Mirrigold: Mutterings & Musings

Breathe My Name | Davidson King

Welcome Boulevard #2

Release Date: March 16th, 2023

Cover: Morningstar Ashley Designs

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Blurb

Life is pretty good for Clove; he’s miles away from where he was a year ago. He has a roof over his head, food in his stomach, safety, security—even a job. And nothing means more to him than pleasing his boss…nothing. He wants Marcel, though the man is way out of his league. If Clove can’t have Marcel’s heart, he wants to earn his respect, and when he receives his first solo task, he is ready. At least until the mission results in a dead body.

The moment Marcel lays eyes on Clove, he’s consumed by the need to be with him in every way. So he brings him into the fold, offering him employment, in the hopes that it will be enough. But when a simple errand yields murder, missing money, and criminal powerhouses out for destruction, Marcel realizes he will do anything to keep Clove alive…despite the fact that he clearly has a death wish.

Clove and Marcel are thrown together on a quest for answers. As dangerous as they think it’ll be, it’s far worse. With bullets flying, lives in the balance, and a future unknown, Marcel and Clove must face their feelings for one another. Tumbling into love isn’t easy, especially in their line of work, but they finally have what they want, and nothing in this world will stop them from keeping it.

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Breathe My Name is book two in the Welcome Boulevard series. It does not follow a story arc and can be read as a standalone. Characters from book one, They Call Him Levity, are incorporated into this story, if that is important to you check out the first book in the series…I mean, Levity is pretty fabulous.

Excerpt

“Here’s how I see it, Clove. You’re there. At this point you need to call Marcel, and probably the police.”

“The police? Do you kiss your man with that mouth?”

He chuckled again. “Seriously, what if someone’s seen you? Call Marcel, then the cops, or at least do whatever Marcel tells you to do.”

“I hate that plan.”

“I know, but there’s no choice. Tonight, I’ll binge-watch anything you want and comfort you with junk food.”

I narrowed my eyes, and the dead man stared at me with his lifelessness. Was I maybe jealous he was dead, and I was living and had to face Marcel? Perhaps.

“Fine. But if I’m also dead, make sure my tombstone says something kickass.”

“Done.” Levity ended the call. I took another deep breath, reminded myself to stop doing that because this corpse didn’t smell like a field of flowers, and hit Marcel’s number.

“Clove.” His voice was like honey—no, really, even when I’d heard him yell at a guy last week, it was beautiful.

“Dead man on floor no money sorry.” And then I hung up. Yes, while Marcel’s voice was smooth and perfect, I was like a chicken on speed. I had no chill at all.

My phone buzzed immediately, and I wanted to toss it out the window to avoid speaking to Marcel, but I answered.

“Hello, this is Clove. How may I hel—”

“Clove, what the hell was that?”

“Oh, Marcel, good afternoon. How are you today?”

“Hank Rose is dead?”

I gasped. “He is?”

“Clove! I sent you there to collect money. I deduced that was what your frantic choppy message meant.”

I sighed. The gig was up. “Yeah, Hank’s dead. I swear I didn’t do it; he’s been dead a while.”

“Shit.”

“Yeah, he did, actually, which is making the scent a lot worse and—”

“Clove, unfortunately, you’ll need to call the police. Tell them you’re a messenger sent to inform him he won a massage at Lily’s Massage Parlor. I own it, so when they verify it will add up. You’ll tell them you found the man and called nine-one-one. Understand?”

Did I? “Sure.”

“Sure isn’t comforting.”

I nodded even though Marcel couldn’t see me. “Yeah, call the po-po, tell them I found him there, was sent to tell him he won a happy ending, yadda yadda.”

“Fucking hell. Okay, if they arrest you or bring you to the station, which I fear they might since you aren’t sounding convincing at all, call me, and I’ll get a lawyer over to you.”

“Arrested?”

“Call now, Clove. You’ve already been there too long.”

About the Author

Davidson King always had a hope that someday her daydreams would become real-life stories. As a child, you would often find her in her own world, thinking up the most insane situations. It may have taken her awhile, but she made her dream come true with her first published work, Snow Falling.

She managed to wrangle herself a husband who matched her crazy and they hatched three wonderful children.

If you were to ask her what gave her the courage to finally publish, she’d tell you it was her amazing family and friends. Support is vital in all things and when you’re afraid of your dreams, it will be your cheering section that will lift you up.

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