A Hoale Construction Mystery - Building Romance, One Flip at a Time!
Novella #1 - Romantic Suspense - Electric Prose Publications
Sometimes going home is clarifying. Sometimes it's just plain deadly!
Adam travels to Candlelight, Indiana to visit his parents for Christmas. When he arrives he discovers somebody has killed a man and dumped him in the manger of the living crèche at the local church. Unfortunately, all signs lead back to Adam’s father as the murderer. A Sheriff with a grudge and a small town more interested in gossip than reality, convince Adam that it will be up to him and the gang to clear his father’s name.
Tina, The Novel Approach: "...these are some of the funniest, most colorful and sexy characters around. If this was what Declan Sands could do with them in 75 pages, I can’t imagine how great a whole novel would be."
Susan, The Romance Reviews: "Declan Sands writes a beautiful, festive tale of family secrets and emotions, coupled with vivid descriptions of what Christmas is like in a small town where everybody knows everybody else.
Once again the author weaves a spell of mystery, intrigue, romance, sex and friendship, all interspersed with wit and humor.
This is a wonderful treat for the festive season of family bonding, friendship and danger beneath the surface of a small town and a definite must read, especially, if like me, you've read the rest of the series. Definitely well worth it."
Reader review: "I love this series! This book was incredibly sweet sexy and fun. There are some laugh out loud moments as well as some sigh and swoon." ~ Donna, Goodreads Reviewer
Other books in the series:
A Hoale Lot of Trouble
Hoale Lang Syne
“That’s crazy talk, Ads. Visiting your family is not like being castrated with a rusty can opener.”
Adam grimaced and flung a third pair of jeans into his suitcase. “Actually, I’m pretty sure it’s worse.”
Dirk lifted a dark-blond eyebrow. “You know you’re only going to be there for two days, right?”
“Two days and three very long nights.” Adam threw him a suspicious look. “What’s your point?”
Dirk walked over and slid his arms around Adam’s waist, pulling him in for a hug. “I think three pairs of jeans and four shirts is overkill, babe.”
Adam leaned into him and sighed. “I need lots of clothes, in case I have to flee over the border.”
Laughing, Dirk placed his hands on Adam’s shoulders and started to rub. “What border is that? Kentucky or Illinois?”
“Har de har har, Dirk. You’ve met my family right? You know how stressful this is going to be. I’ll probably sweat through three of those shirts the first night.” He glanced worriedly toward the suitcase. “Maybe I should add another one.”
Dirk grabbed his arm as he turned toward the closet. “You’re compensating.”
Adam pulled free, heading for the dresser. “Uh, huh. Whatever that means.”
“It means you’re channeling your fears of interacting with your dad into the exterior representation of your personality.”
Adam turned from the dresser with several pairs of socks in his hands. “Exterior, huh…? What the hell are you talking about, Williams?”
Dirk fixed a piercing green gaze on Adam, looking down a strong, almost too large nose at his lover and pursing his cupid’s bow mouth with irritation. “The way you dress. Your hair…”
Adam flung the socks into the overburdened suitcase. “What about my hair?”
Dirk reached over and slipped his fingers through the newly shorn, dark-brown strands. “You look like a Marine.”
Adam grinned, dancing his eyebrows. “You wanna play army?”
“I think Marines are technically part of the Navy, babe.”
Adam expelled a breath. “Being a know-it-all is not one of your better qualities, Williams.”
Dirk stared at him for a long moment and then said. “You cut your hair because you’re trying to make your dad think you’re something you’re not. You’re fussing over your clothes because it’s the one thing in the upcoming situation you can control. And you’re fussing at me because you know I’ll still love you even after you piss me off.”
Adam zipped his suitcase up and lifted it to the floor. “You’ve been insufferable ever since you played that psychiatrist in Mindless Love.”
Dirk grinned. “I rocked that role.”
“Yeah. Well…” Adam rolled his suitcase toward Dirk. “Playing a psychiatrist in a movie doesn’t make you one.”
Dirk tucked his fingers into the waistline of Adam’s jeans and tugged him close. “And playing an asshole in real life doesn’t make you one.” Dirk frowned. “Though at the moment you’re really convincing in the role.”