, and finally Lale, whose breathy exhalations scared the shit out of him. The girl was not as tough as she seemed. Caleb knew that—Tarkan had known that. Elle had whispered to him that her sister-in-law was sporting a world-class diamond on her finger and toting a gigantic former football player from Las Vegas, apparently the result of her 1Night Stand. A guy with the last name Michos.

“Andreas Michos? No shit.” He’d put a hand over his eyes then, as he waited for his flight to board. Wasn’t that just the cherry on the fucking cake of his day?

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