Barnaby Moss and Arnie Kotkin have been friends since their boyhood days of schoolyard fights and choirboy impersonations. After graduating from college, they realized they were more than friends, and it was not long before Arnie's upscale condo in the Belle Harbor section of Lawton, New York had a second occupant. In their first month together, the two young men found themselves facing everything from attempted murder to the real thing. Last autumn, roughly 18 months into their relationship, they traveled to Maple Grove Junction, Vermont, where they were not only joined in a same sex union,...

Barnaby Moss and Arnie Kotkin have been friends since their boyhood days of schoolyard squabbles and choirboy impersonations. After graduating from college, each of them realized that they were more than friends. Domestic partners for over a year now, they have struggled to get through events that would have torn many couples apart--everything from attempted murder to the real thing. Taking what should have been an enjoyable trip to Vermont in October, they find that red is not only the color of the leaves on the trees.it is also the color of blood on the ground.

When their brand new security system fails the test, Helene and Jack Fentnor are awakened by their daughter's screams, instead of the alarm systems' bells and whistles. Racing to her room, the frightened parents find their toddler huddled in one comer of her crib, looking toward a window that should have been shut tight... especially in the middle of a New England winter. Calling on their grown son, Arnie Kotkin, and his partner, Barnaby Moss, for assistance the next day, the Fentnors once again entangle the two young men in solving a crime that turns out to be anything but ordinary.

Barnaby Moss and Arnie Kotkin, lifelong best friends and now a civilly united couple, cannot stay away from murder.or at least mayhem. When a hauntingly realistic dream forces Arnie to recall a long ago trip to the shore, he looks to his natural mother, Helene Fentnor, to help him fill in the missing details. What Helene remembers is puzzling--perhaps more puzzling than the dream. Recalling the death of Gladys Frickette some 20 years earlier, Helene begins to wonder why everyone, even the police, accepted the theory that a woman who was hated by all, was killed by none! Maybe she really did...

Arnie Kotkin has finally gotten his doctorate in science, but his dream of teaching at the college level eludes him when a private prep school in Vermont makes a far better offer. To add to the changes in his life, his parents have announced that they can no longer care for Todd--the child of his late brother--so he and his partner, Barnaby Moss, are tapped for the honor of raising the boy. Northward bound again, the pair stop to look at a house; it will be a wonderful place to raise a child, but it might also be a great place to share with someone else.someone who should have left 145 years...

Retired from his job at Maple Grove Savings and Loan Company, Carson Wright no longer counts money on a daily basis, but he still counts souls--and there are a growing number in town that drive him crazy. Two factors kept him from fussing too much when the first gay couple moved into town--his realtor niece needed the commission, and the 'fruity pair', as he shamefully called them, lived far enough away to be ignored--but when the 'other pair' bought a house across the street, he affected signs of distress. He also never ignored them, when he could harass them just as easily. The arrival of a...

Frank Robert Logan, Jr. needs a change of scenery, and he needs it now...better still, he needed it five days ago. In the last four days, three irate husbands, two jealous boyfriends, and one over-protective father found Frank's door, and each man left a calling card on his face. Contemplating a plan that would have him date only unattached orphans in the future, Frank could see that it was of no immediate use; in Manhattan alone, there were dozens of men who might still come calling. How many of them would he need to slug in the fist with his nose and mouth, or knock cold with his eyes?...