The Sun Goes Down, by James Lear
Series: A Mitch Mitchell Mystery, #4
Publisher: Cleis Press
Release Date: June 14, 2016
4 out of 5 Stars
Mitch Mitchell needs a vacation, and he is determined to make the most of his trip to the Mediterranean island of Gozo. Death never takes a break however, and at the behest of fellow doctor Bob Southern, Mitch soon finds himself investigating the demise of a young, gay lance corporal. The police have ruled it a suicide, but the young man’s boyfriend claims it was murder. Suspecting an official cover-up of a queer scandal, Mitch gets to work on an investigation that leads him into a labyrinth of lies, false identities and secret sex.
With tension, humor and plenty of Mitch Mitchell’s exuberant sexual encounters, The Sun Goes Down cranks up the Mediterranean heat for one of his most baffling and dangerous cases.
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For those familiar with “Mitch” Mitchell and his escapades, you’ll be glad to learn that he hasn’t lost his touch for stumbling across dead bodies (or live male ones, for that matter). For those not familiar with the larger-than-life American doctor, his heroes include Agatha Christie and Arthur Conan Doyle and he quite fancies himself a private dick of sorts. Emphasis on the dick. He has a keen eye (almost a thirst) for a good mystery, and an even keener eye (and a most definite thirst) for men who fancy a vigorous shag. As luck would have it, in Mitch’s world there is never a shortage of either.
The Sun Goes Down, fourth in the series, takes him to a Mediterranean island where plenty of willing and able-bodied men are a natural part of the breathtaking views. He quickly learns it’s not all sunshine, sailors and soldiers however, and is soon buried up to his privates in another murder investigation.
If you’re new to the series and haven’t already guessed, this book continues in the vein of its predecessors – that of being a British whodunit farce of the highest and filthiest order. Lucky for you, despite references to his past exploits, I don’t feel you need to be caught up on the series to enjoy this book.
While I definitely enjoyed the plentiful and enthusiastic sex which is a Mitch Mitchell trademark, I also appreciated the more pensive, almost subdued version of Mitch in this book. When his mind is not otherwise preoccupied with the case or his next conquest, he looks back with some regret on his failed relationships with his long-suffering ex Vince, as well as best friend and occasional lover Boy Morgan, the quintessential one that got away. That isn’t to say he’s no longer the unstoppable force of nature from previous books. While the harsh realities of queer men turning up dead in paradise and no one seeming to give a damn has us seeing a more introspective side to the good doctor, his determination to get to the bottom of things has never been clearer.
I would definitely recommend this book, particularly if you like your erotica with a spot of mystery and humor. The intrigue was satisfying, and just like any juicy mystery novel, potential villains were thick on the ground. Each character was really well sketched out, almost to a caricature-like degree, which made fingering (hah!) the ultimate villain a lot of fun as I raced through the obligatory dramatic reveal and final conclusion. I dare say it was quite a climactic end indeed.
James Lear is the nom de plume of prolific and acclaimed novelist, Rupert Smith. He lives in London and is the 2008 Winner of Erotic Awards “Best Writer”.
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I received an advanced copy of this novel in exchange for a fair and honest review.