Hello! And thank you for joining the Back in Black Blog Tour! My name is Rhys Ford and I will be your guide through this serialized short story featuring Cole McGinnis and his trip to the altar. Hit each blog stop for the next bit of the story AND as a special bonus, Greg Tremblay has narrated each “slice of cake” on this wedding tour!
As some of you know, Cole McGinnis is a former LAPD detective who found love again in a romance suspense series called the Cole McGinnis Mysteries or as I call it, the Dirty Series. It is there he meets and falls in love with Kim Jae-Min, a Korean photographer with a few secrets of his own and a tiny black cat with an attitude. I left Cole and Jae in quite a happy place five years ago in Los Angeles with a promise to come back and “reboot” Cole’s life in a mystery series.
(You can find the first series here at Dreamspinner Press, including a special free bonus collection of shorts in both ebook and audiobook format)
If you’ve already met Cole, well then I am happy to announce he’s back and well, while things are a little bit different… and he’s a hair older… his life is still as insanely jam-packed with action and more than few mysteries to figure out. All of the old gang is back along with a few new faces and I hope you all enjoy Back in Black as much as I enjoyed writing it.
And as if Cole wasn’t fun enough to write, Greg Tremblay is back as Cole McGinnis in the upcoming audiobook which is supposed to be out on Feb 13th! If you aren’t a part of my Facebook group or follow me on social media, please be sure to find me to learn about any future stuff. Because 2020 is going to be a hell of a lot of fun.
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There are eight million stories in the City of Angels but only one man can stumble upon the body of a former client while being chased by a pair of Dobermans and a deranged psycho dressed as a sheep.
That man is Cole McGinnis.
Since his last life-threatening case years ago, McGinnis has married the love of his life, Jae-Min Kim, consulted for the LAPD, and investigated cases as a private detective for hire. Yet nothing could have prepared him for the shocking discovery of a dead, grandmotherly woman at his feet and the cascade of murders that follows, even if he should have been used to it by now.
Now he’s back in the dark world of murder and intrigue where every bullet appears to have his name on it and every answer he digs up seems to only create more questions. Hired by the dead woman’s husband, McGinnis has to figure out who is behind the crime spree. As if the twisted case of a murdered grandmother isn’t complicated enough, Death is knocking on his door, and each time it opens, Death is wearing a new face, leaving McGinnis to wonder who he can actually trust.
Back in Black Audiobook can be preordered here: https://www.amazon.com/Back-Black-McGinnis-Investigations-Book-ebook/dp/B07YZLRMPG
Nothing Else Matters: Part Three
Audio Snippet Link: https://rhysford.files.wordpress.com/2020/01/pt3_bib_wedding.mp3
“I cannot believe you got arrested,” Scarlet hissed at me through the bars, her gaze a hot molten brown behind her long lashes. “Before your wedding day?!”
“Shit, you marrying her?” The large man inexplicably named Ralph muttered behind me. “Because hell, you’re a dumb ass for ending up here. She’s hot.”
Scarlet was a timeless Pinoy beauty, older than me by an indeterminate number of years but with her silken golden brown skin, luminous eyes, and trim, supple figure, she’d brought more than one man to his knees with a single glance and ghost of a smile. She favoured a classic Hepburn look — more Audrey than Katherine — with the occasional dip into curve hugging glamourous frocks, playing up her comeliness up with a deft play of makeup and a coquettish slink. She kept her long black hair in chignons, leaving it loose for special occasions or pulled back into a ponytail during the times she helped Jae in our back yard garden.
Today it was pinned back with a gold clip, her shoulders held back and her chin up when she strolled down the cell block hall with a rapid clip of her expensive heels on its cheap linoleum floor. She’d come to rescue me — and maybe Bobby — from the LAPD’s clutches in a pair of black skinny jeans, a white t-shirt and a red leather jacket with a sinful mouth painted as crimson as her jacket. Scarlet had every guy’s attention as soon as the door opened and if I were a stupider man and possessed a huge death wish, I’d have been more than slightly interested in her as well.
Mostly because I was gay and well, Scarlet was a guy.
Or rather, kathoey, a beautiful and graceful man-at-birth living his best in fluid third gender state and flipping pronouns as he choose. To me, Scarlet was nuna, Jae’s adopted older sister and the person who saved him from a depraved slice of Korean society where he’d almost been passed around until sucked dry of life. So while Scarlet was beautiful no matter how he or she presented on any particular day, she was also the long-time lover of a very powerful Korean businessman who could probably order to have my head sawed off with a piece of dental floss if the thought ever crossed his mind.
So looking at Scarlet with anything other than a brotherly interest was just plain stupid. I probably wasn’t the sharpest or luckiest corkscrew in the drawer, I knew what wine bottles I could stick myself into and Scarlet was clearly not on the menu in any way, shape, or form.
I also loved Jae too much. Hurting him would kill me. I’d already scraped my life back together after so much pain and loss. He’d stumbled into my world with no intention of ever falling in love with me, fighting our attraction every step of the way and I’d been patient, letting him decide how far he wanted to go, how much of himself he would give to me.
Because I was that lost… I was so stupid, crazy in love with him I would have taken anything he’d given me. Anything. Instead, he’d given me his heart and told me not to break it.
And I had no intention of doing so.
“Nuna, I swear to all that is holy,” I murmured, holding up my hand in some ad hoc Boy Scout salute. “I did not start any of this shit. We were just—”
“I know what you were just doing,” she cut me off, waving her hand at the bemused cop standing at the end of the hall. “I’ve heard all about it from your idiot best man.”
“Which one? I’ve got two of them,” I teased, giving her what I hoped was my best pirate-smuggler bad boy smile. From the flat look on her face, it did little to charm her. “Hey, if Mike hadn’t been busy finishing stuff up at the office, he could have been right in here with me. Seriously wasn’t my fault.”
“It never is, Cole-ah,” Scarlett replied with a bit of a snip to her voice, moving out of the way so the cop could get to the door. “What the hell were the two of you thinking? Hitting an old woman. And if you’re lucky, that ice pack Bobby’s sitting on in the waiting area will bring that swelling down or he’s not going to be walking straight much less down the aisle at your wedding.”
Rhys Ford is an award-winning author with several long-running LGBT+ mystery, thriller, paranormal, and urban fantasy series and is a two-time LAMBDA finalist with her Murder and Mayhem novels. She is also a 2017 Gold and Silver Medal winner in the Florida Authors and Publishers President’s Book Awards for her novels Ink and Shadows and Hanging the Stars. She is published by Dreamspinner Press and DSP Publications.
She’s also quite skeptical about bios without a dash of something personal and really, who doesn’t mention their cats, dog and cars in a bio? She shares the house with Harley, a grey tuxedo with a flower on her face, Badger, a disgruntled alley cat who isn’t sure living inside is a step up the social ladder as well as a ginger cairn terrorist named Gus. Rhys is also enslaved to the upkeep a 1979 Pontiac Firebird and enjoys murdering make-believe people.
For more information and to keep track of his upcoming releases, visit Greg Tremblay at: https://gregtremblay.com/