Excerpt: The Road to Pienza (The Road To Montepulciano #2) by Garrick Jones
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Book Title: The Road to Pienza (The Road to Montepulciano #2)
Author and Cover Artist: Garrick Jones
Publisher: GRJ Press
Release Date: November 6, 2025
Genre: Crime Thriller
Themes: Historical fiction; Crime Fiction; Political Thriller; Action Thriller
Heat Rating: 5 flames
Length: 117 000 words/348 pages
It is part of a series, but does not end on a cliffhanger.
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The action-packed sequel to the best-selling thriller, The Road to Montepulciano
On the night of the ninth of June 1944, four days after the Allied liberation of Rome, four nuns are murdered in a railway carriage at the Vatican City railway station.
Sixteen years later, returning to Tuscany after a gruelling book signing tour of Australia, Damson O'Reilly finds his partner, Giancarlo (no longer a detective but now a well-known and successful lawyer) engrossed in a slander case between Italy's screen heartthrob, Mario Celestino, and a high-profile, fascist industrialist, Giovanni Scavola.
The case uncovers buried secrets, secrets that bring to light the involvement of both men in the WW2 crime and which lead to kidnapping, torture and murder, culminating in a dramatic, bloody outcome that will rock the Italian nation to its core.
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By the time I finished my turn in the bathroom, Kendall was naked, sitting up on top of the bed covers, so I perched on the edge of the mattress next to his knee and lit a cigarette.
“Come closer,” he said. By now, I recognised that look in his eye.
He ran his hand over my thigh and cupped my balls. I leaned back and moved my knees apart while he gently massaged my chest and stomach, his hand finally coming to rest, encircling the base of my by-now hard cock. “I like this,” he said, jiggling it a little.
“What about the rest of me?”
“Oh, yeah, that’s all right, too.” His accompanying cheeky wink made me grin.
“What you said earlier … I’m the only man who’s ever fucked you?”
“Yep.”
“Why me?”
“As I said, I like this.” He squeezed harder, milking my erection, then leaned over and licked the shiny drop of fluid from the eye of my cock with the tip of his tongue. “I’ve always liked looking at big ones, but yours is the first I’ve ever wanted inside me.”
“Kendall—”
He laughed, interrupting what I was going to say. “I’m not out to make trouble with you and Giancarlo. I really like him too. What we did in the hotel room in Sydney … I want more of that, and not just watching either.”
“Where on earth does this come from? You’ve always seemed rather standoffish to me, especially when it comes to talking about sex.”
“I dunno, Damson. Something just clicked between us that first night in Adelaide when I pretended to be drunk and asked you to suck me off.”
“You returned the favour, as I remember.”
“That’s right, and yours was the first cock I ever had in my mouth, and the first time I’d ever swallowed or even tasted spunk.”
“I’m confused.”
“I’m aware that I always skirt around my history—my sexual history, that is. You know that I’ve always been into sex with older women. Not sure why—I don’t remember my own mother, I was far too small when she died, so it can’t be that. Fooled around a bit in my teens with lads my own age; that happens at an all-boys’ boarding school. But then, when I joined up, I became fixated on what men had between their legs, especially the big ones, like yours. There was someone for a while, but all we did was swap tongues while we pulled each other off.”
“You’ve never seemed to want to swap tongues with me,” I said, by this time my legs wide apart and my erection almost purple because he’d been squeezing the base so tightly.
“Can we just be friends, Damson? I don’t want anything more than you as a close mate in my life. Of course, I still want to do this with you—and Giancarlo if that’s on the cards—but I’m not looking for a love affair. Is that all right with you?”
I closed my eyes for a moment. “That depends.”
“Depends on what?”
I wrapped one hand around the back of his neck and pulled him towards me. I guessed the kissing part of what he’d done with his army mate was something he really liked, because before I knew it, I was almost choking on his tongue after he’d nearly sucked mine out of my head. I pushed him onto his back on the bed. The kissing became more languid, sensuous, exploring. He guided my hand down to his balls, then raised his hips. I massaged the rim of his arsehole with my fingers.
“Aw, fuck,” he moaned into my mouth.
Damned if he wasn’t one of the best kissers I’d ever met. He didn’t even flinch a little bit as I eased my saliva-wetted dick into his body.
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After a thirty-year career as a professional opera singer, performing as a soloist in opera houses and in concert halls all over the world, I took up a position as lecturer in music in Australia in 1999, at the Central Queensland Conservatorium of Music, which is now part of CQ University.
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