A Barlow Lens
Book #2 of Circles
Blurb:
Digging into history can turn deadly.
Wyatt Harig and his partner Vladimir ‘Val’ Mihalic are busy planning their wedding when Wyatt’s old friend asks him to investigate the mysterious death of her uncle, Tom Manning, in a fire back in 1927. Back then men were silent, tough, and expected to marry nice girls.
Working with Val, Wyatt digs up clues uncovering the truth behind the tragedy. When Tom met Philip in a speakeasy outside Cleveland, Ohio the spark between them was instantaneous. They fell hard and fast for each other. However, with Philip working as a beat cop and Tom as a schoolteacher, their relationship being discovered meant the end of everything.
As the story of Tom and Philip slowly reveals itself, and Wyatt and Val realize nothing is as simple as they originally believed. While their trail heats up, an old enemy of Wyatt’s decides he’s waited long enough for revenge. Wyatt’s life before meeting Val catches up with him and the results could prove fatal.
Book #2 of Circles
Blurb:
Digging into history can turn deadly.
Wyatt Harig and his partner Vladimir ‘Val’ Mihalic are busy planning their wedding when Wyatt’s old friend asks him to investigate the mysterious death of her uncle, Tom Manning, in a fire back in 1927. Back then men were silent, tough, and expected to marry nice girls.
Working with Val, Wyatt digs up clues uncovering the truth behind the tragedy. When Tom met Philip in a speakeasy outside Cleveland, Ohio the spark between them was instantaneous. They fell hard and fast for each other. However, with Philip working as a beat cop and Tom as a schoolteacher, their relationship being discovered meant the end of everything.
As the story of Tom and Philip slowly reveals itself, and Wyatt and Val realize nothing is as simple as they originally believed. While their trail heats up, an old enemy of Wyatt’s decides he’s waited long enough for revenge. Wyatt’s life before meeting Val catches up with him and the results could prove fatal.
previous Reviews
Molly Lolly: Molly gives five stars! This book is amazing. Part of it takes place in the past and part of it in the present. Read the review.
VelvetPanic: Heloise gives five hearts! I loved this book!his book! Very promising setup that delivers and kept me totally engaged in the story. Read the review.
3 Chicks After Dark: 3 Chicks gives one Badass Boot (better than average) and one Stiletto (must read)! They have the most awesome rating system! Enough of what this book isn’t, let me tell you what it is: an incredible story that grabs your attention and forces you to work to separate the truth from the lies. Noble creates a complex, multi-faceted mystery that takes place in two distinct times – present day and about 90 years in the past. Read the review.
Redz World Reviews: Redz gives 5 shooting stars and says: Over all this is a great story with amazing characters I did not want to let go of. Read the review.
The Blogger Girls: Nikyta says: All in all, this was a nice addition to the series. I loved getting back into Val and Wyatt’s life and really enjoyed seeing them as a happy couple. I really adored Tom and Phillip and just wished there had been more scenes of them together. Read the review.
Alpha Book Club: Mollien gives 4 stars and says: The pacing is fast with an explosive ending. Read the review.
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MM GoodBook Reviews: Pixie gives 4.5 hearts! I loved this story and adored the way that Tom and Philip managed to become real to us in the little snippets of their story that we saw, rather than it being an abstract retelling we lived it through Tom’s eyes so we get a good feel for what he felt and the circumstances surrounding his disappearance. Wyatt and Val’s part of the story has Val delving into Wyatt’s world of investigations, we learn more about Wyatt’s past as he reconnects with an old friend and we see how one man’s bitter feelings turn deadly. Read the review.
Áine Massie gives 4.5 drops! In A Barlow Lens we have not one great story, but two really. Val and Wyatt and Tom and Philip. One tragic, one not, hopefully. Read the review.
Crystal's Many Reviewers: Crystal Marie give 5 stars and says: Ms. Nobel once again was able to write such an amazing story, and draw me into it so much that I actually end up telling my mom that she needs to read this book. Read the review.
Hearts On Fire Reviews: Wendy gives 4 stars and says: Just because this book has a bit more mystery/suspense, don’t get me wrong. There’s also plenty of sweet hotness to go around (times two)! I’d definitely recommend reading this book in order as part of the series or you’ll be missing all the wonderful back story and buildup of Wyatt and Val’s relationship. Read the review.
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Excerpt:
Once they were back at their hotel, Wyatt ushered Val into their room, not bothering with the light. They were high enough up there was no need to close the drapes, and light from the city cast a soft glow over them.
As Val unbuttoned his suit jacket, Wyatt stepped up behind him, placing his palms on Val’s shoulders, then rubbing lightly up and down his arms a few times. “Let me give you a hand.” Wyatt eased the jacket off and kissed the side of Val’s neck, nudging his head to the side as he did so. A low moan rumbled out of Val’s chest. Wyatt dropped the jacket on a chair and slipped his hands under Val’s shirt, caressing Val’s skin with his fingertips.
When he reached Val’s tightening nipples, he rubbed small circles until Val’s hips jerked. Val shuddered and pulled in a quick, shaky breath, making Wyatt smile. Val’s tie and shirt joined his jacket. Wyatt ran his hands over Val’s torso before returning them to Val’s shoulders. He lightly traced the scars on Val’s shoulder with first his finger, then his tongue.
Val’s surgery to repair the damage done in the course of stopping some seriously dangerous people who had been trying to force jockeys to throw races, had left several scars. They weren’t red, raised, and angry anymore. Val never complained about them hurting, but the marks were still puckered and darker than the surrounding skin.
“You know,” Val whispered between dragging in a breath and panting it out again. “That first time we went out to dinner, I was so worried you’d think I was some uncouth, country hick because I don’t know about wine and art. And that I was too young to bother with.”
“Hmm, do you know what I worried about when I was thirty?” Wyatt scraped his teeth across Val’s shoulder blades.
“N-no. What?”
“Getting a sweet piece of hot ass,” Wyatt said in a low voice.
Val laughed. “Well, you’re sort of slow. Took you long enough. Worth the wait?”
“Oh, hell, yes.” Wyatt maneuvered Val to the bed.
Once they were back at their hotel, Wyatt ushered Val into their room, not bothering with the light. They were high enough up there was no need to close the drapes, and light from the city cast a soft glow over them.
As Val unbuttoned his suit jacket, Wyatt stepped up behind him, placing his palms on Val’s shoulders, then rubbing lightly up and down his arms a few times. “Let me give you a hand.” Wyatt eased the jacket off and kissed the side of Val’s neck, nudging his head to the side as he did so. A low moan rumbled out of Val’s chest. Wyatt dropped the jacket on a chair and slipped his hands under Val’s shirt, caressing Val’s skin with his fingertips.
When he reached Val’s tightening nipples, he rubbed small circles until Val’s hips jerked. Val shuddered and pulled in a quick, shaky breath, making Wyatt smile. Val’s tie and shirt joined his jacket. Wyatt ran his hands over Val’s torso before returning them to Val’s shoulders. He lightly traced the scars on Val’s shoulder with first his finger, then his tongue.
Val’s surgery to repair the damage done in the course of stopping some seriously dangerous people who had been trying to force jockeys to throw races, had left several scars. They weren’t red, raised, and angry anymore. Val never complained about them hurting, but the marks were still puckered and darker than the surrounding skin.
“You know,” Val whispered between dragging in a breath and panting it out again. “That first time we went out to dinner, I was so worried you’d think I was some uncouth, country hick because I don’t know about wine and art. And that I was too young to bother with.”
“Hmm, do you know what I worried about when I was thirty?” Wyatt scraped his teeth across Val’s shoulder blades.
“N-no. What?”
“Getting a sweet piece of hot ass,” Wyatt said in a low voice.
Val laughed. “Well, you’re sort of slow. Took you long enough. Worth the wait?”
“Oh, hell, yes.” Wyatt maneuvered Val to the bed.