The Hurricane's Triangle

Heath Firestone reunites with his former lover, Anton Barrett, to find treasure, but what they discover may enslave humanity.
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The golden scepter and its jewels are again at the heart of a mystery. Heath Firestone returns to Seattle at his former lover Anton Barrett’s request. Under the guise of an apology for his deception and infidelity, Anton springs another adventure on Heath. A series of jewel thefts all pointing to Heath’s scepter brings Graeme Hansen to protect Heath and join in the hunt. An unlikely trio, joined by CIA agent Luke Augustin, scours an old mine in Germany for the final clue, but excitement turns to deception, and the final plan of the family unfolds. As Heath fights for his life, Anton must make a decision that could ultimately enslave humanity.


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Title The Hurricane's Triangle
Series The Golden Scepter
Author Brent Archer
Genre Gay Erotic Romance Suspense
Release November 28, 2017
Designer Eerilyfair Design
Length 201 pages
ISBN 978-1-77127-971-0
Price $5.99
Tags Agents, deception, treasure, contemporary, Bermuda, Germany, Austria,


Anton sat back with a nervous glance at Fran. She glared back at him with daggers flying from her eyes as she dried a glass mug.

Heath chuckled. “My longtime friend Fran, the owner of the fine establishment we’re sitting in, seems to have struck the fear of God into him. If I give her the signal, she’ll happily drag his ass out of here.” He glanced at Anton. “Or nail it to the wall.”

Shifting in his chair, Anton remained silent.

Graeme chuckled. “Indeed. Remind me not to cross you while she’s around.”

“I’d prefer it if you didn’t cross me at all.”

“Not to worry. It isn’t even a possibility since I’m mad about you. Are you in Seattle, luv?”

“Yeah. I’m planning to return to London in a couple days. Just need to see Conroy and check in with a couple friends.”

A pause. “I need you to stay there longer.”

As his gut tightened, Heath stood and covered the end of the phone with his hand. “I’ll be right back.” He turned away from Anton and crossed to the opposite corner of the café, lowering his voice as he returned to the conversation with Graeme. “What’s wrong?”

“My boss rang. Intelligence says your scepter is giving us another spot of bother.”

Heath groaned. “No. Not again.” A travel poster with the Arc de Triomphe surrounded by blue sky and a flock of white birds flying over hung on the wall in front of him. He’d much rather wait for Graeme in the small, comfortable house in Paris.

“You’ve got to stay where you are. I’m taking an early flight to you and should be there by tomorrow afternoon.”

“You’re coming here?”

“Yes, luv. For your protection. I don’t want anything nasty happening.”

Heath flushed with pleasure. “Well, then. I’ll come get you at the airport. E-mail me the flight number and airline.”

“Right, I’ll send along my details this evening. Until tomorrow.”

“Okay, see you tomorrow. Bye.” Heath ended the call and he returned to his former boyfriend.

“Who was that?”

“Graeme.” He sat and fixed his attention on Anton.

Anton’s face fell. “Oh. Close friend?”

Very close.”


Heath leaned forward. “Did you expect me to be pining for you and leap back into your arms with your apology? I’ve moved on, Anton. I suggest you do the same.”

Anton nodded. “I understand. How long are you in town?”

“Turns out I’ll be here for a few days. Why?”

“I was hoping we could start rebuilding a friendship before you go. You did say we could at least be friends.”

Heath considered for a moment. Anton still captivated him, even with the betrayals. He did owe the man his life a couple times over, and he’d be long dead if Anton hadn’t figured out the whole business with the key. “Okay, we’ll give it a try. But one more betrayal, and we’re done forever. What did you have in mind?”

His eyes lit up. “Dinner tonight?”

“Sorry. I promised my cousin Conroy I’d see him this evening. You definitely don’t want to be around him right now.”

“Tomorrow then?”

“As long as you don’t mind company. Graeme will be here.”

Anton shrugged. “That’s not a problem for me.” He stood. “Until tomorrow then. I’ll call you when I figure out a good restaurant.”

Still fixing him with a frosty stare, Heath remained seated. “I’ll look forward to it.”

Smiling, Anton bowed to Fran and departed the café. As he left, a weight lifted off Heath’s shoulders and his stomach untightened a bit, but still, his lover’s words left him in turmoil. I’ll be glad when Graeme gets here.

The café owner rushed over and threw her arms around him. “Are you okay?”

Heath hugged her back. “I’m fine. It went better than I thought it would. Thanks for being such a good friend.”

“If he messes with you, I’ll take care of him.”

Laughing, Heath untangled himself from her arms. “You’ll be the first to know. My boyfriend is flying in from London sometime tomorrow afternoon. I’ll bring him by.”

She furrowed her brow. “I hope he’s worthy.”

“You can be the judge. He helped me out of a big mess in England.” He winked. “And he seems to adore me.”

“That gives him a few points, but he’ll have to work hard to win me over.” She glanced at the door. “Especially after meeting your prior boyfriend.”







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