Title: The Mystery of the Moving Image (Snow & Winter #3)
Author: C.S. Poe
Publisher: DSP Publications
Release Date: September 11th 2018
Genre(s): Mystery & Suspense
It’s summer in New York City, and antique shop owner Sebastian Snow is taking the next big step in his relationship with NYPD homicide detective, Calvin Winter: they’re moving in together. What should have been a wonderful week of playing house and celebrating Calvin’s birthday comes to an abrupt end when a mysterious package arrives at the Emporium.
Inside is a Thomas Edison Kinetoscope, a movie viewer from the nineteenth century, invented by the grandfather of modern cinema, W. K. L. Dickson. And along with it, footage of a murder that took place over a hundred years ago.
Sebastian resists the urge to start sleuthing, even if the culprit is long dead and there’s no apparent danger. But break-ins at the Emporium, a robbery, and dead bodies aren’t as easy to ignore, and Sebastian soon realizes that the century-old murder will lead him to a modern-day killer.
However, even with Sebastian’s vast knowledge of Victorian America and his unrelenting perseverance in the face of danger, this may be the one mystery he won’t survive
Hello, friends! I’m C.S. Poe, and we’re here on the first stop of The Mystery of the Moving Image blog tour. This is the third book in the mystery-romance series, Snow & Winter. I’ve written an exclusive coda featuring Sebastian and Calvin’s trials and tribulations apartment hunting, as established in Book Two, The Mystery of the Curiosities.
Be sure to check out the giveaway as well! I have a pound of ground coffee from the lovely shop, Empire Coffee & Tea in Manhattan. The blend is their delicious and unique Hell’s Kitchen!
Enjoy Part 1 of my coda.
I’d been wedged into Calvin’s too-small-for-two studio or surfing Pop’s couch for two months now, and it felt like there was no end in sight. After the Curiosities shitfest that’d included losing my apartment and everything I owned, me and Calvin decided to move in together.
But I’m picky.
A bit neurotic.
And I don’t like too much change.
So while running the Emporium, making myself useful at Pop’s in return for crashing his retirement, and spending quality time with my man, I’d also spearheaded the apartment hunt. Calvin’s list of preferences was frightening low, which I guess explained why he’d been living in that closet-sized studio for half a decade. He preferred laundry in-building but it wasn’t a deal-breaker, and of course it needed to be pet friendly for his dog.
And that was it. Myself on the other hand?
Easy access to the Emporium.
Walk-up preferable because I’m lazy enough as it is and don’t need an elevator to exacerbate it.
No ground floor apartments.
Laundry in-building because if Calvin thought for one hot second I’d drag my crap to a laundromat he was nuts—and those were just the minimum requirements.
When I was lucky enough to find a place, it always seemed to end up being right above a cheap pizza place and smelled of old marinara sauce. Or all the tenants were college students and I wasn’t about to be the sole adult in the building. Or it was nothing more than astronomically fucking expensive and at the end of the day, we were a cop and shop owner, not Wall Street bankers.
“What’s the plan tomorrow, kiddo?” Pop asked as he carried his plate to the sink.
“The same as every Monday, Pinky. I have a few apartments to look at.” I finished scrubbing the pan I’d cooked our taco dinner in, set it aside to dry, then took Pop’s plate.
Pop leaned against the counter. “You might need to ease up on your requirements a bit, Sebastian.”
“I don’t want to settle.”
“I’m aware. But sometimes life is about compromising.”
“It’s not a matter of compromising, Pop,” I continued, washing suds from the plate and setting it in the dishrack. “I’m pretty sure the place on Avenue A was owned by a mob family.”
“Seb,” Pop said with a weary sigh.
“The guy across the hall was screaming about ‘Tony owing him fucking money.’” I pulled the plug in the sink, washed the utensils, and dried my hands. “Something told me they wouldn’t appreciate a cop for a neighbor, and I didn’t want to wear cement shoes.”
“Now you’re being dramatic,” Pop chastised.
“The place on Thirteenth Street was nice,” I continued. “But that landlord was an asshole. Discrimination laws be damned, he was this close to telling us gays weren’t welcome.”
Pop took a step back, opened a cupboard, and removed a bag. “You don’t owe someone like that your hard-earned money. I agree with you there.” He took my hand and shook a few saltwater taffies into my palm. “Eat some candy.”
I smiled a little and untwisted the wax paper. “A shame about the place on St. Marks.”
“Didn’t want middle-age punks for neighbors?”
“No, that would have been great,” I corrected. “The apartments had shared bathrooms on each floor. I’m trying to move forward in life, not regress back to freshman year of college.”
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
C.S. Poe is a Lambda Literary and EPIC award finalist author of gay mystery, romance, and paranormal books.
She is a reluctant mover and has called many places home in her lifetime. C.S. has lived in New York City, Key West, and Ibaraki, Japan, to name a few. She misses the cleanliness, convenience, and limited-edition gachapon of Japan, but she was never very good at riding bikes to get around.
She has an affinity for all things cute and colorful and a major weakness for toys. C.S. is an avid fan of coffee, reading, and cats. She’s rescued two cats—Milo and Kasper do their best on a daily basis to sidetrack her from work.
C.S. is a member of the International Thriller Writers organization.
Her debut novel, The Mystery of Nevermore, was published by DSP Publications, 2016.