(Gavin Nolan’s Biography #1)
Publication date: March 14th 2017
Genres: Adult, Thriller
The Chicago summer is heating up…
In a luxurious hotel off Michigan Avenue, Detective Gavin Nolan arrives on a grisly scene. Two men have been brutally murdered, and one of the victims has a familiar face. The twisted display is like nothing Gavin has ever seen, but it’s the message scrawled in blood on the bathroom mirror that leaves him reeling: Gavin, you could have saved me.
Other men have been viciously slain as well over the last few weeks. As he dives further into the victims’ lives, Gavin and his partner, Derrick, discover that each of the men have a common thread—one that Gavin shares. It’s a reality he has suppressed for years.
On top of Gavin’s personal chaos, the killer is displaying the bodies in a series of speciﬁc designs to depict a long ago memory. Recognizing the pattern, Gavin soon is forced to recall the dark event. In order to catch the killer, Gavin must reconcile his past.
Before he becomes the ﬁnal victim himself.
GAVIN is a sexual thriller that will leave you breathless…
WARNING: This book contains graphic scenes, explicit language, and violent, sexual situations.
Because he traveled eighty percent of the time for his job, his high-ranking position allowed him to wrangle in new customers from the competition, exceed sales goals for each period, and establish rigorous and ruthless monthly goals for his team. Honestly, he loved his job: travel was the perfect excuse. Even more importantly, he could escape from his pathetic home life. On his business trips, he could be what he wished to be, what he longed to be, and become who he should have been.
The liaisons were uninhibited personal treats for the salesman.
His indiscretions never interrupted his work schedule. He worked especially hard—meeting with his clients, going to early dinners, and creating a tight schedule—so he could have time for his fun.
Next to him, the Latino breathed softly against his naked shoulder. The salesman thought about how he loved these moments of caressing his lovers as his hand stroked the curvature of the young Latino’s back. His lover moved slightly and whispered in his ear, “I’m jumping in the shower first. Feel all sweaty.”
With that, the Latino leaned over and savagely kissed him, rolling his tongue around and pressing his stubbly face against the salesman’s smooth one. Moments later, the satisfied lover drew away with a seductive smile. Then he slid his body across the white sticky sheets and walked toward the bathroom. How his round bare ass looked marvelously delicious. Even in the faint light, the impressions of red hand prints still remained. Echoes of last night.
He could be the lover of many men. The salesman did not care about a partner’s history, their past lovers, or even their race. Truly, olive-skinned lovers enticed his inner desires the most. Despite it, he only cared about the pending pleasure.
The bathroom light shot out over the shadows, and soon the hard sound of water drummed against the granite surfaces. The Latino’s soft hum broke the tranquility of the hotel suite. It hadn’t been the first time he had been with this particular lover. Just so coincidental that he had gotten an email the other day.
How quickly the Latino responded to his reply.
Ubiquitous internet sites allowed the salesman to have discreet interactions. Sometimes he remained anonymous. Other times, he used pseudonyms. Rarely, like tonight, he gave out his true name. A name he longed to forget, yet it was engraved in his memories. Oddly, when he would use his birth name, his most adventurous and seductive side was savagely released on those poor men.
Slowly, he swung his legs out from underneath the sweaty hotel sheets. In the glass picture frame, a faint reflection of his bare torso caught his eye as he was trying to ignore the large mirror on the opposite wall. No, he was not a fit man. The bloated surface of his stomach, the receding hairline, and the salt-and-pepper hair all over his body pointed to the opposite. He had to catch his breath walking up a single flight of stairs. Lately, he was having to buy larger clothes. Yet, men still found him attractive. Or was that the money he had been flashing? Still, in the darkened shadow of his image, he could have sworn he had seen his father.
That bastard had been a cruel drunk. While his father never struck him, the cruelty lay within the non-committal forms of hypothetical love: the lack of acknowledgement, the disengaged small talk, the blatant rants, and the pity of cleaning up his vomit each time. No wonder his mother had left when he was seven and never returned.
A brief tremble shook his body. So long it had been since he thought about his father. That was a lifetime ago.
“Asshole,” he muttered. After slowly standing up and hearing the soft cracks in his knees, he ambled toward the window.
For nearly two decades, Russell was an executive chef in the restaurant industry, in which he created succulent entrees and managed various types of kitchen operations. In the last seven years, he began to teach future culinarians how to achieve their professional goals in hands-on classroom and lecture settings. With his recent graduate work in the field of sociology, his interests center on organizational behaviorism, social theory, and food insecurity.
Russell has been writing for the majority of his life. Last year, he published a second edition of his freshman novel, The Tale of Old Man Fischer. Slipping into alternative universes allows Russell to enjoy the process of creativity from the novel’s conception to its final draft. Most importantly, inspiration is a continuous piece of his work and results from the world around him. Currently, he lives in Up State New York with his wife, two children, and several cats.