Mysteries

Bless Our Sleep

This gripping novel follows George Clay, a gay private investigator fresh out of the Navy, as he navigates a complex case involving murder, smuggling, and forbidden desire.

When George is hired to find a missing signet ring, he stumbles upon the body of a teenage boy in Matheson Hammock Park. As he delves deeper into the case, he uncovers a web of corruption involving privileged teens, Cuban exiles, and dangerous criminals. Complicating matters is George's growing attraction to Alex Reyes, a handsome Cuban exile with his own ties to Miami's underworld.

"Bless Our Sleep" offers a fresh take on the classic hardboiled detective novel, exploring themes of identity, belonging, and the power of love to transcend social boundaries. Set against the backdrop of a changing Miami, where the sexual revolution clashes with conservative values, the novel provides a vivid portrayal of a city in flux.

Michael Nava, author of the Henry Rios novels, praises the book:

"Bless Our Sleep is the best kind of classic noir, richly atmospheric with a flawed but sympathetic hero trying to untangle a complex web of money, sex and politics to avenge the murder of an (almost) innocent. There's nothing sentimental about Bless Our Sleep but it does have heart—the heart Clay wears on his sleeve. I highly recommend this moving and entertaining novel."

"Billie Jean" in Thriller

I was delighted to be invited to contribute a short story to the amazing Thriller anthology. I love the story I wrote, "Billie Jean," inspired by the Michael Jackson song.

My 1968 gay private eye, George Clay, has a problem. His boyfriend is accused of fathering a child during a one-night stand. But George knows it's not true, because they were together that night. How can he save his boyfriend's honor without outing him?

"Cabbage Key" in Cupid Shot Me

The second George Clay story is "Cabbage Key," which appeared in the Valentine's Day anthology Cupid Shot Me. Michael Nava wrote the introduction to the collection, and mine was one of his two favorite stories!

A romantic Valentine's weekend at a secluded island resort turns deadly when George Clay and his boyfriend Alex Reyes witness a murder. When a local mobster threatens to expose their relationship unless George investigates the killing, the PI must navigate dangerous waters – both literally and figuratively. Set against the backdrop of 1969 Florida, this atmospheric mystery weaves together Cuban exile politics, organized crime, and one man's struggle to balance his professional integrity with his personal life. "Cabbage Key" captures both the natural beauty of Florida's Gulf Coast and the complex social dynamics of Miami during a pivotal time in history.

"Heir Apparent" in Groovy Gumshoes

"Heir Apparent" is the first story I wrote about George Clay, a gay private eye in Miami Beach in 1969.Michale Bracken, an excellent writer and editor, was putting together an anthology about private eyes in the 1960s and he invited me to submit a story.

George's voice is a bit darker than my usual-- because after all, he's living a closeted life in a very different time. It introduces his boyfriend, Cuban exile Alex Reyes, and highlights the differences between wealthy and poor Miami.

The story appears in Groovy Gumshoes, and then I expanded it into the first George Clay novel, Bless Our Sleep.

"Lost Boy"in Black Cat Weekly 101

When a ten-year-old Indian boy vanishes at Miami International Airport, George takes on the case at the urgent request of his flight attendant neighbors, Sandi and Patti. It seems simple enough - a child separated from his vacationing family in a crowded terminal.

But as George digs deeper, he uncovers an unexpected connection to Hindu funeral rites and a grieving widow's desperate plan. Set against the vibrant backdrop of 1960s Miami, this compelling mystery showcases George's keen instincts and understanding of cultural traditions as he races to reunite a family before their Florida vacation becomes a permanent nightmare.

"The Missing Delegate" in Private Dicks and Disco Balls

When an eighteen-year-old delegate to the 1972 Democratic National Convention vanishes in Miami Beach, George is hired to track him down. Navigating through a city transformed by protesters, hippies, and political activists, George's search leads him from Flamingo Park's makeshift tent city to the darker corners of Miami's underground scene.

As he races to find the missing delegate before the convention begins, George must confront both the dangers of the case and his own complicated relationship with identity and sexuality in 1970s Florida. This atmospheric mystery captures a pivotal moment in American history while exploring themes of self-discovery and personal freedom.

"Oyster Creek" in Crime Hits Home

I've been a member of Mystery Writers of America since I began my career as a crime writer, and one of my bucket list items has been to have a story accepted for their annual anthology. That wish came through with "Oyster Creek,"  is in Crime Hits Home, edited by SJ Rozan.

When George receives news of his mother's death in a hit-and-run accident, he returns to his Maryland hometown seeking answers. In Wright's Head, a close-knit community on the shores of the Chesapeake Bay, George uncovers surprising truths about his mother's life – and death.

As he navigates through long-buried secrets and small-town whispers, he must confront both his family's painful past and his own conflicted feelings about love and identity. This poignant mystery explores the complexities of family bonds, hidden relationships, and the steep price of truth in a town where everyone knows everyone else's business – or thinks they do.

Also reprinted in Black Cat Weekly #123 and short-listed in Best Mystery and Suspense Stories of 2023. 

"The Shandiclere" in Black Cat Weekly #150

When George agrees to escort his flight attendant neighbors Sandi and Patti to a seedy riverside bar to see a country singer perform, he has no idea he's about to be pulled into a deadly investigation. After a talent booker for The Jackie Gleason Show is found murdered behind the bar, George must navigate the dangerous intersection of the music business and organized crime to clear an innocent man's name.

Set against the gritty backdrop of 1960s Miami, this atmospheric mystery weaves together mobsters, musicians, and murder as George races to catch a killer before becoming the next victim. I was delighted to place it with Black Cat Weekly. 

It wasn't until I began writing gay erotica that anything got published-- and back then, I was confused and/or in the closet, so I published under the name Dirk Strong. I couldn't really tell anyone they were my stories at first, but I did make $75.00 each, and they were fun to write. It was exciting to get something in print after trying for so long.

All these stories have been anthologized and you can read more about them here.

"Billie Jean" in Thriller

I was delighted to be invited to contribute a short story to the amazing Thriller anthology. I love the story I wrote, "Billie Jean," inspired by the Michael Jackson song.

My 1968 gay private eye, George Clay, has a problem. His boyfriend is accused of fathering a child during a one-night stand. But George knows it's not true, because they were together that night. How can he save his boyfriend's honor without outing him?

"Cabbage Key" in Cupid Shot Me

The second George Clay story is "Cabbage Key," which appeared in the Valentine's Day anthology Cupid Shot Me. Michael Nava wrote the introduction to the collection, and mine was one of his two favorite stories!

George's boyfriend Alex Reyes wants to spend Valentine's Day with him, on a remote island off the coast of southwest Florida. But trouble follows:

"Heir Apparent" in Groovy Gumshoes

"Heir Apparent" is the first story I wrote about George Clay, a gay private eye in Miami Beach in 1969.Michale Bracken, an excellent writer and editor, was putting together an anthology about private eyes in the 1960s and he invited me to submit a story.

George's voice is a bit darker than my usual-- because after all, he's living a closeted life in a very different time. It introduces his boyfriend, Cuban exile Alex Reyes, and highlights the differences between wealthy and poor Miami.

The story appears in Groovy Gumshoes, and then I expanded it into the first George Clay novel, Bless Our Sleep.

"Lost Boy"in Black Cat Weekly 101

I like involving George's flight attendant neighbors, Patti and Sandi, in stories. Here, they befriend a young Indian (as in South Asian) boy on a flight from Miami to London. When he disappears after landing, they come to George for help.

"The Missing Delegate" in Private Dicks and Disco Balls

It's time for the Democratic presidential convention in Miami Beach in 1972, and every vote counts. So when an impressionable young man, part of the Indiana delegation, disappears, it's up to George to find him in a gay underworld he knows well.

"Oyster Creek" in Crime Hits Home

I've been a member of Mystery Writers of America since I began my career as a crime writer, and one of my bucket list items has been to have a story accepted for their annual anthology. That wish came through with "Oyster Creek,"  is in Crime Hits Home, edited by SJ Rozan. George Clay heads back to Tidewater Maryland after his mother is killed.

Also reprinted in Black Cat Weekly #123 and short-listed in Best Mystery and Suspense Stories of 2023. 

"The Shandiclere" in Black Cat Weekly #150

George's neighbors, Patti and Sandi, ask him to accompany them to a local bar to hear a musician they met on one of their flights. That dumps him into the middle of the music industry and its mob connections. This was originally written for the 2024 Bouchercon anthology, but since it wasn't accepted, I was delighted to place it with Black Cat Weekly.

My story "Two Steak Taco Combos and a Pair of Sig Sauers" is in Volume 6 of Guns + Tacos, a serial fiction from Down and Out Books. Liam's SEAL buddy Joey is about to be married, but his girlfriend has been kidnapped in Chicago, and Aidan and Liam head there to rescue her. Here's how the story starts:

On a Thursday morning at the end of February, Liam McCullough finished his morning workout, showered, and began a quick round of Call of Duty on his laptop. He was about to splash out into the English Channel on D-Day in command of a platoon of soldiers when the Skype request from Joey Sheridan popped up. He immediately ditched the game and answered the call.

Joey looked like shit. His face was smeared with dirt and—could those be tear tracks on his cheek? Joey was a US Navy SEAL, the last of Liam’s original team. And SEALs didn’t cry.

Unless the world was about to fall apart.

"Flaking Out in Wilton Manors"

This story finds FBI agent Angus Green tracking down a drug dealer in his community. Here's how it starts:

As I stood in the crowd at Lazy Dick’s, a gay bar in Wilton Manors near my house, a drag queen called Kitty L’Terr took the stage dressed like a thrift-shop reject from Cats in a leopard-print leotard, long red claws and a lion’s mane made of brown ribbons around her neck. She was the visiting artist that week. That is, if you could all what she was doing art.

It had been a long week at the Miami office of the FBI, where I was a special agent assigned to the Violent Crimes Task Force, and I was happy to chill out at the Sunday evening show, though once Kitty began her medley of feline-inspired songs, I wished I’d brought earplugs with me.

As Kitty yowled, “Take me ou-woo-t tonight,” from the musical Rent, a skinny kid in the front row began dancing faster and faster, twirling around like one of those Middle Eastern holy men. The boy with a blond buzz cut who’d been dancing with him backed away, as did older men in tank tops and shorts, giving the young man room to spin, until he toppled over and hit the wooden dance floor hard.

You can find it in Black Cat Weekly #74. Eventually I hope to put together an anthology of the Angus stories.

"Going Down in Wilton Manors"

"Going Down in Wilton Manors" is a variant on the Angus Green stories, where he shares narration duties with a shadowy operative named Latimer. (Latimer is based loosely on a character by Barry Eisler called Larison, who I fell in love with.) The story begins in Latimer's voice.

It was supposed to be a quick in and out. The way the flight attendants used to say, back when they were called stewardesses. Our ground time here will be brief. That was the way Latimer wanted it. His ex-wife still lived in Kissimmee, so the less time he spent in Florida the better.

It wasn’t even a real operation. Find this computer geek and convince him that it was in his best interest, and his country’s, not to sell his miniature submarine to someone on the terrorist watch list. And if Latimer could convince Mick Humboldt to help locate the elusive Qaisal Mohammed, and bring him to justice, the powers that be would even overlook Humboldt’s interest in young men who might or might not be underage.

You can find it in Black Cat Weekly #53. Eventually I hope to put together an anthology of the Angus stories.

"Southernmost Point"

"Southernmost Point" is an Angus Green story in Florida Happens, the Bouchercon anthology. It begins this way:

It started with a selfie, and the drag queen who photo-bombed my boyfriend Lester and me.

Lester represents single-batch whiskeys, based out of Fort Lauderdale, where we both live. His region extends all the way to Key West, and one weekend in January he had a couple of promotions set up at bars on Duval Street, in the center of the entertainment district. I had a couple of days’ vacation coming to me from the FBI, where I work as a Special Agent attached to the Violent Crimes Task Force, so I took them and went along for the ride.

My story, "Djinn and Tonic", which appears in the Malice Domestic anthology Murder Most Conventional, begins this way:

There was real magic in the world, and false magic, and it took a genie to tell the difference. That was the basis of Biff Andromeda’s private investigation business – using his skills to grant wishes and solve problems for customers.

The shrill ring of his cell phone woke him from a very pleasant dream involving his girlfriend Farishta and a Turkish carpet that flew in lazy circles around the dome of the Hagia Sophia mosque in Istanbul.

He grabbed the phone from the bedside table and groggily said, “Hello?”

“Biff? It’s Yegor Kleyman. Sorry to call you so early but I’m in terrible trouble and I need your help.”

"Public Relations" appears in the Great Filling Station Holdup anthology, a collection of crime fiction based on the songs of Jimmy Buffett. Mine comes from a song in the Broadway musical, Don't Stop the Carnival, and begins this way:

When Dick Jeffries was caught on camera barebacking a young male exotic dancer, I kicked into full damage control mode. It wasn’t just that he was a married man and a member of the WASP establishment—he was the CEO of a company that made and marketed condoms.

As soon as Dick notified me, I flew to New York from my home on St. Thomas and took an Uber to his penthouse apartment on Central Park West. It was a bitter cold January day, and by five o’clock the sun was already setting. Was that a metaphor for the end of Dick’s career, and perhaps even my own as his PR consultant? I sure as hell hoped not.

My career writing literary fiction kicked off when I attended a writer's workshop at LIU-Southampton where I studied with Russell Banks, fresh from his success with Continental Drift. I had been living in Miami for a little under a year, and already South Florida had started to get under my skin. He assigned us a series of short exercises-- describe a person, describe a place, and so on. One of those was to think of a place your character would never go, and then think of a reason that would make him or her go there.

I wrote about this biker bar in Key Largo called The Caribbean Club, which allegedly had appeared in the Bogart & Bacall film To Have and Have Not. I kind of wanted to go there, because of the Hemingway connection, but I knew that wasn't going to happen. When I finally put all those exercises together, I ended up with a short story called "Angel Dust." I submitted it to a short story contest being run by South Florida magazine (now sadly defunct). I won!

At last, a story in a mainstream magazine! Of course, they edited the hell out of it,] without asking me, and even changed the name to "My Cousin's Keeper." And I don't think they even paid me. From then on, I started publishing short stories in magazine and anthologies. The stories from that period are:

• "At The Diner" - In The Family magazine, Winter 2003
  
  
• "Japanese Time" at Verbsap. Well, this story isn't exactly new; I wrote the first draft of it over thirty years ago. I attended the Bread Loaf Writer's Conference three times-- in 1979, 1982, and 1992, though this story probably came out of my first or second trip there, hanging out around the piano in the barn. It took a long time before I really knew what to do with it. The editor at Verbsap was great at helping me figure out exactly how to make it work. 
  
  
• "Rashomon at Green Park Tube Station" originally published at Subterraneans.com, a short-lived gay and lesbian literary website run by Angela Faith Brown. This is a very different type of story for me, very experimental in form. It takes its inspiration from the movie Rashomon, by Akira Kurosawa, in which the same event is described by different people who witness it.

I began "What She Left" a long time ago, but only a few years ago did I find a place for it in Sarasota Scene magazine. It's about two brothers discovering the legacy left to them at a beachfront cottage.

My friend Caren Neile was editing mini-magazines for the Globe, a tabloid newspaper, and asked me to contribute a story for an edition focused on cats and romance. I ended up writing a second for a later edition. The cat in the stories, Pilar, was modeled after my friend Pam's Hemmie, a Hemingway cat with six toes, descended from dozens who roamed around Hemingway's house in Key West. Pilar is an Abyssinian, a breed with a lot of dog-like qualities, and it was fun to write these two stories about her.

• "The Cat in the Bouquet" as "A Christmas Wedding" in The Cat Came Home For Christmas mini-mag, 1995
  
  
• The Cat Who Went North - The Cat Who Loved Christmas mini-mag, 1994
  
  

Eventually I collected these two stories, and three other literary short stories, into The Cat Who Got Married. One of my favorite stories, The Temple of Lights, is in that collection, inspired by my experiences landing at Philadelphia International Airport and seeing a glowing building in the distance. Another story, "A New Palace for Rajah," was a way to remember my friend Vicki Van Lieu's family cat, a very regal one with a glossy black coat.

Inspiration strikes at all different times. I clearly remember driving on I-95 north, passing through the city of Miami, when I heard a voice in my head that said "I lost my aunt at the grand opening of the new shopping center last Wednesday." And I knew immediately the speaker had a very simple voice, in which she'd express the meaning of "lost" in two ways. She and her aunt were separated in the crowd-- and then her aunt died, leaving Ima Jean to say that sentence. Ima Jean was such fun to write about that I wrote two stories about her as she finds her way in the world on her own, for the first time.

Joanna Campbell Slan and I are already signed up for this 2025 event, which is so popular with authors it sells out fast. I'm sure that we'll both be on panels, as well as participating in fun events specific to our genres.

I'll have more information as we get closer to July 2025. But if you are a romance reader you should defintitely check this out. 

Savannah Marriott Riverfront

100 General McIntosh Boulevard Savannah, GA 31401

https://www.eventbrite.com/e/literary-love-savannah-2025-bookish-obsessions-tickets-916173287967

I'm looking forward to coming back to our nation's capital in April for Malice Domestic, one of my favorite mystery conventions. I hope to have lots of opportunities to interact with readers there. 

April 25-27, 2025

Bethesda North Marriott Hotel & Conference Center

Bethesda, MD