On the eve of the new millennium, diamond thief Noel Snow seduced FBI special agent Robert Cuffe, then fled into the dawn. Now a successful novelist, Noel uses his capers as fodder for his books, and has modeled his hero's nemesis (and potential love interest) on Cuffe. Though he leaves Robert a drunken phone message every New Year's Eve, Noel hasn't seen or heard from him in a decade.
So he's thrilled when his former lover shows up at his upstate farm one Christmas Eve. Elation quickly turns to alarm when Robert accuses Noel of being responsible for a recent rash of diamond heists. Robert is all business and as cold as ice: it seems his only interest in Noel is to put him behind bars.
Innocent of the crimes, and still as attracted as ever to the oh-so-serious lawman, Noel plans a second seduction--providing he can stay out of jail long enough!
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December 06, 2010
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Excerpt from Icecapade by Josh Lanyon
Two days before Christmas--present day
"That went better than I expected." Elise Bennett locked the doors of Odyssey Books as the final customer departed into the sleety December night. She glanced back at Noel. "You're not serious about winding up the Nash Blue series are you?"
Elise was a pretty, forty-something brunette, the former marketing director of a large publishing house. She'd opened her own bookstore and made it a success at a time when indie bookstores everywhere were folding, which said something for both her acumen and her drive.
Noel shrugged into his black cashmere coat. "I think it's time, don't you? I've had a good run. Eight books." Seven books more than he'd ever expected to write--let alone sell.
"I might have agreed with you earlier this evening, but after listening to your fans...although I still don't know what the ultimate fallout will be from making Nash Blue gay."
"He was always gay. I finally brought him out of the closet."
"If Nash was always gay, what the heck was he doing bedding all those beautiful women all these years?" Elise pulled down the shades across the double doors and moved to turn off the Christmas lights in the large picture windows.
It was a lovely shop. Gleaming hardwood floors, low and easily accessible shelves that looked like real bookcases, colorful, old time framed posters. It looked like Noel had wanted all bookstores to look when he was a kid. A kid from a family where only goluboj--faggots--read books for fun.
"He bedded a few beautiful men too."
"Yes, but we all believed that was something he had to do to stay alive."
Noel laughed. "Isn't that the point of all sex?"
Norma, Elise's assistant, looked up from counting the register. "Let me try to wrap my brain around this. Nash Blue turns out to be gay and in love with his plodding police nemesis Detective Richard Cross, and you're going to leave it there?"
"Where do you think it should end?" Noel fished the gray silk scarf from his pocket and tied it around his neck. December seemed to be a bit colder every year. Or maybe it was him, some failure of his internal thermostat.
"I think Cross should turn out to be gay too."
"Ah. A romance reader." Noel's gaze met Elise's.
Elise said, "But Cross is gay, isn't he?"
Elise was one of Noel's dearest friends. His first ever book signing had been at Odyssey Books and she had loyally supported every release since. He occasionally spent the night at her Manhattan brownstone when he was in town, and Elise and her husband visited Noel's upstate farm every summer. He liked Elise, he respected her, he trusted her, and sincerely wished he'd never gotten drunk and told her about Robert Cuffe being the inspiration for Richard Cross.
"Your sales are off the chart anyway," Norma said. "We can't keep Crawl Space on the shelves."
"Good. That's what I need to hear."
"You're going to sell a boatload," Elise assured him. "Although some of the more conservative book reviewers are calling for your head on a pike."
"Is that a problem?" Noel never read his reviews. "I can't imagine the law-and-order crowd is my demographic."
"That's where you're wrong. The Nash Blue books score highly with middle-aged white male readers. The witty, ribald adventures of a dashing diamond thief and his plodding police inspector nemesis? Max and his friends eat that stuff up."
"What does Max think of Nash coming out of the closet?"