Review, Guest Post and Giveaway: The Jewel Cave by Elizabeth Noble (Circles Series Book 3)

Through ten wonderful years Griff Diamond and Clint Bishop weathered good times and bad together. Lately they haven’t spent as much time together as they’d like, and their physical relationship is suffering. Then Clint loses his job at the steel mill. Instead of worrying, he sees it as an opportunity to lean on his steady partner, start his writing career, and rekindle the passion they’ve lost.

But a friendly relationship with another author turns to obsession, putting Clint’s life in danger. Taken against his will to the Jewel Cave system in South Dakota, Clint must rely on the skills he’s learned from Griff to survive.

Fearing the worst, Griff tracks Clint across the country. As a US Marshall, Griff’s always been the man who keeps everyone safe, but he doesn’t know how he and Clint will survive this.

This book was so good. I couldn’t put it down. It was very fast paced and held my attention the entire time I was reading. Clint and Griff are very well suited for each other. I liked that they were happy together before the crazy events took place. The problems they faced weren’t between them. Not even the lack of sex was really a problem. They just stopped making their relationship a priority and got complacent. Nothing like the threat of death to rearrange priorities. I found it very funny how the old joke about an author’s searches seeming nefarious when looked at from a different angle was used in this story. All of the authors in the critique group talked about things  that can be used for harming, killing, and getting away with murder. I loved that there was a full happy ending to the story. Not just stopping when Clint was rescued. So much happens after and it was nice watching him conquer some of his fears. There were some characters introduced in this story that I’m interested to know more about. I’m hoping some of them get happy endings and stories as well.
Four and a half

Guest Post:
Elizabeth was wonderful enough to give us a little bonus scene where Clint and Griff work out the best way to kill someone. Read and enjoy!
“I need to kill someone,” Clint muttered.

Griff lowered his newspaper far enough to look over the top and asked, “Don’t we all?”

“Some way other than with a gun.”

“Blow them up,” Griff suggested. One of their dogs, Fern, stretched on the couch beside him and rolled to her back. The universal request for a tummy rub. Naturally, Griff put the paper down and complied.

“I need a body.”

“Again, don’t we all?” Griff arched an eyebrow and crooked one finger at Clint.

Clint snorted. “Not until this guy is dead in a truly creative way.”

Griff heaved a dramatic sigh and looked down at Fern. “Guess I know where I rate.”

“Aww, you know where you rate. Now give me some ideas,” Clint said.

“You do remember I’m supposed to uphold the law and prevent murders, right?”

“Oh, bitch, bitch. Fictional murder doesn’t count,” Clint said.

“It does to the fictional victims,” Griff retorted.

“Griff! Do you want to sit on that couch alone all night?”

Griff sighed again and shook his head. “Okay, no guns and no bombs. Fire?”


Griff laughed. “Drowning?”

Clint scrunched his nose. “Anyone can kill someone like that. I want different, creative.”

“Kill ‘em with kindness,” Griff said and stood up. “Beer?”

“Marshmallows!” Clint’s palm smacked the desktop and he swiveled the chair around to face the monitor.

“I don’t think we have marshmallows.”

“No, my character works in a food processing factory. A vat of marshmallow goo is a brilliant idea. You’re a genius.” Clint began typing. “This stuff can get up his nose, down his throat, all sticky and sweet smelling and….” He stopped talking and concentrated on the details.

A minute later Clint felt a presence behind him and a bottle of beer was offered over his shoulder. Griff leaned in and said, “I like that.”


“Yeah. It’s different. The poor guy probably wishes he’d be shot instead of suffocating in that glop.” Griff leaned against the edge of the desk and took a swig of beer.

Clint typed furiously describing how the man slowly sank as if he were in quicksand, the more he fought the fast he sank. The fluid marshmallow mixture closing in slowly, filling his mouth then his ears. Clanging in the factory dulled and seemed to come from farther and farther away as his hearing was dampened by the white, sticky stuff. Finally it invaded his eyes, he couldn’t get a hand up to rub them clean because he couldn’t get his arms free. The sugar stung like salt in a wound. His ears rang and he struggled to breathe, only succeeding in pulling more goo into his nose and eventually lungs.

“There,” Clint said and sat back. He picked up his beer and drank. “Whatcha think?”

Griff pulled a face. “That’s a disgusting way to die. Sure don’t see that at every crime scene. Nicely done. I think you should let it sit and ferment for the evening.” He dipped his head toward the couch.

Clint chuckled and stood up, stretching. “You know when I get over there I’ll need some distracting.”

Griff stood and slipped one arm around Clint’s waist. He pulled them close and leaned in, whispering in Clint’s ear. “That’s easy. I’ll fill you in on all the laws broken by dumping a man in a vat of marshmallow dough and leaving him to die.” He licked Clint’s neck and nibbled his ear. “Then I’ll help you come up with all sorts of gruesome ways for his body to be found.” Griff turned Clint away from the desk and nudged him toward the living room and the couch.

“You’ll do anything to keep from sitting alone on the couch.” Clint stopped talking long enough to be indulged with a slow, deep kiss. “And I’ll admit having you help me with scenes is hot.”

“Well, then, prepare for me to become scorching.” Griff took Clint’s beer and set it on a table along with his own. Clint sucked in a breath and laughed softly when Griff dumped him on the couch, all thoughts of finishing the chapter he’d been working on pushed to the side when Griff’s hands began working some magic.

Clint nearly jumped out of his skin when someone’s strong arm snaked around his waist and pulled him back against a firm body. Warm breath blew in his ear along with the words, “You left the door unlocked again. I could be the neighborhood whack job here to bludgeon you to death after defiling you.”

“You scared the crap out of me!” Clint yelped, trying to squirm away, but it was useless. “You’re the guy on this street with all the big guns.” Behind him Griff chuckled and used one finger to move Clint’s hair away from his neck. He pressed a soft kiss to the spot. Clint glared down at the dogs. “And you two! You need watchdog lessons.”

Griff let go of Clint, turned him, and shook him by the shoulders for a second. “Lock the goddamn doors. Even if someone smashes through the storm door, you’ll at least hear them.” He raised his eyebrows and leaned away from Clint, letting him go. “For me. Please.”

“What you really don’t want is some moron busting up the storm door since you’d have to help me replace it,” Clint muttered.

Griff pointed up. “Hey, I happen to have a deep appreciation for that door. Notice I’m tactfully not mentioning how delightful you are when you work on a construction project?” Clint burst out laughing. Griff’s blue-gray eyes twinkled, and the corners crinkled in the way Clint loved when Griff smiled. “Sorry I’m late,” Griff said, leaning down to pet the dogs.

About Elizabeth:
Elizabeth Noble started telling stories before she actually knew how to write, and her family was very happy when she learned to put words on a page. Those words turned into fan fiction that turned into a genuine love of M/M romance fiction. Being able to share her works with Dreamspinner is really a dream come true. She has a real love for a good mystery complete with murder and twisty plots as well as all things sci-fi, futuristic, and supernatural and a bit of an unnatural interest in a super-volcano in Wyoming.

Elizabeth has three grown children and is now happily owned by an adorable mixed breed canine princess named Rosie, and two cats, Murphy and Yeti. She lives in her native northeast Ohio, the perfect place for gardening, winter and summer sports (go Tribe!). When she’s not writing she’s working as a veterinary nurse, so don’t be surprised to see her men with a pet or three who are a very big part of their lives.

Two of Elizabeth’s books have received Honorable Mentions in the Rainbow Awards.

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