A Lethal Mistake: Meet Bruce with Scotty Cade

September 14, 2016

A Lethal Mistake: Meet Bruce

Beau Bissonet and Tollison Cruz are back, along with Bruce, Auggie, and now Bastien, Tollison’s ex-partner. From the initial spark between them in Zurich, Bruce and Bastien’s attraction has flared, and Bastien has come to the Big Easy to explore what lies ahead for them.

It’s Mardi Gras, and New Orleans is alive and festive, teeming with excited tourists and locals alike. The first few parades go off without a hitch. And then a man is targeted, shot, and killed right in the middle of a crowded street. Auggie and Bruce are called in to investigate, but before they even get started, more deaths occur, one at each of the next two parades. Auggie realizes he’s dealing with a serial killer and jumps into action.

The next shot the killer fires affects the tightly knit group of friends in a way none of them could have ever imagined. Beau and Tollison join the investigation and stumble upon some similarities that are too strong to ignore. They begin to unravel the perpetrator’s motives and get ahead of him. Together they come up with a plan to stop the killing and serve justice in the process.

 

 Hi All,

Scotty Cade here. First off I’d like to thank my publisher, Dreamspinner Press for handing their blog over to me for a little while to toot my own horn (LOL! No horn jokes please) and tell you about my latest novel, “A Lethal Mistake,” which is the third book in the “Bissonet & Crus Investigations” series. Today I’m gonna give you a nice excerpt, but before I do that I’d like you to meet one of the main characters, Bruce Jenkins.

To date, the Bissonet & Cruz Investigations series has had four main characters. Beau Bissonet, Tollison Cruz, Bruce Jenkins and August Hebert. In book two, Veiled Loyalties, you briefly meet a fifth character, Sebastien “Bastien” Andros but in “A Lethal Mistake” you get to know Bastien a lot better.

Additionally, while promoting this release I’ll be doing five or so blog spots so you’ll get to meet each of the main characters, which in turn will help you understand them better for past and future novels.

Next up is Bruce Jenkins. I’ll let Bruce take it from here.

Hiya Guys,

Look! It’s me on the cover up there. Man! They polished the shit out of me. I guess the fact that they made me shave for the photo shoot worked in my favor. Hell, I almost look pretty. And trust me, I am not pretty. Beau was always the pretty one. I’m just average, slight of build, a little on the rough side, but I think I’m just average at best.

Wow! I still can’t believe I finally got my own book and now I have a chance to explain some things from my point of view.

For those of you who don’t know me, I’m just a simple guy who fell in love with a complicated asshole named Beau Bissonet way back when. While we were together I thought it was the kind of love that only came along once in a lifetime, which made it almost unbearable when it all came crashing down around me. But…recently I have changed my stance. I’ve decided that things work out the way they are supposed to and maybe…just maybe you do get a second chances at happiness.

Anyway, Beau and me. In the beginning we fit like a hand and a glove. Beau’s a great guy, but he comes with a lot of baggage. Not all his fault of course, but baggage just the same. His insecurities may be the reason he rubs people the wrong way, but I can tell you first hand when he loves, he loves hard. We met and fell in love when we were both rookies on the New Orleans Police Department. Man, life was good back then. No! Not just good, it was great.

We were both working very hard trying to get ahead on the force, but Beau’s “in your face” style, coupled with his intimidating personality did the trick and before long he was promoted to “Lead Detective.” And that’s where all our troubles began.

I was very happy for him, but as you can imagine, I felt more then a little left behind. And to make matters worse, Beau’s new job took him away from me a lot. I had shift work, we both did, but now Beau was “on duty” 24/7. The job took him away at all hours of the day and night and some nights he didn’t even get to come home.  I sucked it up, did what I could to support him but little by little we started to drift apart. While Beau saw his hard work as an investment in our future, he never realized what it was doing to us in the here and now. So he kept at it and I started resenting him for it.

When Beau finally got the slightest inclination about what was happening between us, unbeknownst to me, he arranged for a promotion to fall into my lap. Detective Bruce Jenkins at your service. In Beau’s mind, the promotion would allow us to spend more time together and therefore fix everything in our relationship. But by that time it was too little too late. I was so lonely I committed what Beau called the “cardinal sin” and I cheated on him. It was one time. Down and dirty. I didn’t plan it. I didn’t want it, but somehow it happened.

Looking back, I don’t think it was the act of cheating that hurt him as much as the fact that the trust was now gone. Forever. Beau always said he couldn’t love a man he didn’t trust and he certainly lived up to that admission. And since in his mind, he could no longer trust me, he threw me out. Well technically he asked me to leave, but it sure as hell felt like I was being thrown out.

So there we were. No longer a couple. Beau hating me and us having to work together, very closely, day after day because of the promotion he’d arranged. Talk about karma being a bitch. And not only was karma a bitch, Beau was a royal asshole. Man, he was rough on me. But not near as rough as I was on myself. It was bad. I mean…I deserved everything I got and more. In the time it took me to shove my dick up some stranger’s ass and get off, I was able to fuck up both of our lives forever. It was the most painful time in my life. I thought about ending it all, but that would have been the easy way out and I didn’t think I deserved that luxury. So I took the abuse from Beau day in and day out as my punishment.

But then Tollison came into our lives. Man was it hard watching he and Beau get closer. It was like stabbing me repeatedly and then twisting the knife. I wanted Beau to be happy, but I wanted him to be happy with me. Looking back, I secretly thought if I hung in there and took the crap he handed me everyday, he might just forgive me. But I finally realized that was never going to happen so I had to accept Tollison as his new guy. And once I did that, everything turned started to get better. Tollison was instrumental in helping Beau deal with me and my actions. He became my advocate, my friend and then eventually like family.

When Tollison needed help rescuing Bastien, I was immediately onboard. And am I ever glad I did. When I saw Bastien for the first time in Zurich, he was restrained and had such a look of fear on his face, all I wanted to do was hold him. And thank God. He let me. That was three months ago and now Bastien is coming to New Orleans to see me. To see what there is between us. This is the first time since Beau’s and my demise that I am truly hopeful for my future.

So there you have it. The whole shit storm from my point of view. But I don’t want to dwell on that time. I wanna focus on the future. And in doing so, I think Scotty has an excerpt for you. Hopefully you’ll enjoy it enough to pick up our little story. And please…cut Beau some slack. He really is one of the good guys.

Bruce.

 

Thanks Bruce. I do indeed have an excerpt, a little about me and some buy links if case you’re interested.

Enjoy!

Excerpt:

Bruce pulled up in front of the Lafayette Hotel on St. Charles Avenue in the heart of the arts and warehouse district and put his SUV in park. The trip downtown felt like it was over before it even started. There hadn’t been any awkward moments of silence, and the conversation flowed freely between them during the entire trip.

Over the last few months, he’d learned a lot about this mysterious man, but he still had so many questions. Over the course of their long-distance conversations, Bastien had modestly told Bruce he owned a small company called Andros International, which produced drilling equipment for mining operations. But when Bruce had later googled Andros International, he found a different story. Bastien’s company was the world’s leading provider of drilling services, drilling equipment, and performance tooling for the mining industry. The company operated in over thirty countries for a diverse mining customer base spanning a wide range of commodities, including copper, gold, nickel, zinc, uranium, and other metals and minerals.

Bruce, to say the least, was intrigued. Bastien seemed so refined and worldly, and Bruce was in awe of him. There was still much he wanted to know.

As soon as Bruce popped the locks, the doorman opened his door and leaned in. “Bonjour, gentlemen. Welcome to the Lafayette Hotel.”

The doorman took a step back and snapped his fingers. Bruce slid out of the SUV, but before he could make it to the back, a bellhop was already unloading the luggage.

Wow! This is some service.

Bastien came around from the passenger side, and the doorman stepped up again and nodded in Bastien’s direction. “Mr. Andros, I presume.”

“Oui. Bonjour,” Bastien said.

The doorman held the door open as Bastien and Bruce entered the lobby of the hotel. It was a small and very charming historic New Orleans hotel, and the staff seemed eager to assist. A young woman greeted them immediately.

“Monsieur Andros. Please allow me to introduce myself. I’m Julia Draper, your private concierge, and I will be personally taking care of your needs during your stay at our hotel.”

Bastien shook the young woman’s hand. “Tout le plaisir est pour moi.”

Julia flashed a faint smile.

“You must forgive me,” Bastien said. “I meant to say the pleasure is all mine. I’ve been in Geneva too long and forget my manners sometimes. Yes. And this is my companion, Bruce Jenkins, and during my time here, he will be allowed entry to my penthouse at his request.”

Julia turned to Bruce and nodded. “At your service, sir.”

“My car?” Bruce asked.

“Of course. I’ll have the valet park it for you.”

“Thank you.”

Julia turned back to Bastien. “Your penthouse is ready, and I received word just before you arrived that your rental car will be delivered within the hour.”

“Splendid,” Bastien said. “Now if you’ll excuse us, I’ve been traveling for seventeen hours and would like to get a little rest before the festivities of the evening.”

“Of course, sir,” Julia said. “Would you like me to show you to the penthouse?”

“That won’t be necessary.” Bastien winked at Bruce.

Julia handed Bastien and Bruce separate keycards. “The elevator is right around the corner. Simply slide the card into the slot labeled Penthouse, and you’re all set. Your luggage will be up momentarily if it’s not already there. Can I get you anything else?”

Bastien retrieved a bill from his wallet and slipped it into Julia’s hand as he shook it once again. “That will be all. Merci, Julia.” He turned to Bruce and took him by the hand. “Lets go, ma puce.” The elevator doors closed, and Bastien slid the key card into the slot as instructed. The Penthouse button on the panel illuminated and the car went up smoothly.

“Oh, that reminds me.” Bruce squeezed Bastien’s hand. “Beau and Tollison invited us to their house this evening for drinks, the parade, and then a late dinner.”

“Really? I was certain Mr. Bissonet wasn’t that taken with me.”

Bruce laughed. “Yeah. That’s most people’s reaction, but that’s just Beau. He takes a little while to warm up, but you’d be hard pressed to find a better man.”

“Sounds grand, then.”

The elevator dinged, and the doors opened into the foyer of a grand parlor with two free-standing stairways leading to a second floor. Bastien’s luggage was neatly stacked at the base of one set of stairs.

“Wow!” Bruce stepped off the elevator and looked around. The floors were white Carrera marble, with colorful rugs defining separate sitting areas flanking two large fireplaces. The furnishings were formal and a bit over-the-top, but lovely just the same. The room was voluminous, with floor to ceiling windows at least twelve feet high. When his eyes followed the heavy brocaded draperies from the floor up, he was surprised to see a mural painted on the ceiling. It depicted several ladies in flowing gowns of pale blues, pinks, and yellows with cherubs at their feet smiling up at the ladies adoringly. The mural was framed by gilded crown molding at least a foot thick. “This is quite a place.”

“Unfortunately it is.” Bastien looked around with his hands on his hips. “Personally I prefer a more understated, less formal décor, but there are some, of course, who would find this rococo mess attractive.”

“I’m relieved to hear that,” Bruce said. “My place is probably way more understated than you would prefer. Rococo?”

“Oh, it’s a style of architecture and décor originating in France in the early 18th century. I was never one to care for it, but it’s characterized by elaborate, but graceful, light ornamentation, often containing asymmetrical motifs. Much like you see here.”

Bruce laughed. “I must be the straightest homosexual in the world. Why didn’t I know that?”

Bastien took Bruce into his arms and rested his forehead against Bruce’s. “Because you are way more practical, ma puce. So am I.”

“Who wants to live like this” was the last thing Bruce heard Bastien say before he brought their lips together. Bruce wrapped his arms around Bastien’s waist and brought his hands to rest on the globes of Bastien’s firm ass. Bastien’s kiss was gentle at first and then became heated and needy, his tongue seeking entry and Bruce willingly opening to him. When they finally came up for air, they were both breathless.

Bastien cupped Bruce’s face in his hands. “I’ve wanted to do that since the moment I saw you at the airport.”

“Me too.” Bruce said.

“Can you stay awhile?” Bastien asked.

Damn! I hate my job right now! “I would love to, Bastien, but I’ve got to get back to the station. We had a shooting last night at one of the parades, and someone was killed. Things are a bit crazy right now. Besides, you need to get some rest.”

“I’m sorry about the shooting. Such a barbaric and heinous world we have become. But I must admit, I am a little tired. Not too tired to….”

Bruce pressed his lips against Bastien’s in a soft, gentle kiss. “I know. God, I know. But I’ll be back to pick you up around four thirty. Is that okay?”

“Perfect, ma puce. Oh. What does one wear to a parade?”

Bruce chuckled. “Very casual. Jeans and a sweater. Oh, and bring a jacket. It may get a little chilly after dark.”

“Consider it done.”

“Okay. The sooner I get back to work; the sooner I get to leave.”

“Be off, then.” Bastien stole one last kiss, then shoved Bruce toward the door. “Until four thirty.”

“Until four thirty, then,” Bruce repeated, stepping into the elevator.

When he turned around, Bastien was leaning against the banister at the base of the stairs eyeing him seductively, his arms folded across his chest and one foot crossed over the other at the ankle. He was looking every bit like a New York runway model. Then the doors closed and Bastien disappeared.

On the ride down, Bruce toyed at least three times with the idea of blowing off his job and going right back up to take the handsome Bastien Andros right there in the foyer. But in the end he was too responsible. He knew he couldn’t do that to Auggie. And besides, it was way too soon for that type of intimacy. Kissing? Hell yeah! Sex? Soon, but not yet.

En route to the station, Bruce called Beau.

“How did it go?” Beau asked without saying hello.

“It went well.” Bruce blushed and cleared his throat, remembering the kiss.

“So are we on for tonight?” Beau asked.

“Yep. We’ll be there around five. And, Beau?”

“Yeah?”

“Please behave yourself,” Bruce begged. “Just… this one time?”

“What—”

“Oh Christ, Beau. Don’t give me that,” Bruce interrupted. “No dredging up the past. No jokes at my expense. You know what I’m talking about. Just give me this one night, and I’ll never ask for another free pass.”

“Fine! But I still—”

“Bye, Beau.” Bruce ended the call.

  

 

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Scotty Cade left Corporate America and twenty-five years of Marketing and Public Relations behind to buy an Inn & Restaurant on the island of Martha’s Vineyard with his partner of over twenty years. He started writing stories as soon as he could read, but just five years ago for publication.  When not at the Inn, you can find him on the bow of his boat writing gay romance novels with his Shetland sheepdog Mavis at his side.  Being from the south and a lover of commitment and fidelity, all of his characters find their way to long healthy relationships, however long it takes them to get there.  He believes that in the end, the boy should always get the boy.

 

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