Synopsis
Good Boys, The Solomon Series, Book One
Paul Solomon is a homicide detective in Baltimore, a city with a
high murder rate and a complicated relationship between the police and the
citizens they are sworn to protect.
He’s also a gay man who has been out on the job since he first
joined. Being out on a tough police force hasn’t always been easy, but living
with integrity is important to him.
Paul’s love life becomes as tumultuous as his job with the demise of
his relationship of eight years. While dealing with the emotional and physical
upheaval in his personal life, a case comes across his desk that hits a little
too close to home—the murder of two gay teenagers.
Paul and his partner, Tim Cullen, must solve the double homicide,
and Paul has to find a way to move on from his failed relationship.
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Excerpt
BEFORE HE EVEN opened his eyes, Paul knew
something was wrong. He could feel the heat of the morning sun on his face in a
way that never happened in his west-facing bedroom, but for a few seconds he
couldn’t figure out why it was wrong. The bed felt familiar enough, and smelled
familiar too.
Oh, shit.
He sat up slowly, rubbing his face and pressing
the heels of his hands into his forehead as if that might somehow hold back the
monster headache he felt pushing its way into the backs of his eyes. His
stomach lurched as he carefully swung his feet onto the floor, and he lowered
his head into his hands until it passed. He made his way to the bathroom, at
one point losing his balance slightly and bumping into the wall.
In the shower, he leaned up against the slick
tiles and angled the showerhead so he could let it run over him. He tried
closing his eyes, but little pinpricks of light blossomed behind his lids. He
started to feel dizzy, so he opened them again. Bits and pieces of the night
before began to creep into his consciousness, and he sincerely wished he could
block them out for a little while longer. No such luck. The stack of flattened
boxes in the entranceway when he’d gotten home the day before—and the look on
Andy’s face as he told him he needed to move out—had started the whole thing.
They’d fought. There were tears, followed by wine and then scotch. Paul was
pretty sure that what happened next wouldn’t surprise a single goddamn person
in the entire world. The worst part was that it wasn’t the first time it had
happened, and he’d been no less regretful either of the other times. One would
think he’d learn his lesson eventually.
Paul stayed in the shower until the hot water
was gone, swallowed three Advil, and looked at himself in the mirror. At
thirty-eight he still had his dark curls, but his beard was starting to come in
gray where he used to have some copper strands. Today he felt like he could see
the future in his face. He looked ten years older this morning, at a minimum.
He picked up his razor and shaved carefully, still managing to nick himself on his
jawline with his unsteady hand.
Oh well, maybe I’ll actually look like a real
cop today. Too bad I
don’t have any short-sleeved dress shirts.
About the author
KEELAN ELLIS is an east coast girl for life, a
progressive, a lover of music and musicians, a mother of two very challenging
girls, a loyal though sometimes thoughtless friend, a slacker, a dreamer and a
bad influence. She likes true crime podcasts, great television and expensive
craft cocktails made by hipsters in silly vests.
KEELAN ELLIS can be found at:
Website: keelanellis.blogspot.com
Twitter: https://twitter.com/KeelanEllisAuth
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