Echo of Redemption by Roxy Harte
Copyright 2009 Lyrical Press, Inc.

  • Echo of Redemption
  • Roxy Harte


    • A naked man lies restrained in the middle of our dining room table, not such an unusual circumstance for any particular night but an odd fact given Master is operating on him. Removing bullets to be exact. The man on the table I only just discovered is my lover Thomas’s twin. Almost two years I’ve known him and never once did he believe the information was relevant.

    I’m peeved.

    As much because there are now blood stains on the wood floors as because I feel I know nothing about the two men I call Master.

    “Shouldn’t we call nine-one-one?”

    Did I ask that? God. Oh God. Thomas’s brother is bleeding from more holes in his body than I can count. This isn’t good. This really isn’t good. Though if the strength of the man’s curses is any indication, he’s going to be just fine. But what about the rest of us? Has he led danger straight to our door?

    A scream fills the air and Thomas pushes his brother’s shoulders back down onto the table, even though a dozen straps restrain him. “Hang on, Nikos. He’s almost finished.”

    Nikos. His brother has a name.