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Read an Excerpt
Clay had experienced many things in his life as a soldier and later as an investigator. Nothing, however, had prepared him for standing in a restaurant kitchen, among the hustle and bustle of a busy afternoon’s late lunch rush, surrounded by a number of wriggling, joggling, moving, and quite frankly unappetising cuisines.
He’d drawn the straw to interview Penny Whitfield, the owner of the restaurant in Fetish Alley, an establishment aptly called Moving Feast. He could see why.
He swallowed his discomfort as Penny, dressed in chef’s whites and shouting out instructions to the kitchen staff, deftly sliced the head off a wriggling eel and slapped it onto a plate. She was a tall, large-boned woman, with strands of blond hair escaping from her plastic head covering. Clay imagined her a Valkyrie, statuesque and capable.
She continued to slice eel into thick pieces. “Despite the name, we still get people who don’t fancy their food still moving when they get it. Bloody traditionalists.” She snorted. “Still, they pay the same price if I serve it to them dead so what the hell, I say. Money is money.”
Clay was trying hard to keep the rising swell of bile from rushing up and choking him. He’d never been one to think too hard where his food came from, and seeing it up close and personal wasn’t in his best interests, or his stomach’s.
He tried to make himself heard above the clatter of dishes and noise, and to ignore the fact the eel head was staring at him in reproach.
“So what time did you say you last saw Dixon Barnaby at the club?”
Penny paused what she was doing, and her face scrunched up. Her brown eyes darted upward. “Around eleven pm, I think. The lot of us left right after he did, about half an hour later I believe.”
“And you didn’t notice anything wrong with Mr Barnaby? Did he give any sign he was feeling unwell?”
He watched in fascination as her gloved hands reached into a bucket of wriggling ants and scattered them across another bowl of still wriggling eel.
About the Author:
Susan attained PAN status with the Romance Writers of America with her first M/M book, Stripped Bare. She’s currently a member of The Society of Authors in the UK, and the Authors Guild in the US. She enjoys being a member of Queer Romance Ink, All Author, Book + Main Bites and the Paranormal Romance Guild.
The ‘Unofficial’ stuff
She loves going to the theatre, live music concerts (especially if it’s her man crush Adam Lambert) walks in the countryside, a good G &T, lazing away afternoons reading a good book, and watching re-runs of Silent Witness.
Her chequered past includes being mistaken for a prostitute in the city of Johannesburg, being chased by a rhino on a dusty Kenyan road, getting kicked out of a youth club for being a ‘bad influence’ (she encourages free thinking), and having an aunt who was engaged to Cliff Richard.
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