|Posted by jtcheyanne on July 10, 2016 at 10:10 PM|
Title: The Pinkerton Man Series
Author: C.J. Baty
Genre: Gay Romance, Historical/Western
Length: Short story + Novella
Publisher: Wayward Ink Publishing
THE PINKERTON MAN
Stiles Langberry leaves England under the dark cloud of blackmail.
He resettles in America with a new name, becoming a Pinkerton Agent.
His new employer sends him undercover to a brothel that serves homosexual men, where prostitutes are being murdered. In the course of his investigation, he becomes involved with Paul, one of the prostitutes. Complicating matters, one of the suspects draws Stiles like no man before him. Stiles knows he must stop the killer before he strikes again.
HOME ON THE RANGE
Pinkerton Agent Stiles Long is sent to the Circle W Ranch to uncover who is killing the ranch’s cattle. In order to discover the truth about the goings on at the ranch, Stiles has to prove to the ranchers he’s more than a good-looking city slicker.
Savage Beare, the head ranch foreman, is far from happy that Stiles is there to check things out. He has secrets of his own.
Stiles finds Savage incredibly good-looking, but cold and aloof.
He’s also a suspect. One of many.
When Stiles’ best friend and partner, Lizzie Ferguson, is kidnapped things begin to shake apart.
Stiles doesn’t trust anyone and he needs to find Lizzie before it’s too late.
“Close the door, Paul, and undress,” Stiles said, without breaking eye contact with O’Leary. Paul did as he was bidden. Stiles waited for the other man in the room to say something… anything, but he didn’t. He didn’t watch Paul undress, either. O’Leary kept the constant eye connection between the two of them.
Stiles spoke softly. It felt like he was talking to an injured animal, and he didn’t want to say or do anything to frighten him away.
“Would you like Paul to undress you?”
He didn’t dare speak the other man’s name for fear of him making a quick escape. And Stiles wanted this. He wanted to see this man naked, his cock hard and dripping, and he wanted to touch. No, he wanted to worship the man’s body with his hands and his tongue.
O’Leary still hadn’t spoken, but he began to remove his clothes. First, he removed his coat and placed it on the chair he was standing beside. He folded it neatly though he never actually looked at it. Stiles watched O’Leary’s long fingers undo the buttons of his vest and place it on top of the coat.
The only sound up to that point had been the rhythmic breathing of all three men. O’Leary’s voice broke the intimacy of the moment and replaced it with desire. “Paul.” O’Leary motioned for Paul to come to him. The younger man must have known what O’Leary wanted, because he immediately came forward and continued undressing O’Leary.
Stiles could not move. He was frozen to the spot, watching every inch of pale, muscled skin that Paul revealed as he removed O’Leary’s shirt. There was a fine dusting of reddish brown hair across O’Leary’s chest. Stiles followed Paul’s motions with his eyes, his lust growing with every look he took at O’Leary’s body. Just above his navel, hair a lighter shade of red thickened and formed a trail that dipped lower. Paul knelt to remove O’Leary’s shoes and socks next, then stood to undo the buttons of his trousers.
Prizes: $4.99 WIP Gift Card, 1 ebook copy of Drifting Sands, 1 ebook copy of Island Paradise and 1 ebook copy of Whispers, Rumors, & Lies
CJ BATY lives in southwest Ohio with her very patient husband and two encouraging children. Her heart however, lives in the mountains of Tennessee where she hopes to retire some day. The mountains have always provided her with inspiration and a soothing balm to the stresses of everyday life.
The dream of writing her own stories started in high school but was left on the back burner of life until her son introduced her to Fan Fiction and encouraged her to give it a try. She found that her passion for telling a story was still there and writing them down to share with others was much more thrilling than she had ever expected.
One thing she has learned from life and she is often heard to say is, “You are never too old to follow your dream!”
C.J. BATY can be found at: