Murder in New York by C.J. Baty: Exclusive Excerpt & Giveaway!

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Exclusive Excerpt from Murder in New York

by C.J. Baty

Thirty more minutes passed, and Stiles was ready to jump out of his skin. His hand was on the door knob and just as he twisted it, the club door opened. Michael appeared and there was no one with him. He stepped to the curb and looked up and down the street. As soon as he spotted the taxi, he waved for it. Stiles slumped down in the back seat and Martin turned the vehicle around and stopped in front of Michael. The street was deserted at this time of morning. He opened the door and slid into the back seat.

“Oh,” Michael said as he sat on Stiles shoulder where he was lying in the seat.

“What on earth?”

“Sorry,” Stiles answered as he sat up. Martin had pulled away from the curb and given him the all clear to do so.

“We just didn’t want anyone to see me already in here when you got in.” Stiles said reaching for Michael’s hand, not caring whether Martin saw them or not. Michael tried to pull his hand away, but Stiles wouldn’t let him.

He whispered, “I was getting worried.”

Through the dirty windows of the taxi enough light shown through for Stiles to see Michael’s face. His hand was ice cold and he was perspiring. He laid his head back on the seat and closed his eyes.

“How did it go?” Martin called from the front seat.

“Give him a moment Martin, he doesn’t look good,” Stiles said as he stroked Michael’s fingers to warm them.

“I’ve never seen anything like it in my life,” Michael uttered as he sat up straight in his seat.

“They. . . he. . . didn’t hurt you. . .” Stiles couldn’t finish the sentence.

“No, I didn’t participate in anything,” Michael said with a small smile on his lips. “He just wanted to show me around. Have me witness some of the things going on and discuss them with him. I wasn’t sure what he was looking for, but I played along and told him what I thought he wanted to hear.”

“Who are you talking about?” Martin asked. “Gershon?”

“Yes of course,” Michael answered bewildered by Martin’s question. “Who else would it be?”

“We never saw him enter the building,” Stiles said releasing Michael’s hand. They had pulled up in front of the Pinkerton building and would be getting out.

“Let’s go in,” Stiles said. “I could use a drink.”

“Agreed.” Martin replied.

“He kept you waiting how long?” Martin asked as he poured them each another drink. Stiles noted this was his third and possibly Michael’s fourth.

“It was well over an hour,” Michael answered as he sipped his drink. “Another man, Justin, entertained me and brought me drinks while I waited in this tiny sitting room. I could hear voices coming from all directions in the building. Above me. Below me. Some were very muffled, and I came to realize later on, that was because the men in some of the rooms were gagged. They could do little more than moan, no matter their level of pain or pleasure.”

Martin shuddered as he asked, “You actually saw men being whipped?”

“Oh yes. I’ve been to a lot of places and seen a lot of things in my life but nothing like this. There was a large man, as large as Gershon, with huge shoulders and long legs dressed only in his britches and boots. He had dark hair that curled around his neck and even more dark hair covered his back. Gershon, said it was a flogger. A long stick with leather strips on it tied in knots at the ends. The other man was flinging it repeatedly on a young man’s back and buttocks. It left red welts where ever it touched the man. He wasn’t gagged. He screamed each time the strips cut into his flesh.”

“Did you see Gershon doing any of these things?” Stiles asked.

“No. He was completely dressed as was I. He never said a word about me partaking of any of the things we observed. At one point, I ask him why he invited me to the club.”

“Did he give you an answer?” Stiles had a feeling he already knew what the answer was, but he had to ask.

Michael hesitated and held his glass out to Martin. After Martin poured the drink, he took a gulp before he answered Stiles.

“He said he wanted to be sure that you understood what his partners have participated in.” Michael’s eyes were huge, pupils dilated. He was afraid.

“What the hell?” Martin shouted. “He wants Stiles to do these things.”

“No,” Stiles answered, then finished his own drink. His hands were shaking when he sat the glass down on Martin’s desk. “He wanted me to know that he had participated in this before.”

Stiles looked back and forth between Martin and Michael before he spoke again. “He knows we are on to him and we don’t have one bit of evidence.”

“You aren’t going back there,” Stiles stated as he wrapped his arms around Michael.

They’d left Martin’s office at nearly four in the morning and returned to Michael’s small apartment. Only taking time to undress, they fell into bed. Stiles was exhausted, and he knew Michael was as well. He was determined that they get some sleep and refused to discuss the evenings events again.

“Don’t you think. . .” Michael started but Stiles stopped him.

“No,” Stiles rolled to his back and stared at the ceiling. “Please do this for me.”

Michael ran his fingers up and down Stile’s chest. Touching him gently and never going very far away. Stiles felt the same way. He needed Michael close.

“Then you can’t go either,” Michael insisted.

“He knows he can get to me through you. He won’t ask me to visit the club.” Stiles stilled Michael’s fingers with his hand.

“This is too dangerous. I don’t want you involved anymore.”

“Why?” Michael’s voiced quivered.

“Because.”

“Why?” Michael asked again.

“I don’t want to argue with you. It’s late, well early but both of us need to sleep. Just let it go Michael,” Stiles raised up on his elbow and bent over to kiss Michael.

“I can say it, you know?” Michael’s eyes twinkled as he spoke. “I love you Stiles. Why are you so afraid to say it?”

Stiles kissed Michael and twisted in the bed until he had Michael wrapped in his arms facing away from him. He heard the deep sad sigh that Michael released before he relaxed in Stiles embrace. He didn’t know why he couldn’t say the words aloud, but in his mind, they played over and over until he finally fell asleep.

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About Murder in New York

Coming back to New York to see her ailing father, Lizzie Ferguson did not expect to find him healthy and newly married to a much younger woman. She, also, didn’t expect to connect with an old lover and childhood friend or be accused of killing her father. But, life has a way of knocking you to your knees when you least expect it.

Stiles Long had always regretted that the killer, from his first case as a Pinkerton Agent, had got away. Now, in New York it was happening again. The Hotel Astor Bar was a meeting place for men who enjoyed the company of men. And, some of them were being brutally murdered. When one of the suspects from the original case appears at the hotel, Stiles is torn between his desire to stop a killer and kiss the man senseless.

Two different cases, but some of the faces overlap from one to the other. Stiles and Lizzie are in a race to discover who the killers are before another body gets added to the count.

Available at: Amazon

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About CJ Baty

CJ Baty lives in southwest Ohio with her very patient husband and two encouraging children. Her heart however, lives in the mountains of Tennessee where she hopes to retire some day. The mountains have always provided her with inspiration and a soothing balm to the stresses of everyday life.

The dream of writing her own stories started in high school but was left on the back burner of life until her son introduced her to Fan Fiction and encouraged her to give it a try. She found that her passion for telling a story was still there and writing them down to share with others was much more thrilling than she had ever expected.

One thing she has learned from life and she is often heard to say is, “You are never too old to follow your dream!”

Find out more about CJ on her Blog/WebsiteFacebookTwitterGoogle+Pinterest and MeWe (C.J. Baty).

As part of this blog tour, CJ is giving away a$10 Amazon Gift Card and a choice of ebook from her backlist!! To enter, just click the link below!

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One thought on “Murder in New York by C.J. Baty: Exclusive Excerpt & Giveaway!

  1. Congrats on your new book release. Thank you for the excerpt!

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