Exquisite Coincidence
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| Title: | Exquisite Coincidence |
| Publisher: | published November 2012 by Mkashef Enterprises, agented by Agent With Style beginning March 9, 2013 |
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| Author(s): | Dovya Blacque |
| Cover Artist(s): | Lorraine |
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| Date(s): | November 2012 |
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| Genre: | slash |
| Fandom: | The Sentinel |
| Language: | English |
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Exquisite Coincidence is an 85-page (45,4000 word) slash Sentinel novel by Dovya Blacque.
Summary
This story takes place in a very slight Alternative Universe in which Jim Ellison and Blair Sandburg meet under very different circumstances that, nevertheless, lead them back to each other. A serial killer is on the loose, an expert consultant is brought in to assist the Cascade Police Department's Major Crimes Unit in solving the case, and a shared destiny is begun. [1]
Excerpts
“You up for some company?” The voice was deep, rich. It rolled into Jim's ear like a wave of honey; sweet and soothing.Jim looked up to find a man looking at him from two seats over, a half-empty beer mug in his hand. Giving him the once-over, immediately noting that he was a real looker – pale skin, huge blue eyes that gave him an air of innocence even behind the round glasses, long curly hair that had been pulled into a heavy pony-tail, and a remarkably heavy five-o'clock shadow – Jim shrugged and nodded toward the stool next to him.
The other man moved, standing up from his perch. He was shorter than Jim had first thought he was, maybe five-nine or so. Jim realized he was staring when the handsome face split into a wide grin, turning something attractive into a thing of beauty.
“Sorry,” Jim muttered, “didn't mean to stare.”
The other man shrugged, returning Jim's nonchalance. “No harm meant, no offense taken,” that deep, sultry voice replied as he hopped up on the stool beside Jim. A surprisingly large hand was held out in Jim's direction. “I'm Blair,” the other man introduced himself.
Jim found himself grinning a little, taking the hand and shaking it once before releasing the grip; he had become shy of touching anyone since his skin had started hurting around the same time that his other senses had gone haywire.
“Jim,” Ellison said in reply.
“Nice to meet you, Jim,” Blair said. “You looked like you could use some uncomplicated company.”
“Are you?” Jim asked. “Uncomplicated,” he added.
“What the fuck, Jim?”“Dizzy,” Ellison said. “Can't see.”
“Okay, okay. We'll take care of it but, right now, lean on me. We'll go slow, I'll tell you when to step up. Just trust me to get you inside safely, okay? That's the idea, Jim.” Ellison had put his right arm around Sandburg and let the smaller man guide him inside, up the elevator and down the long corridor. Blair opened the door to the loft and dumped Ellison in a chair at the kitchen table.
“What hurts the most?” Blair asked as he turned to put the kettle on.
“What hurts the most is my skin. You know how it hurts when you have a fever? That's what every inch of my skin feels like; my clothes are killing me.”
He heard Blair shuffling around the loft, flitting quickly from one thing to the next.
“I'm starting a fire in the wood stove, turning the heat up and you're going to take off your clothes. That's the first step. Then we'll get you into a bath with baking soda in it, then we'll get some of that tea into you. Once your pores are opened, I'll use some wonderful, silky-feeling cream on the spots that hurt the most. Once that's done, we'll work on the other issues.”
“I'll take my clothes off?” Jim asked.
References
- ^ from the publisher