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"A man wakes up in a hospital bed with no recollection of how he got there, or even of who he is. Memory comes to him only in spurts: Harsh pounding rhythms with the bass notes on drums and bass guitar, the melody sharper, more intense, weaving in and out of the throbbing pulse. Coloured beams flight which lit up sweat- slicked bodies. Maleness and sex. Contorted limbs sharpened by the rampant rhythms, dancing to the strident disharmonies of the lights. The persistent, insistent thump had given him an erection. That and the whirling, athletic body of the guy with the golden hair. "Who is he?" he asked his friend. "That's Edward Kemble. Eddie." "He's beautiful." The words were out before he could stop them but perhaps lost in the music - or perhaps he didn't even say them for his friend didn't comment. From this we know that the protagonist is gay, but even worse, he is involved in a love triangle and a crime that only becomes clear at the story's ending. Like all of Michael Gouda's tales, this was a very satisfying read and a satisfying mystery. For a mixture of sex and suspense, you won't find anyone better...on either side of the Atlantic." |
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