A Lethal Mistake by Scotty Cade Cover Reveal, Excerpt & Giveaway!

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Hi guys, today we have the charming Scotty Cade popping in with the cover to his upcoming release A Lethal Mistake, the third book in his Bissonet & Cruz Investigations. We have a short intro from Scotty, a fantastic excerpt and a brilliant giveaway, so enjoy the post and leave a comment with the answer to Scotty’s question to enter the giveaway! ❤ ~Pixie~

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A Lethal Mistake

(Bissonet & Cruz Investigations 03)
by

Scotty Cade

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.

Beau and Tollison join the investigation and stumble upon some similarities in the murders that are too strong to ignore. But before they can unravel the perpetrator’s motives and get ahead of him, he fires another shot that affects the tightly knit group of friends in a way none of them could have ever imagined. Together they must all come up with a plan to stop the killing and serve justice in the process.

Release date: 14th September 2016

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Scotty Cade

Hi There! Scotty Cade here and first and foremost I want to thank Miss Pixie and the entire gang over at MM Good Book Reviews for allowing me to do a cover reveal for my next novel, A Lethal Mistake. This is the third book in the Bissonet & Cruz Investigations series and I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Included in this posts will be an excerpt, buy links, a little about me (for you new followers) and chance to win this book. I know authors don’t usually give away a copy of the book they are promoting away, but Beau and Tollison have such loyal fans, I wanted to give them a chance to get the book on release day.

So here’s how the contest goes. I know this will be a little extra work for you but if you read The Royal Street Heist (Book One) or Veiled Loyalties (Book Two) I’d like you to tell me your favorite line from either of the books. From those posts we will choose one lucky person to get A Lethal Mistake on release day.

Thank you in advance for posting and I hope you enjoy.

Scotty

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Excerpt

“Come on!” An impatient Montgomery Beaumont Bissonet slapped the steering wheel with both palms and then laid on his horn. “I love Mardi Gras as much as the next guy, but this is ridiculous.” He looked at his watch. “Three blocks in an hour. We’re gonna have to find a new route home.”

“Beau! If you blow that damn horn one more time….”

“What? You’re gonna take it out on my ass when we get home?”

Tollison Eduardo Braga Cruz, his business and life partner, raised one eyebrow. “Maybe.”

Beau laid on the horn again and smiled defiantly. “Don’t threaten me with a good time.”

Tollison couldn’t stifle his laugh. “Do you really think blowing the horn is gonna make the traffic move any faster?”

“No. But it makes me feel better.”

Tollison met Beau’s gaze. “Enough with the horn. Okay?”

“Come on, Tol. You provoked it. At least threaten me with something I hate.”

“Okay. Like what?”

“Oh… I don’t know. Like maybe forcing me go into the bathroom after Iona or something.”

Tollison howled. “Where did that come from?”

Iona Ball was a sweet elderly lady they’d met while solving the Royal Street heist. She’d been the administrative assistant to a questionable art dealer named Dudley Robinette. But when Mr. Robinette was found strangled to death at one of his gallery showings, she no longer had a job.

After the case was solved and Beau and Tollison resigned their positions to open their own private investigations business, they’d rented the space previously occupied by Robinette’s business, and she… well, let’s just say she came with the place.

Beau gave Tollison an incredulous stare. “Are you telling me you haven’t noticed the foul odors, not to mention the strange noises that come out of that bathroom when Iona is dropping the kids off at the pool?”

“Jeez, Beau. Dropping the kids off at the pool? What a lovely term.”

“Come on, Tol. I don’t know what that woman eats, but man oh man.”

“She’s an old lady, Beau. And we knew she was an old lady when we hired her, but she’s a damn good office manager, and more importantly she’s our friend.”

“Yes, she is, and I adore her, but can’t she drop the kids off at her own pool?”

Beau was so bored he hoped he could get Tollison agitated enough to take him on. Secretly, Beau loved torturing Tollison with these kinds of discussions. They were always entertaining, and boy, did he need a distraction from the traffic right now. Anything to pass the time. Tollison opened his mouth. Yes! Here comes the tirade.

Beau knew Tollison well enough to know he would argue any point to the bitter end, even something as trivial as whether people should be able to use the bathroom whenever and wherever they needed to. But much to his dismay, Tollison closed his mouth when the traffic started moving and thereby avoided falling into one of Beau’s traps.

Damn! I was so close. Beau was disappointed. He knew he was being disrespectful, not to mention an ass, to poor Iona, but he didn’t really mean it. He was just trying to get a rise out of Tollison. In all honesty, being an ass was one of the things Beau did best. It was a gift! But being disrespectful was something he saved for when he was trying really hard to make a point.

When they finally crossed over St. Charles Avenue and things started to move again, Tollison sighed. “We’re definitely going to have to find a new route home. Tonight is just the first of the many Uptown parades, and we’ve got another two weeks of this.”

“Maybe we can switch up our hours, go in earlier and work from home a little more.”

“That might work,” Tollison agreed. “At least we could get home before all this mess starts.”

“Hey! You don’t get to refer to Mardi Gras traffic as a mess. That’s a privilege reserved for us locals.”

“Fine. But we don’t have these traffic problems during Carnival in my country.”

Beau smiled when he realized this might be another opportunity to get Tollison going. “That’s because everyone drives donkeys in Portugal,” he said.

Tollison huffed. “Come on, Beau. How many times do I have to tell you we don’t use asses for transportation in Portugal? They’re reserved for husbands and private investigators.”

“Ha-ha.” Beau chuckled. “Good one. But remember, you’re a husband and a PI too.”

“Yeah, well,” Tollison agreed, “I can also be an ass.”

“Tell me about it.”

Tollison gave Beau another raised eyebrow, and Beau reached over and squeezed Tollison’s knee. “Just kidding, love muffin.”

“I figured as much.” Tollison laid his hand on top of Beau’s. “So we’ll talk to Iona about changing our hours tomorrow morning.”

“You do remember we own Bissonet & Cruz Investigations. Right?” Beau asked.

“I know, but Iona relies on us for certain things, and it will change her schedule as well.”

“Good point.”

Beau pulled into their driveway on Prytania Street at long last and put the SUV in park. “Home sweet home.”

“Yeah. And it only took us two hours as opposed to our normal fifteen minutes.” Tollison opened his door and walked around to the back of the SUV.

People dressed in all sorts of costumes were flooding down Prytania and heading up Broadway to St. Charles Avenue, pulling kids in wagons, hauling ladders with seats bolted to the tops, carrying lawn chairs and coolers. It was mayhem.

“Look at the people!” Tollison said.

Beau nodded. “Yep. First two uptown parades. The Krewe of Oshun rolls at six o’clock, and immediately following is the Krewe of Cleopatra. Big night in the garden district.”

“Back to back?”

“Sure. And there are two more parades rolling in Metairie—Krewe’s of Excalibur and Athena—and one in the French Quarter as well.” Beau cast a questioning glance at his partner. “We’re still going tonight, right?”

“Hell yeah. This is my first real Mardi Gras in New Orleans. Well, technically it’s my second. I was living here last year, but remember I had to be back in Atlanta for a few weeks, packing up and trying to close on the sale of my condo. I missed the whole damn thing. But I wouldn’t miss this year for the world.”

“Good. And don’t remind me,” Beau said. “That was the three longest weeks of my life.” He took Tollison by the hand and led him up the steps to the front porch, then unlocked the door and stepped inside with Tollison following.

“Hey, what’s the official attire for a Mardi Gras parade anyway?” Tollison asked.

“Nothing designer, if that’s what you’re asking,” Beau said playfully. “I’m wearing jeans and a long-sleeved T.”

“Seriously?”

“Yep. And I’d bring a jacket. It might get a little chilly after dark.”

“No. I meant seriously, nothing designer?”

Beau laughed, pulling Tollison into his arms and whispering into his ear. “I know, Mr. Armani. It’s gonna be tough, but I think you’ll survive.”

Beau let his hands slip down to rest on the tight muscular globes forming Tollison’s ass. He squeezed. “I’m gonna head up and shower.” He kissed Tollison’s neck. “I’ll wash your back, if you’ll wash mine.”

“You go on up. I’ll grab us a couple of beers and be up in a second.”

“Okay.” Beau stole another kiss. “But hurry.” He hit the stairs, taking them two steps at a time, loosening his tie and sliding it from his collar as he climbed.

In the bedroom Beau shed his suit coat, toed off his shoes, and within minutes was naked as a jaybird, standing impatiently in front of the glass-enclosed shower. He bounced from foot to foot and wrapped his arms around himself as he waited for the water to heat up.

Seconds later he stepped into a steaming hot shower and closed the door behind him. He felt like he was being wrapped in a cocoon of warmth and basked in the sensations. Bracing his hands against the wall on each side of the showerhead, he allowed the hot water to beat down on his head, neck, and shoulders, washing away the stresses of the day. He waited with anticipation for Tollison to join him.

As the water streamed down on him, he thought back to his and Tollison’s rough beginning. The Royal Street art heist was where it all started. They had been involuntarily thrust upon each other while independently trying to solve the case, and at the outset it hadn’t gone well. The lead detective and the insurance investigator had been a volatile combination at best, each fighting for control. Then, to add insult to injury, they’d been ordered to work together when the robbery became a high-profile case.

In the end that heist had forged a mutual respect and trust between them that turned into a steamy romance and then into something much more. Love. Something Beau had only experienced a couple of times in his life. He knew without a doubt Tollison had his back, and Beau would give his own life to save Tollison’s. He loved the man that much.

Beau shivered but smiled broadly when he felt a momentary burst of cold air fill his warm space. He didn’t have to open his eyes to picture Tollison’s tan, long, lean, muscular body stepping into the shower and standing behind him. In his mind’s eye, he saw every inch of the man from the top of his head to the tips of his toes. They had been together just under two years, and the expectation of Tollison’s touch still drove Beau every bit as wild with need and desire as it had when they’d first met.

In a playful mood and wanting to toy with Tollison just a little, Beau ignored him and instead filled his hands with shower gel from the dispenser. Starting with his biceps, he ran his hands all over his body, soaping himself, taking a little extra time to spread his ass cheeks to make sure Tollison got a nice view of his bottom.

When Beau struck a strategic pose and bent over to wash his calves, he felt as much as heard Tollison growl as he stepped up behind him and slid his already hard length into the crack of Beau’s ass.

Beau smiled. “Sam? What are you doing here? Tollison’s downstairs!”

He let out something between a yelp and a squeal when Tollison’s hand landed on his ass with a slap that echoed through the shower. Tollison pulled him close until his back was against Tollison’s chest and held him there. Beau could feel the heat of Tollison’s breath against his ear when he whispered. “Sam, huh?”

Before Beau could think of something clever to say, Tollison bit his earlobe, sending pulses of pleasure through his entire body.

Tollison’s lips moved lower, mouthing seductively at Beau’s neck, and Beau shuddered and tilted his head to give him better access.

“I meant to say Toll—” Beau mumbled. But he swallowed his voice when Tollison slipped one finger inside him and simultaneously bit down on the sensitive area between his neck and shoulder to suck on his wet skin.

“Say you’re sorry,” Tollison whispered, pushing a second finger inside, “or you’ll need to be punished.”

Beau closed his eyes and didn’t respond.

“I said—”

“I know what you said, Sam, but I think I’d rather take my punishment.”

Tollison hissed and scissored his fingers, which were already slowly moving inside of Beau’s soapy opening. Beau stiffened and then relaxed as his cock filled with each of Tollison’s movements. He placed his hands on the shower wall and dropped his head. Tollison nibbled and bit Beau’s neck and shoulders, bringing him right to the edge of pain and then licking the sting away. He removed his fingers, and Beau was about to complain when he felt Tollison’s length pressing against his opening, pushing in ever so slowly.

His heart rate and breathing doubled instantly, and he braced himself for the wonderful piercing pain he knew was soon to follow. Beau moaned and clawed at the marble wall when Tollison not only breached his opening but pushed all the way in without stopping.

Thousands of lightning bolts flashed behind Beau’s eyes, jolting him with electricity and forcing him into submission. Tollison was in total control, and Beau didn’t want it any other way. It wasn’t often he could let go and give himself to Tollison like this—allowing him to completely overpower him. But when it did happen, he loved it.

Tollison’s held his position, giving Beau time to relax around him, but Beau didn’t want to relax. He wanted Tollison to fuck him and fuck him hard.

“Move!” Beau hissed. “Now!”

Tollison pulled almost all the way out. “You gonna lay on the horn again the next time we’re in traffic?”

“Hell yeah!”

Tollison slammed back into him, and Beau cried out again, “Hell yeah!” He craned his head around, searching for Tollison’s mouth in the steamy shower, and they came together in a hungry, devouring kiss.

Tollison pulled out. “You ready for your punishment, boy?”

“Yes!” Beau screamed.

Plastering his lips against Beau’s back, he plowed right back in. Beau’s guts felt like they were going to explode each time Tollison’s length filled him. With each thrust, the pain slowly morphed into pleasure, and then when Tollison brushed against Beau’s sweet spot, Beau howled with unbridled desire. “Punish me, Sam. Please!”

Tollison now had him by the hips and was thrusting in and out feverishly, sending volts of electricity coursing through him with each plunge. Tollison reached around Beau and took him in hand, started pumping in unison with each of his thrusts.

Beau was suddenly on the verge of an explosion. All of his nerve endings were on fire, and with each of Tollison’s moves, the sensations multiplied. He was on extrasensory overload, and he couldn’t last much longer. “Oh God, Tol. Don’t stop.”

“What happened to Sam?” Tollison asked, not missing a beat.

“Who?” Beau asked.

“I love you,” Tollison said as picked up the pace.

Tollison’s hand and cock were an unstoppable team, and Beau was at his limit. He sucked in a ragged breath and released it. “Now!”

“Let go, baby,” Tollison said. “I’m there too.”

Beau’s felt his ass tighten around Tollison as the first wave of his orgasm washed over him. He watched his release land on the marble wall in front of him, spurt after spurt. Almost instantly he felt Tollison’s warm explosion deep inside his gut. Beau rode the waves of pleasure as Tollison rammed into him a few more rounds, emptying into him, and then slowed.

When they were both spent, Tollison collapsed onto Beau’s back, and Beau kept them upright only because his hands were still braced on the wall. When Tollison was upright once more, Beau turned in his arms and covered his lips in a crushing kiss, sloppy tongues thrashing everywhere. Beau hoped the kiss expressed his gratitude and love for the man standing in front of him. When the kiss finally ended, Beau held Tollison’s face in his hands.

“I love you.”

Tollison ran his tongue over Beau’s shoulder and licked up to his ear. “I love you too. Burt.”

“Asshole!” Beau howled and smacked Tollison on the ass.

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About Scotty

Scotty Cade author pic sScotty 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, most 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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Giveaway!

Win an ecopy of A Lethal Mistake!

(Just leave a comment with your favorite line from The Royal Street Heist (Book One) or Veiled Loyalties (Book Two))
(Ends 13th September 2016)
Winner will be picked at random and receive prize on release day 14th September 2016
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