Author: Dirk Greyson
Genre: M/M, Contemporary Western Suspense
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Release Date: Aug 5 2016
Edition/Formats: eBook & Print
Hartwick County, South Dakota, represents a fresh start for Mackenzie¬—“Mack”—Redford. Life in the big city wasn’t what he expected, and now he’s home and serving as sheriff.
Brantley Calderone is also looking for a new life. After leaving New York and buying a ranch, he’s settling in and getting used to living at a different pace—until he finds a dead woman on his porch and himself the prime suspect in her murder.
Mack and Brantley quickly realize several things: someone is trying to frame Brantley; he is no longer safe alone on his ranch; and there’s a definite attraction developing between them, one that only increases when Mack offers to let Brantley stay in his home. But as their romance escalates, so does the killer. They’ll have to stay one step ahead and figure out who wants Brantley dead before it’s too late. Only then can they start the new life they’re both seeking—together.
Brantley’s legs held out until he closed the door, and then he collapsed into the nearest chair. During all of the activity, he’d been able to keep his mind on what was happening and managed to remain aloof, but now everything hit him like a semitruck at freeway speed. Someone had been shot on his front porch, and it was obvious that whoever had done it was either trying to send him some sort of message or it was a clumsy effort to frame him. Either way, it scared the living shit out of him.
He picked up his phone and made a call back East. “Linda, pick up,” he said under his breath as the phone rang.
“This better be good, sweetheart. I finally got Jim to take me out to that new restaurant. It took three months to get a reservation, and we have to leave in ten minutes.”
Brantley could practically see her hurrying through the bedroom of her Upper East Side apartment. “I came home today and found a dead body on my porch. Someone shot my real estate agent, and I think they tried to pin it on me.” He leaned forward, trying to get oxygen to his head. “I lived in New York for God knows how long, and I’ve spent a week out here, where it’s supposed to be open and where everyone knows everyone else, and there’s a dead body on my porch.” He was tempted to fucking sell the place and go back home.
“Honey, wait. Are you serious?”
“Yes.” He held his head and stroked his forehead.
“So come home. We miss you, and those people are obviously weird out there. What, do they kill each other off and put the bodies on each other’s doorsteps? Hello, Welcome Wagon,” Linda said, and Brantley knew she was throwing her hands in the air dramatically.
“I don’t think that’s how it works. But I have to tell you that being out here alone is starting to freak me out. I have every door locked, and I’m sitting in the middle of the room away from windows in case anyone is watching me. Have I told you that it’s freakishly quiet out here? There isn’t a sound except bugs and birds, and at night it’s just the bugs. No cars, nothing.”
“Then come home.”
“I can’t. You know that. Everything there has been sold, and I bought this place here.” He’d uprooted his life to find something he thought he was missing. He hadn’t expected a murder on his doorstep.
Some authors say writing is a form of personal therapy do you agree with that statement? If so how has it helped you?
I would have to agree. There have been many times in my life when family issues come up or a difficult decision needs to be made. At times like that I write about them and work through the issue with my characters. It really helps clear my head and it allows me to better look at an issue from both sides. As an example, I have a sister who has some issues that can be very trying and stressful. I have developed characters that have some of her traits so that I am able to better deal with her.
I also have to admit that when writing suspense, it’s very easy to imagine people I don’t like as either the victim or the bad guy. The old adage, careful or you’ll end up in my novel, takes on a whole new meaning with: careful or I’ll kill you off in my next novel.