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TEN DAYS IN AUGUST
BY KATE McMURRAY
From the Lower East Side to uptown Manhattan, a curious detective searches for clues on the sidewalks of New York—and finds a secret world of forbidden love that’s too hot to handle…
New York City, 1896. As the temperatures rise, so does the crime rate. At the peak of this sizzling heat wave, police inspector Hank Brandt is called to investigate the scandalous murder of a male prostitute. His colleagues think he should drop the case, but Hank’s interest is piqued, especially when he meets the intriguing key witness: a beautiful female impersonator named Nicholas Sharp.
As a nightclub performer living on the fringes of society, Nicky is reluctant to place his trust in a cop—even one as handsome as Hank. With Police Commissioner Theodore Roosevelt cracking down on vice in the city, Nicky’s afraid that getting involved could end his career. But when he realizes his life is in danger—and Hank is his strongest ally—the two men hit the streets together to solve the crime. From the tawdry tenements of the Lower East Side to the moneyed mansions of Fifth Avenue, Nicky and Hank are determined to uncover the truth. But when things start heating up between them, it’s not just their lives on the line. It’s their love…
TEN DAYS IN AUGUST
BY KATE McMURRAY
A dead horse sat like a mound in the middle of East Fourth Street. Flies buzzed about its heavy body and the scent of flesh rotting permeated the air. Hank hurried past it, though it was the third such horse he’d seen since he’d left the precinct house. The smell was so putrid that if he saw one more dead animal in the middle of the street, he might vomit. As it was, he barely held on to his dignity in this heat.
Heat and death were everywhere. That was all this miserable week had brought him. The hospitals had been swarmed with people flagging under the relentless, inescapable dread of August, and the morgues could not keep up with the demand.
The heat would break, but the toll on the city once the dust cleared was unimaginable. Commissioner Roosevelt had compared it to a cholera outbreak in a meeting the day before.
Hank couldn’t identify the sudden swooshing sound behind him, but then he realized someone had turned a hose on First Avenue.
This had been going on for four straight days. How many more could they really take?
A few minutes later, Hank arrived at a nondescript building. The front door was wide open, as were all of the windows. Curtains from the third floor billowed out of the building as a gentle breeze moved through, but the breeze wasn’t enough to do much more than furnish the citizens of New York with the memories of cooler days.
Hank pulled his handkerchief from his pocket and mopped some of the sweat off the back of his neck and his mustache. Trying to look presentable was likely a futile enterprise, but he wanted to try. He then climbed the stairs to the fourth floor, his lungs burning as he did so. He had to pause at the top of the stairs to mop his face again and catch his breath.
He would have jumped into the East River right then if it weren’t so far away.
Huffing a bit, Hank walked across the hall and knocked on the door to apartment 4F.
It took a moment, but eventually Nicky opened the door.
“Hello, Inspector,” Nicky said, leaning on the doorframe.
He was beautiful. His hair was disheveled instead of carefully combed, which had the effect of making him look a little wild. He wore no makeup now, no affectation. He was tall and thin with pouty lips and sparkling blue eyes. If Hank had ever seen a more beautiful man, he could not remember the occasion.
“And here you are, just as promised,” Nicky said.
It took Hank an embarrassingly long moment to speak. He was dumbstruck, speechless in the wake of Nicky’s beauty. But he swallowed and said, “I need some more information.”
Meet Author Kate McMurry…
Kate McMurray is an award-winning author romance author and an unabashed romance fan. When she’s not writing, she works as a nonfiction editor, dabbles in various crafts, and is maybe a tiny bit obsessed with baseball. She is currently president of the New York City chapter of Romance Writers of America. She lives in Brooklyn, NY.
Links to Kate’s website, blog, books, etc.
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