Bourbon Street Blues — Greg Herren

Ah, the French Quarter. The smell of fried fish and fresh coffee. The harlequin tchotckes and flammable drinks. The lazy days, wild nights, and hot muscle boys stuffing five-dollar bills into your thong. Welcome to New Orleans, Scotty Bradley style.

Native boy Scotty knows how to bend his hometown's every unwritten rule. It doesn't hurt that he's buff, boyish, and completely irresistible, with a job by day as a personal trainer...and the occasional night gig dancing on the bar for rent money. With New Orleans's biggest circuit party--Southern Decadence--about to hit town, Scotty's looking forward to plenty of dancing, cruising, and maybe, just maybe, an adorable Mr. Right. The last thing he's looking for is trouble of a permanent kind.

But that's just what Scotty finds when he discovers one of his best clients in front of his Decatur Street apartment, shot through the head, execution style. It's even more troubling when his friend Jeremy, he of the disappearing act a year ago, reappears briefly in the bar, begging Scotty to take care of a computer disk for him and spouting something crazy about people being after him. And things get really, really bad when everyone from the cops--who don't believe anything Scotty says--to a shadowy man claiming to be an FBI agent is tailing Scotty's every move, waiting for a chance to arrest him...or worse.

From the drug-fueled dance floors of New Orleans's hottest bars, to the body-worship of its packed gyms and the slow, hungry crawl through streets where danger lurks behind every beautiful smile, Bourbon Street Blues takes readers on a dizzying tour of gay life in the French Quarter and introduces an unlikely P.I. whose ironic, lusty, tell-it-like-it-is take on things is as cool as the city he loves.