Brady Halverson is a self-made man with his life under control. He has the money. He has the man. He has it all. When an international scandal pits brother against brother, he realizes how quickly he could lose it.
While Brady is learning the truth behind his brother’s lies, his boyfriend Blue is learning another lesson about loyalty and the fragile bonds of friendship. A careless moment divides Blue’s circle of friends, threatening to tear it apart.
Putting things back together forces them to test the bonds of friendship and family. For one of them, things will never be the same.
This is the first book by this author that I have read. Would reading prior books have beneficial? Yes probably, however, it isn’t a problem.
Brady is a retired money man who has a positive work ethic and is a self-made millionaire. His life partner is a younger man called Blue who writes best-selling, Grammy award winning songs.
There is a huge amount going on in the story and although the issue with Brady’s brother starts and concludes the story it isn’t the only one.
Self-reflection is a big part of the story and is well written. Character and setting descriptions are detailed and easy to visualise however the story dragged a bit for me, I felt like it was stretched out a bit that’s why I gave it 3 1/2 stars. Definitely worth the read though.
Brady walked barefoot down the hall of his condo, tan carpet cushioning his steps, his mind on the golf course. He looked forward to Wednesdays at the country club, working on his game and chatting with fellow golfers. They celebrated their morning on the green with cognac at the clubhouse, bragging about better days and better scores.He strode past the office he’d learned to ignore, the career that used to define him downgraded to a lucrative hobby. The trill of the phone on his desk lured him to the open door. It didn’t make that sound often anymore. He stepped into the sunlit room, a muted version of summer pouring through the full-length tinted windows. He paused within reach of the receiver, tempted to let the call go to voice mail. It wasn’t an emergency. It couldn’t be.There were no emergencies in investing. Only a slow-rising panic that took days to peak and gave people ulcers in the process. That phone produced headaches. His cell dealt with calamity, and it hadn’t made a sound.A glance at the caller ID challenged his certainty, scattering the casual curiosity and denting his mood.Why were the Royal Canadian Mounted Police phoning his office?A spike of fear drilled into his gut at the thought that his boyfriend, Blue, had tripped over something and done a face plant into trouble. It wouldn’t be the first time, though Blue’s brand of trouble didn’t warrant the RCMP’s attention. At worst, it attracted the Vancouver police and a couple of paramedics.He picked up on the third ring, pushing aside the explanation. If they were calling about Blue, they wouldn’t be on his landline.“This is Sergeant George with IMET,” a man said in his ear. “I’m trying to reach Brady Halverson.”“This is Brady. You’re with what?”“The Integrated Market Enforcement Team. Do you have a moment to answer some questions?”He wasn’t familiar with that division, but the name was enough to launch dread down a zip line through his intestines.“Sure.” He stood behind his desk, cringing at the thought of something unpleasant crashing into his life.“You work as a hedge fund manager. Is that correct?”“Not anymore. I’m a part-time investment advisor.”“And you have a brother named Terry Bernard Halverson?”That question didn’t make any sense. The topics weren’t related. “Yes. What’s this about?”
“Would you mind coming down to our office to discuss a few things?”He didn’t like the way the sergeant stepped around his question. Neither did his blood pressure.“Can you tell me what this is about?” he repeated, suspicion inching toward dread and puddling under his arms.“It regards your brother.”“I figured that.” His heart pounded through scenes of kidnappings by professionals who specialized in compound interest and compound fractures. “Is he all right?”“To my knowledge, he’s fine. I’d rather ask the remaining questions in person if you don’t mind. It’s not urgent, but it is important.”He breathed out the tension in his stomach. “Yeah, I guess. What’s the address?”Sergeant George gave it.“Does it need to be today?”“No. Anytime this week will be fine.”
They agreed to meet the next morning, and he hung up, questions crowding his head. The biggest was what Market Enforcement in British Columbia wanted with a concert violinist from Toronto.
In her spare time, she is a dedicated LGBTQIA rights activist with a special focus on the thousands of rejected and abandoned kids who end up on the street every year. To support the cause, 25% of the royalties from every book go to LGBT charities.