Queen City Rogues, Book 1
AIMEE NICOLE WALKER
RELEASE DATE: 11.07.18
PHOTOGRAPHER: Wander Aguiar
COVER ARTIST: Jay Aheer/Simply Defined Art
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Oliver Knight’s past is shrouded by sorrow and tragedy, but instead of hiding from it, Ollie owns his truth and uses his experiences to uplift others. As an out and proud pastor, he provides a safe place for LGBTQ Christians to gather and worship, and as a recovering addict, he counsels those pursuing sobriety. Ollie’s life is fulfilling but also a little lonely. He may not have a hard time meeting men, but he does have a hard time getting them to stick around once they discover his vocation.
Archie White is a former drag queen who hung up his stilettos to start an HIV transition home in the memory of someone he held near and dear to his heart. All work and no play has made Archie a very dull man, but he thinks his luck is about to change when a friend introduces him to a dark-eyed stranger. That is until he learns the man is a pastor. Archie detests anything to do with religion, and for very good reasons.
Archie’s gut tells him to run, and Ollie’s heart tells him to pursue. What can a pastor and a sometimes-queen possibly have in common? A desire to find unconditional love with someone who truly sees them. What happens next is the poignant, sweet, and sexy journey for two resilient hearts. Ollie and Archie’s halos might be battered and a little tarnished, but they’re definitely not broken.
Broken Halos is a charming story with heart, heat, and humor. Warning: these characters and their quirky sidekicks may take up permanent residence in your heart, so proceed with caution. Each book in the Queen City Rogues series can be read as part of the series or as a standalone novel. This book contains sexually explicit material and colorful language intended for adults 18 and older.
“Ollie, I didn’t expect to see you here,” Archie said in a neutral tone.
I just stared at him, unable to think or even blink, because he was the most beautiful being I’d ever seen. Whatever he’d done with his makeup made his eyes look bigger, greener, and shinier. I’d never seen eyelashes that long on another person. And his lips…The gloss made them look plumper, and I was dying to know if the shiny substance had a taste. If so, what would the pink gloss taste like? Strawberry? Melon? Cotton candy? How would those luscious lips feel working up and down my cock?
“Um,” I finally managed to say in an embarrassing squeak. The lips I couldn’t stop staring at spread into a slow smile which finally made me look into Archie’s eyes again. I wanted to see if they looked as inviting as his lips. His green gaze expressed the hesitance I was accustomed to seeing from him, but I also saw joy. I didn’t know how someone could look both unhappy and happy at the same time, but he somehow pulled it off. Archie raised one perfectly shaped brow and waited for me to say something else. What did he want? An apology? “Are you unhappy to see me?”
“Of course not. What we have here is a failure to communicate.” My left eyebrow lifted at the Cool Hand Luke reference. Apparently, Archie quoted movie lines when he was angry or nervous. I thought it was adorable. “I thought our parting kiss indicated we were in a good place. I thought you said you’d see me soon. Oh, wow,” he said then briefly covered his mouth to hide a smirk. “That sounded really needy and desperate.”
To me, it was music to my ears. He apparently had missed me a little to react in such a way. “You sound like you’re still trying to figure out what this thing is between us,” I said.
“And you’re not?” Archie countered.
I shook my head. “I know exactly what I want.”
A delicious shiver worked its way through Archie’s body. “You have a funny way of showing it.”
“I’m here now, and it’s only been a few days.”
“Us being in the same room is a coincidence, unless you and my mom are working together as a team.” I looked over his shoulder and saw his mom smiling broadly as she waved at me.
“I’m not a big believer in coincidence.”
“You think us being here on the same night is fate?”