Throughout his career as a New York homicide detective, Nash McCleery has seen his share of curious killings, but the latest murders in Hell’s Kitchen come complete with both torture and tarot cards. His search for the murderer leads him to the upscale apartment of Casey Baddock, a professional Dom-for-hire. Nash soon realizes that the only way to catch the killer may be for him to play the role of a sub in a BSDM dungeon.
Casey Baddock is all about control, but McCleery is making him feel a little off-center. Can Casey help Nash find a murderer without surrendering his heart?
Joshua is dead.”
Casey’s expression didn’t change. “That’s too bad.”
“You must have known.”
“How? Because I killed him, Detective?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“No. You didn’t have to.”
Then something dawned on Casey. The cop did say he was Nash McCleery, Chris’s Nash McCleery. Shit.
“How did you meet Chris Phantom?”
“I could ask you the same question.” Casey met his gaze.
Nash looked startled for a moment, then regained his composure. “He told you about me.”
“He mentioned you, yes. Said you broke his heart.”
“That’s what I thought,” Casey replied. “Chris doesn’t have much of a heart to work with. Let’s say you chipped it.”
“Let’s say that.” McCleery seemed to be growing impatient. “How can you afford this place? You were living with Joshua, not paying any rent.”
“Sonia tell you that?”
“She could have.”
“Oh. Did she tell you she wanted to watch me and Joshua go at it?”
“Ah, no. She left out that part.”
“Bet she did,” Casey said. He worked his way over to the chair. He wasn’t sure how his legs managed to hold him steady.
“So shall we start over? I ask one question, and you answer, and stop trying to fuck with my head. You’re good at it.”
Casey smiled. “I’m the Master.”