Sunday, February 26, 2017

Sunday Spotlight- Sean Michael & Making It Work

Welcome Sean Michael to my blog this week -- Sean's here to share a bit of Making It Work.

Making it Work, a Mannies Incorportated Novel

Parker has been Manny to Grif and Blue’s kids ever since the twins were first born. Fourteen years later, he’s caring for five kids and Grif is now a widower. Everything is about to change again for Park and his charges, though, as Grif is marrying a man with three girls of his own and the new family is moving to a big house they’ve built just outside of Ottawa.

Rand has been with his family since fifteen-year-old Josie was little, and he now finds himself transplanted from Austin, Texas to Ottawa, Canada when his charges’ father, Mike, marries Grif. Coming to a new house in a new country with a new blended family, he’s determined to make sure that even though they’ve been uprooted, his girls still have everything they want and need.

What could go wrong?

Park and Rand’s styles as mannies couldn’t be more different, the kids all hate each other on sight, and the newlywed fathers are busy honeymooning. It seems pretty clear the whole situation is a recipe for disaster. Can everyone find their place in this brand new family, including both mannies? And will Park and Rand ever see eye to eye on anything? The answer surprises even them.

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Excerpt:


The front door opened and he heard, “Good Lord, look at this place. It’s the size of a cruise ship!”

That had him chuckling, and he headed through the kitchen to the huge living room/front hall/great room/whatever that made up the front third of the main floor of the house to greet who had to be the other manny.

“Hey there. I’m Parker Bouchard, but you can call me Park.”

He stopped, more than a little stunned. The kids had warned him that the Richards’ manny was a hippy, but he hadn’t thought they were serious. This guy wore two braids hanging to his waist on either side, a vest and a pair of baggy tie-dyed pants and rope sandals, and piercings in his lip, his ear, and in his nose. There was a guitar slung over one shoulder, a lean body covered in wildly colored tattoos, and a bright rainbow bag. “Rand. Rock on.”

“Right. Dude.” Because a guy like Rand had to be a dude, didn’t he? Park shook himself mentally. Be nice. He’d met Mike and the girls, and the girls were well-behaved young ladies. “I was just making a cup of coffee, we could sit and have a drink and I’ll give you the loonie-tour afterwards.”

“Works for me. I brought some kickass free-trade organic coffee from Austin, along with all the kids’ teas. I can’t wait to explore my grocery options.”                       

“Grocery options? I put in an order once a month online, there’s a half a cow in the freezer, and we get a green goods box every week for fruit and veg. I’ll just increase the order.” They had to combine the family, right?

“Yep. Penny is vegan. Josie is gluten free, and Carrie, at this point, only eats peanut butter and eggs.” The man put his guitar and bags down. “Lead on, MacDuff.”

“Is Josie allergic to gluten or have celiac disease?” He didn’t hold with different food for different kids, but allergies had to be worked around. He was even willing to find vegan options for the Penny as long as she followed through on that mindset in the rest of her life, too. But the youngest was SOL as far as being catered to went. If you were hungry, you ate. He led the way to the kitchen.

“She’s gluten-sensitive. It bothers her ADHD. No need to worry. I’ll cook for them. I have that down. I’m sure you heard about the horror when your brood visited. They couldn’t wait to get home to ‘real food’.” The last words came with air quotes.

“I don’t see why we have to make four different meals just to feed the kids. They’ll all have to learn to compromise. And your youngest needs to learn she eats what’s on hand or she doesn’t eat. You can’t let her dictate you like that or it’s going to expand into more than just food.”
He grabbed an extra mug and poured them each a coffee.

“Thanks for the input.” That didn’t sound even a bit like an agreement.

“Look. We need to work together here, help integrate the families. If the kids see us divided, they’re going to think it’s just fine and dandy that they are too. Whether or not we agree, we can’t let them see that. We should keep this kind of discussion private. And frankly, I think we should decide now on as many things as we can think of that are going to come up so that we already have our position to fall back on.” He wasn’t asking a lot, really. He just wanted his well-oiled machine to continue being a well-oiled machine. He was pretty sure Rand was more a blowing-in-the-wind kind of guy and that wasn’t going to work here. Not with eight kids coming together because their dads got married.

“Hmm.” Okay, what did that mean? That was the epitome of nonanswer answer.

“Is that agreement?” Think positive, right? Just because Rand looked like he was the total opposite of Park physically didn’t mean their thoughts on child rearing were so different. He could hope, anyway, right? There had to be a chance, slim though it might be.

“I have zero issues communicating. However, the girls have been through a lot of change. I’m not going to force the meal issue with them. I’ll cook for them or, if you’d like, cook for the group, but I’m not interested in disrupting them any more than they have been.” The words were calm, quiet, and utterly immovable.

“So how long are we going to do this cooking whatever anybody wants even if it means something different for eight different kids thing? At some point they’ve got to deal. And my kids have been uprooted too, you know. This is a new house for them, and they’re going to be going to different schools. And the whole blending-the-families thing. If we just keep everything the way it is, that blended thing is never going to work.” He was a little surprised that someone who looked like such an easygoing hippy was being recalcitrant about fitting them all together.

“Well, probably thirteen years, unless Rommy decides that I’m not trying to poison him. Then I could cook for fifteen. I still haven’t figured that out. I tend not to plan more than a decade out.”

“You’re going to cook different meals for every kid until they leave the nest? Seriously? So they rule the roost is what you’re saying?” Ran roughshod over Rand big-time, he bet.



Bio:

Best-selling author Sean Michael is a maple leaf–loving Canadian who spends hours hiding out in used book stores. With far more ideas than time, Sean keeps several documents open at all times. From romance to fantasy, paranormal and sci-fi, Sean is limited only by the need for sleep—and the periodic Beaver Tail.

Sean fantasizes about one day retiring on a secluded island populated entirely by horseshoe crabs after inventing a brain-to-computer dictation system. Until then, Sean will continue to write the old-fashioned way.

Sean Michael on the web:

WEBSITE: http://www.seanmichaelwrites.com
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Saturday, February 25, 2017

Damned Good Food - Avocado Toast with a Fried Egg

Coming up next month, the kiddo and I are taking a Masterclass by Gordon Ramsey and hopefully put a shine on our cooking skills.  As a big Hell's Kitchen fan, it sounded like fun and something my daughter and I could do together.

Due to my recent health issues, my doc gave me the FIRM suggestion to eliminate as much meat from my diet and go more plant based.  She has green lighted seafood, so I can keep that in my diet, as well. The whole family is standing behind me and we're all working on lowering our meat intake.

Now, of course, eggs are technically meat by her standards, but I can only give up so much at a time.  I don't know I'd be able to drop them completely, either.  A friend of the family has pet chickens (yes, she actually says they are very cuddle-able) and we buy fresh eggs from her -- so I know my eggs are cruelty and additional hormone added free.

So... on the avocado toast!

Avocados are a great source of omega-3 fatty acid, and my doc told me to add plenty of that into my diet... so when we found this recipe, we gave it a try and even the picky kiddo LOVED it.  I have to agree, it is soooo good.  We eat this at least once or twice a week.

All you need is some great 100% whole grain or whole wheat toast, a fried egg, and an avocado.  Add a splash or two of hot sauce and even better!



Wednesday, February 22, 2017

New Release - Beast (A Bear Mountain Story), Project Zed, 1

Welcome to Project Zed!  

Project Zed is a spin-off series from the Bear Mountain series. Readers do not need to have red Bear Mountain prior to reading this book, but it is highly recommended.

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A shifter altered into a beast, transformed into a weapon…

Subject Z-701 has few memories. Kept in a drug-induced haze and controlled through neural transmitters, he’s let out of his cage when death and destruction is what’s desired.

Until an accident changes his fate.

Freedom beckons, but he finds himself in yet another cage. Without the drugs, the voices get louder, pushing him to the edge of his already precarious sanity.

If it wasn’t for him, the one person able to calm the voices and keep him from teetering into the abyss.

Samuel…

Tossed between heaven and hell, he must forge a path toward Samuel or be lost forevermore.




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Sunday, February 19, 2017

Sunday Spotlight -- Lisa Oliver

As promised a couple of weeks ago, Lisa Oliver is today's guest author for the Sunday Spotlight.

She's here to share a bit of her new series - The Gods Made Me Do It (a spin-off of Cloverleah) - with book #1 -- Get Over It.


Madison Worthington has worked hard to get to where he is. Thrown out of his pack at a young age, he finds his home in the San Antonio pack, eventually talking himself into a job as Damien's PA. He doesn't get the respect he'd hoped for, but he holds his head high as he works behind the scenes keeping Damien's club and pack running smoothly. At night, he dreams of a mate who will hold him in strong arms and love him just the way he is. Unfortunately, the Fates appear to have other plans.

Sebastian D'Eath, son of Thanatos the Angel of Death, has always known that the Fates would throw a mate in his path. He just didn't realize he had to dive into flood waters to stop the man from drowning. But no matter how cute his mate might look as a drowned rat, Sebastian has his arguments ready. He doesn't want a mate; won't take a mate and no one can make him. However, he soon finds out the Fates have other plans for him, too.

Angry words lead to Madison being captured by a wolf with a sick mind. Salvation comes from an unlikely quarter, but Madison returns to the pack with a change of heart. He has some scores to settle and Sebastian is first in the firing line. Hellhounds, dinners and a red convertible - will Sebastian ever get the man he claimed he didn't want?

This story is roughly 50,000 words, but the book includes a bonus short story about Thanatos and Cody.

Warning: Contains two sexy men, intimate situations and coarse language. Also, watch out for a sexy twink with an attitude that won't stop, a demigod who seriously needs to grow up and hellhounds that appear without warning.

Excerpt

“I…er…you’re not wearing anything under that robe,” Sebastian said awkwardly sitting up and watching his mate’s face.

Madison shrugged. “Didn’t see the point,” he said with a small smile. “Shifters don’t wear underwear as a rule and I assumed you had the same idea I did about how this evening would end. Or is having sex with a smaller, younger guy going to ruin your reputation?”

Sebastian knew Madison was teasing, but he growled all the same. His cock was hard enough to pound rocks and his earlier anger had morphed into a sexual energy which was now focused on how soon he could find a flat surface. Bed, he reminded himself, this isn’t a hookup, but then his brain shutdown as Madison’s soft lips tickled his jaw line.

“Such a hard man,” Madison whispered against his skin. “Hard, stern and always in control,” his feather light touches sent tingles down Sebastian’s spine. Strong fingers moved from the back of his neck around to the front, slowly heading down, tracing his torso as Sebastian’s shirt was opened one button at a time.

“Hard all over,” Madison’s mouth followed the trail set by his fingers and Sebastian leaned back in the chair instinctively. His urge to lunge, grab and fuck grew, but Madison’s touch was addictive. He wanted more but he didn’t want it to stop.

“Hmm,” Madison chuckled against his abs and Sebastian stifled a groan as he felt a flick of tongue. “Your muscles are so tense. I don’t know if you want to throw me off, or throw me down and fuck me till I beg for mercy.”

Those simple words painted such a vivid visual Sebastian’s hips left the chair. He bit his lip and gripped the armrests so tight the material under his fingers gave way. Madison took that moment to suckle the end of his cock, when did he undo my pants? Although Sebastian didn’t have the brain power to answer his own questions, he was too busy…nope, too late. His mouth opened.

Moans and curses fell from his lips as Madison explored his cock. Sebastian registered the weight falling from his knees as Madison slipped to the floor, his hands and mouth busy teasing and driving Sebastian to the brink of madness.

“You…you….” Nope, he couldn’t form a sentence, but Madison looked up, a demure smile on his face.

“Did you want me to stop?”


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Also available on Smashwords and related outlets after February 20th.



Lisa Oliver had been writing non-fiction books for years when visions of half dressed, buff men started invading her dreams.  Unable to resist the lure of her stories, Lisa decided to switch to fiction books, and now stories about her men clamor to get out from under her fingertips. 

When Lisa is not writing, she is usually reading with a cup of tea always at hand. Her grown children and grandchildren sometimes try and pry her away from the computer and have found that the best way to do it, is to promise her chocolate.  Lisa will do anything for chocolate.

For shorter similar books written by the same author, please check out Lee Oliver on Amazon.

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Wednesday, February 15, 2017

COMING SOON -- Beast, Project Zed, 1

COMING SOON

The first book from the Bear Mountain spin-off series, Project Zed, is coming very soon!



Sunday, February 12, 2017

Sunday Spotlight - April Andrews

April Andrews is back!  She's sharing a little bit of her upcoming release (Feb 15th!) with us today.  Crossing the Line is the first title in her new Alpha One series.

In the year 2152 the last of humanity lives on a series of generational spaceships. Twice a year, on the ship known as Alpha One, five scouts are chosen to head out into deep space and find places where Alpha One can re-stock its supplies.

Tobias Hark, newly qualified pilot, is one of those scouts but Tobias isn’t being sent on his mission alone. He has been paired with his commanding officer, Javier De Santos. Javier also happens to be the one man that Tobias has been crushing on ever since he joined the pilot unit. But there are rules on Alpha One and those rules mean that Tobias can never let his superior officer know how he feels.


Javier has been following those rules too, despite the fact that he has lusted after Tobias from the day they met. But when their ship lands on a strange planet, and they have to make some drastic decisions in order to survive, Javier soon realizes that if there is ever a time to break those rules it is now. Because protecting Tobias has just become his priority and the only way that Javier can do that is by crossing the line. 


Excerpt



If Javier DeSantos heard the word ‘sir’ come out of Tobias Hark’s mouth just one more time he swore it would be his undoing. It wasn’t even the word itself, though that was bad enough. It was the way the young pilot said the damn thing. The way his green eyes seemed to widen. The way his lips parted softly as he spoke. And the way his skin flushed...that soft fucking skin of his...

It was constantly flushed around Javier, and Javier knew why, of course he did, it was fucking obvious. The young pilot had a crush on him. He’d had that crush since his very first day of pilot training.

Javier could remember well the moment he had picked up on it. It had been midday and after the usual briefings that all new pilots were given, Javier had decided to launch them straight into a virtual reality scenario. He often did things like that, springing scenarios and tests on his recruits, it gave him an idea of who was confident, who would need a bit more attention and so on.

The VR was for a planetary landing. Javier had been strapping the pilots into their test modules. Tobias had been the last on his list of new recruits. Javier had eleven in all. Slightly less than the other officers but unlike the other officers Javier didn’t just train new recruits, he was still on active pilot duty himself.

He’d moved across the room to Tobias’ module. The young man was already trying to strap himself in. He was eager. That thought made Javier sigh inwardly. He’d read over Tobias’ record when Tobias had been assigned to him. The young man had only just turned twenty-five—the age of entry to the pilot unit—and he’d come all the way from module zero one, the module at the very front of the ship, one that Javier hadn’t visited in years. The people there tended to end up in the engineering or medical units. Tobias was the first of them to apply for the pilot unit in more than a decade.

And of course, Javier had noticed the other man during their briefing, realized how good looking he was, but he certainly wasn’t the only attractive male to enter the unit, and Javier had thought no more of it.

“Let me show you how to do that properly, Tobias,” Javier had said as he approached Tobias’ module.

The younger man had smiled at those words, looked up, and that was when it happened. That was when Tobias’ crush started...and when Javier’s raging lust did too. In those first few moments together, as Javier looked down at Tobias, as Tobias looked up at him, something clicked between them.

It was just a moment, just a heartbeat, but it happened.

And then Tobias’ skin had flushed a deep, deep pink, his green eyes had widened, and he’d whispered just two words, “Yes, sir.”

Yes, sir....

Those two words had featured in pretty much every wet dream that Javier had experienced since. And there had been plenty of those dreams because try as he might, Javier couldn’t help the fact that Tobias’ crush was not unrequited. Javier felt it too, and no matter how hard he tried he couldn’t stop himself from wanting Tobias.

Badly.

And what the hell was that going to mean for the mission ahead?

“Sir, I’m confused...” Tobias began.

Javier sucked in a deep breath. It was the voice he decided then. The voice did not help matters at all. It was too soft, too easy to imagine it in his ears as he slid his body over the other man’s... 

“There’s no need for confusion, pilot, it’s quite simple,” Javier said quickly. “I will be flying the primary scout ship and you will be my co-pilot.”

“You’re coming on the mission too, sir?” Tobias asked and his voice, that damn voice, was filled with confusion.

Javier turned to him and shot him a look. Tobias did not return it. He simply flushed and lowered his gaze. It took quite a bit of Javier’s willpower to stop his body from reacting to the sight of that in the way that it wanted to. “Do you have a problem with me coming on the mission?” he asked.

“No,” Tobias said quickly. “Of course not, I...just...”

“You just what?” Javier demanded.

“I thought scouts went out alone, sir,” Tobias said.

And he was right about that, of course he was, because apart from being the most attractive male that Javier had ever met, Tobias was also the only pilot in over twenty years who had scored one hundred percent on every single exam that he had ever taken. The test flights, the written exams, the oral exams, he never put a foot wrong. That was the reason he had been chosen for this mission, the most important mission of this entire scouting campaign. And that was the reason that Javier could not pick someone else, someone who did not make his body clench with desire, someone who did not make him wake up in the middle of the night with an erection that just wouldn’t quit, someone who didn’t make Javier feel like he might explode every time they were close to one another...

Tobias was the best person for this job.

Whether Javier liked it or not.






Friday, February 10, 2017

Lisa Oliver Pre-Order

I'll be sharing more on this title in a guest spotlight to come -- but a new spin-off of the Cloverleaf Pack Series is about to get underway and the pre-order is NOW AVAILABLE.

Lisa will be a guest on one of my Sunday Spotlights very soon, so more details will be coming!




The Gods Made Me Do It #1

(Spin off series from the Cloverleah Pack. Can be read as a standalone, but readers of the Cloverleah Pack series will recognize some of the secondary characters).

Madison Worthington has worked hard to get to where he is. Thrown out of his pack at a young age, he finds his home in the San Antonio pack, eventually talking himself into a job as Damien's PA. He doesn't get the respect he'd hoped for, but he holds his head high as he works behind the scenes keeping Damien's club and pack running smoothly. At night he dreams of a mate who will hold him in strong arms and love him just the way he is. Unfortunately, the Fates appear to have other plans. 

 Sebastian D'Eath, son of Thanatos the Angel of Death, has always known that the Fates would throw a mate in his path. He just didn't realize he had to dive into flood waters to stop the man from drowning. But no matter how cute his mate might look as a drowned rat, Sebastian has his arguments ready. He doesn't want a mate; won't take a mate and no one can make him. However, he soon finds out the Fates have other plans for him, too.  

Angry words lead to Madison being captured by a wolf with a sick mind. Salvation comes from an unlikely quarter, but Madison returns to the pack with a change of heart. He has some scores to settle and Sebastian is first in the firing line. Hellhounds, dinners and a red convertible - will Sebastian ever get the man he claimed he didn't want? 

This story is roughly 50,000 words, but the book includes a bonus short story about Thanatos and Cody.  

Warning: Contains two sexy men, intimate situations and coarse language. Also watch out for a sexy twink with an attitude that won't stop, a demigod who seriously needs to grow up and hellhounds that appear without warning.

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Wednesday, February 8, 2017

NEW RELEASE - Hitman by Kelex

Wrong place, right time.

Carter O’Conner exemplifies the term wrong place, wrong time when he gets between a hitman and that hitman’s prey. Sure he’s the next to die, he steels himself, refusing to give the killer the satisfaction of seeing his fear, even though he’s shaking like a leaf on the inside.

Antony Rosetta can’t ignore the man’s interesting reaction. Accustomed to begging and pleading, he respects the male escort’s strength… and struggles to forget the man after he walks away. As the weeks pass, his fantasies propel him to search for Carter and see what makes the man tick.

Carter doesn’t want to head out on another assignment but, after weeks of denial, he’s nowhere closer to paying his tuition bill. Accepting the address from his handler, he winds up before the hitman, afraid he’ll face death after all.

Instead, he confronts a passion too much for him to handle. Can these two broken men become whole in each other’s arms?

Warnings: MM, Gay, Anal Sex, Bondage, Paddling, Spanking, BDSM, Forced Seduction, Exhibitionism, and Extreme Scenes of Violence and Murder

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Excerpt

The crack of palm on flesh reverberated through the air. Pain lanced through his face. The coppery tang of blood filled his mouth. Carter lifted a hand to his lip, knowing it was split.

“I paid for your time,” Enzo spat.

“You haven’t paid me shit,” Carter yelled back without thinking.

Another strike caught him on his left cheek, the pain blossoming strong. Old and small he was, but Enzo’s hands packed a wallop. The man was used to violence. Carter had felt danger coming off the guy in waves. Carter felt dazed from the second blow, his mind numb. He climbed to his feet, ready to get the hell out of the room, but Enzo was right behind him, quicker than Carter could’ve imagined.

Another hit came to his face. It felt as if he’d met a brick wall. Hard.

Carter saw stars. Enzo lifted his hand to strike him again…

And then a hole burst from the side of his temple, blood splattering from his head and coating Carter’s face. Enzo lingered there a moment, as if time had stopped. The hate and anger in his eyes melted into a numb, glassy stare. He fell to the floor, a lump of flesh, with tangled arms and legs jutting out at odd angles.

Carter backed away, staring at the mass that had, seconds before, been beating him.

The slider skidded open and a dark form emerged through the billowing curtains. A man stood in the opening, a handgun hanging from one hand.

The sounds of the city exploded, the open door letting it all rush in to him, the cold air cold. Not that he truly felt it.

Carter backed away more, until his ass met wall. He stood there trembling, knowing he’d traded one killer for another. The man walked over to what was left of Enzo, checked for a pulse, and then rose back to his feet. He lifted the gun and put three more shots into the body, each one making Carter jump with fear.

And then the killer turned back to Carter, his expression unreadable. A cold sliver of fear crossed him, but it soon faded. He wasn’t sure why… there was everything to fear.

The guy towered well over Carter, he could tell even from across the room. His body was thick, but in a way that suggested hard muscle hid under his clothes.

He was dark and dangerous.

His skin was deeply tanned, his hair and stubble black as the night he’d emerged from. His clothes were black as well, covering him from shoulder to feet. Even his hands were covered in dark gloves.

His eyes, they weren’t dark. They were the color of caramel and, when the light hit them, they shone with a brilliance that made Carter’s stomach twist in something besides fear. But the fear was too great for him to fully register the sensation in that moment. Later, when he was recollecting on this moment and trying to burn the man’s face into his brain, he’d think about those eyes and how beautiful they were. He saw a cold detachment there. Yet, when the killer stared at him, emotion swirled in the depths. Carter felt a kinship to this man somehow. He recognized the emotion. He saw it when he looked in the mirror.

Loneliness.

How much he craved to look into those eyes as the man slid deep into his body over and over again, forcing his own solitude away.

But he wouldn’t recall pondering all that until later. All he thought about in the here and now was the fact he was about to die. His heart thundered in his ears and he felt his knees wobbling under him, but he did everything in his power to hide his body’s responses.

The killer drew something from his pocket. A switchblade opened as his long legs ate up the floor. Carter sucked in a breath and watched the light shine along the knife, knowing it was about to plunge into his chest.

Or his neck, slicing open his throat. He’d feel the warm curtain of blood coating him any second. And then it would all be over. A pointless existence. Another tragic case where no one would miss the poor, dead whore.

The killer stopped when his body was millimeters from touching Carter. He lifted the knife and Carter steeled himself… only to watch as the man shoved the blade into the wall. He dug the blade in a few times… before extracting the bullet that had taken Enzo’s life.

He showed it to Carter, looking somewhat proud. Whether that was meant to scare him, Carter didn’t know. When the knife flicked closed, he startled. The killer shoved the bullet, and then the knife, into his pocket.

Carter looked down to the gun still held in the man’s other hand and saw his own cock—red, angry, and rock hard—lightly pressing against the man’s thigh. His strong thigh. The desire to rock his hips and enjoy the friction of the tight black denim encasing those thighs hit him out of nowhere. He hadn’t been able to get it up for his john, but there he was stone hard and ready for a killer. What the fuck is wrong with me?

He lifted his gaze and met those golden eyes. Up close, the man was handsome. Past handsome, he was heartbreakingly gorgeous, his features refined. A scar running along his strong jaw only accentuated his good looks instead of taking anything away.

It amplified the danger.

The killer said nothing. He didn’t move. He just lingered there, close enough that Carter could feel the heat coming off the guy in waves. He smelled good. Real good. Like leather and spice, and it filled his nose, making him want to lean in closer and fill his lungs. He knew he’d remember the particular scent for the rest of his life.

Which was insane.

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