About Mother May I
by Drew Zachary
248 pages / 53500 words
ISBN: 978-1-61040-090-9
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DB and Jesse from the Eye Spy books are back, and things are going well
for DB Black Investigations, and DB himself. Business is, while not exactly
booming, humming along nicely and there's finally enough money coming in to
hire a new full-time secretary, allowing DB to focus on the cases, and his
ghostly lover Jesse. Things are looking up with Jesse as well, as every day
they get a little bit better at this human-ghost relations thing.
Their latest client, Duke, is a bit of a jerk, but he's got plenty of money
to burn, along with a bad case of being haunted by his deceased mother. DB
and Jesse soon discover that the old lady is trying to protect her money
rather than her son, and she isn't going to go gently into the light and
what lies beyond for the dead. To further complicate DB and Jesse's lives,
DB's mother shows up from out of town, armed with much love and lots of
questions about DB's personal life. Not only that, she'd love nothing more
than to set her son up with a few nice boys she knows who are also single.
What's a man with a ghost lover to do?
Review
Mel Spenser, author of the Unleashing Angel, writes: DB and his ghost lover Jesse are back in this engaging book where the detective story mixes with humor. The narrative hooks you from the start; drawing you in quickly to their world.
I enjoyed the rich imagery, especially of Jesse moving literary through the solid world. I also enjoyed the secondary characters. The addition of Sandra, the newly-hired secretary for DB’s detective agency is a well one character. While she can’t see or hear Jesse, she takes it in stride when she often hears one-sided conversations coming from DB’s office.
DB and Jesse have found a way to be a couple and to be together in a physical way. The sex scenes are hot, as the two have figured out how to make some contact; and the descriptions used give a new angle on how intimacy can be achieved with a ghost.
The story is funny and light, without angst in the detective case, or in the relationship between DB and Jesse. I found that it kept me turning the pages until the very last. I’m looking forward to the next installment with these characters.
Sample
Jesse sat at the table as DB finished up his supper,
still talking about how great Sandra was. He nodded, totally agreeing. "I
had no idea that the office could smell that good," he told DB. "I don't
even know what she did. She just did it."
"And her coffee! Oh, man, I wish you could taste it. Amazing. I mean even
better than from the coffee places." DB licked his lips before eating his
last chicken ball and clearing up the garbage.
"Well, it smells good. Oh!" Jesse watched DB move about the kitchen. "She
said goodnight to me when she left! I mean, totally the wrong direction, but
she said my name and waved and everything! I think we need to keep her."
"I'm down with that. Let's see how she is with the clients, huh?"
"I bet she's awesome. And really, even if she's only passable it'll still be
a voice on the phone while we're out running around." Jesse got up and
headed to the living room. "Want to play some chess? Watch TV? Celebrate?"
He knew which one he wanted, but DB could be weird sometimes. It was better
to ask.
DB laughed at him, wandering toward the couch. "We can put the TV on for
background noise."
"While we play chess?" Jesse was already unbuttoning his shirt.
"Check mate." DB sat back on the couch, slouching in the way he did.
"That was a very fast game." Jesse kept unbuttoning, watching DB. "Let's
hope the rest of this lasts longer."
"You want a longer game?" DB still hadn't undone any of his clothes yet, but
his eyes were on Jesse.
"Maybe a different kind of game." Jesse let his shirt fall to the floor and
toed off his shoes, one hand on his belt. "One with fewer rules than chess."
"So tell me the rules and maybe I'll play."
Jesse undid his belt and then the button on his trousers. "First rule is
that if you want to touch, go right ahead. Second rule is that all requests
will be listened to and considered."
"All requests?" DB looked like he had a few ideas.
"Considered." Jesse lowered his zipper and nodded encouragingly.
"I want a show."
Jesse grinned. He loved it when DB asked for stuff. "What kind of a show?"
God, he hoped DB didn't want a dance with the strip tease. The eighties
hadn't been kind to dance.
"I want to watch you jerk off." DB rubbed his crotch through his pants.
Oh, that Jesse could do. For sure. He'd had lots and lots of practice, even.
"Can I sit down?" he asked, pointing to the easy chair. "So I don't fall
over, 'cause that's not really hot, so much."
DB laughed and nodded. "Yeah, that'd be cool. As long as I can see."
Jesse grinned and sauntered over to the chair, taking his time. He knew his
audience wasn't going anywhere. "A show. Nice." He sat down, years of
practicing helping him not sink into the chair, the little bit of
concentration it took now second nature. "I like it when you watch," he told
DB, sliding down in the chair and letting his legs fall apart.
"I like watching." DB was still rubbing himself through his pants. Jesse
knew eventually DB would fish his cock out. In the meantime, the game of
showing and watching let them forget that they weren't exactly a normal
couple.
"Then it's good for both of us, yeah?" Jesse watched DB and slid his own
hand up one thigh and along the line of his cock, parting his fly.
DB swallowed. "Yeah."