A battered boy named Roan, my favorite scene from The Godfather and a true BROmance.

I’m still here! I’ve been busy but I’ve missed you. I decided I’d be generous with the excerpts since it’s been a while and I’m so stoked to tell you all about Roan. He was the happiest accident and totally caught me by surprise and took my breath away when I heard his story.

It started with the concept for Snatched. I was in the mood to write something angsty and pair two people who had no business falling in love. Jake, from Throttled, was tapping on my shoulder and I asked myself who would be the last person a medical examiner would want to hook up with. A mob boss! Right? We got rid of one nasty bad guy in Throttled and it made sense that another would step forward to fill the vacuum. But, what if our bad guy didn’t even want to be there in the first place and who’s the last person the leader of an Irish crime family would want to get involved with? A cop! BOOM. And then we were off. I needed to get our guys in a little trouble and I thought it would be fun if there was a rotten little brother to stir the pot… BANG! Roan. As soon as I wrote Roan’s first appearance I had to keep a tight hold on him because he did his damndest to steal the book from Dilan and Jake:

“There you are. How’s it going?” Connor asked when Dilan found him in the kitchen.

“Fine,” Dilan said as he went to the fridge and chuckled to hide a pained grunt as he reached for a beer. “At least it was, until Roan fucked up my day. Have you seen him?” He asked as he leaned against the counter and twisted off the top and Connor gave him a pointed look.

“He got in about ten minutes ago. I told him to wait for you in your office. He responsible for this?” Connor asked as he waved a set of tongs at Dilan and he shrugged.

“Nothing I can’t handle,” he replied.

“What’s this about you needing help bringing a body here?” Connor said as he went back to prodding the roast he was browning. He was part house mother, part advisor and part bodyguard. Before last night, Dilan trusted him with his life and his family but Connor was one of the three men pushing him out of O’Malley’s bar after the fight. Everything was upside down and under water and Dilan was drowning. He didn’t know who to reach for, so he held onto the medical examiner.

“Just a prick who gave me too much trouble but I need to see if he saw something before I decide what I’m doing with him,” he said vaguely then saluted Connor with his beer as he headed out. He waved at the men in the dining room and the living room then headed upstairs, to his office. Roan was sitting on Dilan’s desk and his feet were kicking idly as he and Mick watched the unconscious coroner. Dilan slid an indifferent glance at the couch. The coroner was sprawled on his stomach and looked almost angelic. If an angel could have a really nice beard and a tight ass. “Mick, do me a favor and make sure the boys are ready for that run later. I need to have a word with Roan,” he said and Mick winced at Roan as he left. Dilan gave Mick a disgruntled, irritated look before he jerked his head at the door, telling him to get out. Mick was also behind Dilan when they were leaving the bar.

“I heard you were looking for me. What did I do this time?” Roan asked as Mick shut the door behind him. Dilan gave it a moment before he hurried across the room and grabbed Roan by the front of his shirt then threw him into the small storage room behind his desk. Roan’s back hit the shelves as Dilan pulled the door shut. “What about that guy?” Roan hissed as he pointed at the door.

“Where the fuck is he going to go? There’s almost three dozen men downstairs and they’re all carrying,” Dilan hissed back then grabbed Roan’s shirt again and pulled him close. “I just took care of Bannon. Are you out of your fucking mind?” He demanded and Roan’s head pulled back.

“Bannon? What are you talking about?” He asked and Dilan’s eyes tightened as he searched his face. He was legitimately confused.

“Where have you been? I’ve been trying to find you since you stood me up for dinner, yesterday,” Dilan said and Roan’s mouth stretched on a silent, horrified gasp.

“I knew I was forgetting something! I’m sorry, D!” He said then gestured for Dilan to move on. “What do you mean you took care of Bannon?” He asked and Dilan shook his head. His little brother liked to pretend he was dumb and charming and gloss over things that might get him in trouble. He usually got away with it, as long as he wasn’t trying it with Dilan.

“Save it for mom, Roan. I got a text saying you were meeting Bannon. It said you were walking into a trap so I got my ass down there,” he explained and Roan’s head cocked forward.

“It sounds like you walked into a trap,” he said and Dilan gave him an extremely loaded look.

“I didn’t have a choice. You turned off your phone and I had no way of knowing if you were even alive,” he growled and Roan bit down on his lips as he nodded slowly and made a thoughtful sound. 

“I see how that was really stupid of me and I’m really sorry,” he said then gave Dilan an apologetically sheepish smile.

“Well, then…” Dilan said flatly then scrubbed his hand over his lips as he glared at him. “The problem was… Bannon walked into the trap too and someone put a bullet in the back of his head,” he stated and Roan’s eyes widened and he mouthed a silent “Wow!”. Dilan nodded in agreement. “I don’t know how many people were told about your meeting with Bannon but I found your message on his phone and your number’s the last one on his call log,” he continued then cocked his thumb at the couch on the other side of the door. “Which is why I’m now in possession of one of the city’s medical examiners. I had to get rid of fucking Bannon before everyone found out it was you,” he added and Roan shook his head.

“But it wasn’t me! Why the fuck would I call Bannon or message him? Everything’s just about ready to go. And I was…definitely somewhere else,” he insisted suggestively and Dilan squeezed his eyes shut.

“Where were you?” He repeated firmly and Roan looked defiant as he shook his head.

“I think I’d rather go down for murdering Bannon. Half the city will think I’m a hero,” he said and Dilan swore as he pushed Roan against the shelves and several folders fell and slid off, spilling old faxes and invoices.

“This isn’t a joke!” Dilan whispered as his eyes pleaded with Roan. “I need you to take this seriously,” he said then released him and stepped back. He quickly pulled up the back of his hoodie and the layers of t-shirts he was suffocating beneath as he turned and Roan stifled a curse as he grabbed Dilan. 

“Who did this?” He asked and Dilan jumped and hissed as Roan poked gingerly at the angry wound throbbing in the middle left side of his back. Dilan heard him groan as he looked away.

“I don’t know. We were at O’Malley’s last night and I got into it with Gleeson. They pulled me off of him and they were rushing me out of the bar when someone stabbed me in the back. It was Connor, Mick or Johnson. I tripped and he couldn’t get a hold of me and get the blade in deep enough. It was dark and the fight followed us out and we were all fighting again. I didn’t have time to think about it until we were in the car and realized nobody else knew, so I kept my mouth shut,” he stated and Roan threw his hands up.

“You should have stopped and figured it out! We’ve got a fucking traitor in the house!” He said as he pointed and Dilan’s hand clamped over his mouth as he shushed hard.

“We’ve known there were traitors but we’ve got a bigger problem if it’s one of those three,” he screamed under his breath. “I’ve worked my ass off to keep them on our side because we can’t make it without them,” he reminded Roan and he was finally taking it seriously.

“I was with Abbie Burke. Her dad was out of town and her mom was drunk so we spent the night in the pool house,” he said and Dilan pushed the heels of his palms into his eyes before his hands dragged down his face. The mayor’s daughter.

“Whyyyyyy?” He groaned and Roan held up his hands.

“She thinks the whole Romeo and Juliet thing is hot and it’s a lot more fun when you know you shouldn’t be doing it. You know?” He said and raised his brows at Dilan.

“No. I don’t fuck with naive girls or follow my dick everywhere it tells me,” he said and Roan snorted.

“First of all, she’s twenty-four, engaged to an investment banker and thinks my name is Rooney. She likes me because I’m gorgeous, hung and I’d disappoint her parents. I like her because she always has good drugs and loves anal. We’re not exclusive,” he explained and Dilan hated his life as he rubbed at the stabbing pain behind his forehead. It was almost as bad as his back.

“Could I interest you in a book about a man named Jesus?” He muttered softly then reached for Roan’s cheek and cupped it tenderly. “Do me a favor and stop adding names to the list of people who want to kill you. I’ve already got my hands full with trying to find out who wants to frame us for Bannon and who’s literally stabbing me in the back. We’re nearly there,” he said then gave his cheek a hard slap. Roan hissed as he jerked his head away.

“I got it, D. But you need to see a doctor, that looks pretty serious,” he warned and Dilan smiled tightly.

“That’s why I hung on to him,” he said as he gestured at the door and Roan’s face twisted.

“He’s a doctor of dead people,” he complained and Dilan shrugged.

“He can see me now or he can see me later,” he said.

“Don’t say shit like that,” Roan scolded before he pushed out a hard breath. “What are we going to do?” He asked and Dilan pulled out his phone.

“Go get supplies. If anyone asks, I’m questioning someone but we don’t want it getting out because we’ll have the police in our business. Word’s going to get around soon that a cop was taken but I’m hoping I can get this fixed before people start asking us about Bannon,” he said and Roan was nodding along but a frown tugged at his lips.

“You’re not getting a flat tire fixed. You were stabbed and it looks pretty deep. That’s going to take a lot more than stitches and a while to heal,” he predicted and Dilan shook his head.

“I don’t have a while. I just want to get everything stitched up so I can keep moving but I’m pretty sure it’s infected. Find someplace I can hide for two days and help me trick everyone into thinking I’m still on my feet and running things,” he explained and Roan’s eyes became focused as he planned.

“I know of a vacant house out in West Elmwood. I’ll get it set up in a few hours and I’ll keep your phone so I can take calls. I can run interference and bounce people off each other,” he said and Dilan pulled him close and kissed his forehead hard.

“I need you to be my eyes and ears here too. Whoever did this is freaking out. Be careful and don’t talk to anyone,” he whispered and Roan nodded. He was a younger, prettier, smoother version of Dilan and a total shit. But he was Dilan’s heart and he’d kill the Pope to save his brother. He was the only person Dilan could trust at the moment, and after a lifetime of being an obnoxious little brother and a prankster, Roan could mimic his voice flawlessly. “Hurry up and let me know when you’re ready. I need to convince this doctor to help me,” he said and Roan cleared his throat.

“It might be better if I talked to him,” he suggested gently and Dilan’s head tilted.

“Maybe but I’d like to negotiate with him myself, so I know I can trust him before I allow him to sedate me and put a scalpel in my back,” he stated and Roan pointed.

“That’s a good plan. You apologize to the cop and see how much he costs while I get everything ready. Give me about three hours,” he said.

“Perfect,” Dilan sighed as his head hung and he pinched the bridge of his nose. He had complete confidence in Roan’s ability to pull off something illicit at a secret location and cover their tracks. But Dilan had a feeling there was no amount of money in the world that would convince that medical examiner to help him if he didn’t think it was the right thing to do.

 

It didn’t take long for me to realize Snatched was about Dilan and Roan’s bond, their struggle to free themselves and help each other find true love. A true BROmance, if you will. I’d be a complete and utter fraud if I tried to pretend The Godfather isn’t where I learned half of what I know and the whole reason I’m fascinated with the mafia. The first two movies are masterpieces and I’ve cherished them. When I started writing my mafia family I wanted a moment that felt like the family meal scene at the end of the second movie. Here’s why I love it and why it sticks: It’s real. It’s a candid but rosy moment that feels like the exact sort of moment we cling to when we miss who we were and the people we’ve lost. We see a real family beneath the politics and tension and those four minutes and fifteen or so seconds are full of the laughing, scolding and love that gives us a glimpse at the history behind those characters and a little foreshadowing. It’s one of the lighter, happier moments but also one of the saddest. We know Sal will let us down and we’ll lose Sonny and Connie ends up with a piece of shit. We know how much Michael will fail to turn the family around and break free. We know how much Fredo will break his brother’s heart but we love this moment because we get a peek at them all in better times.

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I wanted my own family meal scene when I wrote my mafia romance and I wanted it to be both a wink to my favorite Godfather scene and an opportunity to reboot those classic themes in my own unique way. Here’s what we ended up with:

Everyone rolled their eyes whenever Roan mentioned his work on “the spreadsheet” but it gave Dilan no amount of joy to watch the accounts explode. They could get on a plane as the embattled and struggling O’Shea brothers and land as millionaires with new identities in about a dozen different countries but Dilan’s pride had nothing to do with the money. The whole family and just about the entire world wrote Roan off as nothing more than an adorably empty but dashing conman. They thought he was cocky and shallow and bound to get his dick caught in a trap but he’d outsmarted them all and robbed them blind. And not just the entire Charles Hill Gang. He’d created a Ponzi scheme and roped in some of the wealthiest Irish crime families with a meticulously crafted investment banker/money launderer. Many of them shook Cillian McGregor’s hand at parties and didn’t realize it was Roan in disguise as they asked him to dump their money into offshore accounts. Roan fooled them all and laughed charmingly in their faces as he did it. They wouldn’t catch on for months and they’d never know it was him. 

“It’s going to be brilliant,” Dilan said and Roan’s smile was incandescent.

“I won’t forget to mention your name when I’m thanking the Academy,” he replied and Johnson sighed as he passed Roan in the hall and gave his shoulder a shove.

“Sure you will. Connor said to get downstairs. Dinner’s ready and everyone’s here,” he said and Roan pulled a face as he shoved him back.

“I’ll still let you be in my entourage but you’re doing all the dumb shit,” Roan threatened Johnson as they headed down the hall and Dilan laughed as he pushed his chair back. He didn’t stop laughing as he followed them downstairs and the insults and horseplay escalated.

“Yeah, I’ll make you fresh squeezed orange juice but I’m gonna give it an extra squeeze or two,” Johnson said as he grabbed his balls and Roan guffawed as he dropped into his seat at the far end of the table, across from Dilan’s.

“Get it to work, first. You limp asshole!” He cackled as he hugged his stomach and hands slapped the table and chairs scraped loudly as everyone lost it.

“Go fuck off!” Johnson yelled as he sat and Roan nodded as he checked his watch.

“I’ve got a date, if you shitbags can get on with it,” he drawled and Connor rolled his eyes at Dilan as they sat.

“Letting the widow ride your dick after the prayer vigil is not a date,” he muttered and Dilan groaned as he scrubbed his hand over his eyes and it echoed around the room.

“That’s so messy, kid,” Mick said and Roan hummed in agreement.

“It is but what kind of man would I be if I abandoned her in her hour of need and what the fuck was Eddie thinking, marrying a girl like that? God bless him,” he said as he raised his beer and a very frank and uncomfortable discussion of the widow’s best features followed.

“Speaking of Eddie,” Dilan said loudly as the lamb stew was passed around. “We all leave for the church together and the rest of you need to behave, Roan’s making enough trouble for all of us,” he grumbled and Roan jumped as someone kicked him under the table. It would have been Mick or Joe.

“So jealous…” Roan said then clicked his teeth as he stirred and Dilan cleared his throat.

“We all show up for Mass and behave then I need the rest of you to hustle back and get ready for this weekend. We’ve got two shipments coming in and I don’t want any surprises this time so we hired extra security for the docks,” he lied. They weren’t taking extra measures because they didn’t care if there was a bust. His men moved quick and wouldn’t expect to see a few extra sets of eyes and guns hidden around the pickup sites.

“I suppose you’ll be busy spending time with Mrs. O’Shea,” Connor said and Johnson bit into the side of his cheek to keep from laughing.

“Connor won’t be needing any salt for his stew,” he said as he slid the shaker down the table and Dilan winked and shook his head at Connor. He was the only one who still worried about what Caitlyn did. Dilan promised he didn’t care and they’d come to an understanding years ago but Connor refused to accept that on his behalf. He insisted Dilan deserved to marry for love and be happy. 

“I’ll spend time with her on the way to Mass and we’ll probably have dinner while she’s here,” he said then scooped a large bite of stew into his mouth. He grunted in approval as he chewed and pointed at the bowl with his spoon. Conner’s stew was always perfect and nobody could admit it was better than their mother’s. “You can always taste the love,” Dilan said and Roan groaned in agreement as he chewed then swallowed. 

“Very true, unlike your marriage,” he said as he pointed at Dilan with his spoon then held up his hand so Connor could slap it.

“You know, my sister would give you enough kids to have your own football team and she’d never sleep around,” Connor said and Roan gasped.

“Dear Lord, no one wants to marry your sister,” he said as he shivered. “Let alone fuck her,” he added quietly then ducked as Connor winged his roll at him.

“She’s tried really hard to fix herself up, you stuck-up cunt!” He yelled and Dilan grabbed the arm of his chair as he wheezed and cried. He was going to Hell because everyone knew Connor’s sister, Erin, had been in love with Dilan since she was a little girl. He’d done his best to make everyone be kind about it and did what he could to be gentle with her, but not for any amount of grace or glory. Connor was so ugly, he was strangely handsome but his twin sister was just brutally ugly. And she was aggressively sweet and stupid, bless her.

“She’ll make some man a very lucky husband but I’m never making that mistake twice, if I’m ever brave enough to break my mother’s heart,” Dilan said and Connor shrugged.

“I don’t know, I think Eileen would get over it. She might be cool about it, if you asked her. She can’t stand Caitlyn,” he said and Dilan waited until their eyes touched to shake his head slightly. He didn’t mind a little teasing and some mild nagging but he wasn’t discussing the intimate details of his marriage with eight of his closest friends and advisors. It didn’t hurt to plant the seeds and let people know divorce was on his mind but Dilan wasn’t going to disrespect Caitlyn.

“Thank you, Dr. Phil,” he said then reached for the pepper. “Why didn’t anyone mention the Escalade that got totaled last week? What are you, teenagers?” Dilan asked as he looked around the table and the room exploded in accusations and denials. He exchanged a knowing glance with Roan and they were both content to let the chaos swell around them and enjoy a blessedly typical family dinner.

 

As I’ve said, it was hard to keep a leash on Roan and he was so ready to jump out of my head and get his hands on Sherman, I couldn’t wait to write Flipped. He was so ready to go and so loud, it took me a while to figure Sherman out because I couldn’t take my eyes off Roan. But once I figured out how Roan could help Sherman find his new beginning, Flipped became a whole new book and we moved away from a heartwarming bromance to a steamy romance about finding yourself and starting over. Don’t worry, Roan has a lot of fun as Flynn and gives Dilan and Sherman plenty of grief before we get to happily ever after:

“Flynn’s my last dead-end so I figured I’d just hang out for a while to make sure he’s not in any danger and see if anyone contacts him about McGregor,” Sherman stated and Dilan raised a brow as he caught on to Roan’s game.

“Ah. Flynn’s not the subject of your investigation,” he said and Sherman snorted then shook his head.

“I can’t find too many laws he’s broken that I need to worry about yet but I’m keeping my eye on him,” he said and Roan smiled as he hooked his arm around Sherman’s neck. He looked as irritated and uncomfortable as always but his hand splayed against Roan’s back before it drifted lower and cupped his ass.

“I might have to up my game and commit bigger crimes so I can keep him,” Roan said and Jake shook his head.

Don’t,” he begged then offered Sherman a sunny grin. He was settling into the routine and Roan gave him an encouraging wink. “I need a beer and a shower but it was great to meet you,” Jake said as he pointed at Sherman and backed away.

“I’ll see you around. I’d love to pick your brain about this investigation after you’ve had time to catch your breath,” Sherman said and Dilan chuckled but there was a hint of panic.

“That sounds like fun. How long are you planning to stay in Sanctuary Mills?” He asked and Sherman shrugged.

“I haven’t decided. I’m kind of killing time until I retire now. Once I close the case on McGregor, I’m just out-processing and using up my leave,” he said and Dilan’s eyes tightened.

“You’re retiring? You don’t look old enough to retire,” he attempted and Sherman’s brows pulled together. Roan gave Dilan a very hard and threatening look.

“He doesn’t look like he’s forty-nine but that’s what karma and good manners gets you,” Roan countered severely and Dilan held up his hands.

“I just said he looked young to be retiring but forty-nine’s not that young,” he replied and Sherman looked confused as he tried to follow along.

“I don’t think I’m offended but I’m going to go and run our dinner inside. I don’t want the car to smell like Chinese food,” he said then gave Dilan a nod. “It was great to meet you. Everyone in town’s obsessed with you and Jake right now and Flynn’s told me a lot,” he said and Dilan raised a shoulder but he grinned and a red rash crept up his neck as he blushed.

“We’re newlyweds and it’s a small place. Everyone’s been great, though,” he said then gave Sherman’s hand a slap. “It was great to meet you too. I’ll see you around,” he added and Sherman offered him a salute before he turned and ran to get the food from the car. “Seriously?” Dilan hissed as soon as Sherman was out of earshot. Roan watched Sherman duck into the passenger side and enjoyed how tight his ass looked and the way his jeans hugged his thick thighs.

“Yeah… I think so,” he murmured as his head tilted appreciatively.

“He’s a cop!” Dilan scolded under his breath as Sherman carried a box of takeout containers up the driveway. Roan’s eyes swept upwards as he turned on his heel.

“So. Is. Jake,” he said as he pointed at Dilan and he threw up his hands.

“And look at how complicated that was! We had to train him and make sure we weren’t going to get him arrested or killed. Do you really want to go through all of that again? Everything was just getting so easy and quiet,” he said and Roan’s lips twisted before he nodded.

“I’ve got a really good feeling about Sherman. And let’s be honest, do you think a civilian is going to have a chance at coping with this?” He asked as he gestured at himself. “I think a firm grasp of the law and hand-to-hand combat training is going to come in handy,” he mused and Dilan’s shoulders sagged as he scrubbed his brow.

“I guess it wouldn’t be fair if you were to trap a decent woman or a normal guy.” He grabbed Roan’s shoulder and he squeezed it as if he wanted to shake him until his teeth fell out.

“What the hell would I do with decent or normal?” Roan asked petulantly then pushed Dilan off him. 

“He’s been around long enough to know all about the Charles Hill Gang, he’ll make us if he’s a half decent agent,” Dilan warned.

“We just limit how much time he spends with us until I’m sure I’ve got it under control,” Roan said and Dilan squinted.

“By it, you mean the investigator who’s hoping you’ll help him put you in prison and would also be more than happy to put us in prison, if he had the chance,” he clarified and Roan blinked back at him.

“Whatever. I’ve got this. I’m going to go enjoy my Kung Pao chicken while I decide if I’m in the mood to ride Sherman like a Hippity Hop or top him tonight,” he said and Dilan pulled in his lips and blinked back at Roan in shock/horror. Shorror? Roan wondered then shrugged and flicked Dilan’s nose. “Don’t come knocking unless you want to feel really uncomfortable,” he warned before he jumped back, out of Dilan’s reach as he tried to slap him in the stomach. “Later!” He said then turned and ran across the street and up the lawn.

“Try to stay out of trouble,” Dilan called after him.

“Not if I can help it,” Roan said as he pulled open the door and Sherman was arranging their food on one of the sectional’s ottomans and Aretha was playing. “Perfect!” Roan gasped then prowled toward Sherman.

 

Roan’s so rotten and beautiful and full of optimistic generosity. I can’t wait for you to read Flipped and fall madly in love with him. He’ll be available on Amazon and Kindle Unlimited on April 30th but you can meet Roan, Dilan and Jake in Snatched and get caught up while you wait!

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A battered boy named Roan, my favorite scene from The Godfather and a true BROmance.

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Hello, my Pervy Loves!

It’s been a while since we’ve talked. I’ve dropped books here and there but it’s been an age since I’ve checked in, hasn’t it? If you’ve read the posts about Throttled and Snatched, you already know I’m super excited about my new book babies. But I’ve had a lot going on behind the scenes too! Mr. Sterling and I produced an audiobook for Hide And Keep and he did a fabulous job narrating it. I’ll have links for that as soon as it’s released on Amazon and Audible.

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We had such a great time making the audiobook and Mr. Sterling’s looking forward to narrating the rest of the Lake Cliff series, if Hide And Keep is well received. Cross everything and keep an eye out for details! Mr. Sterling also made a brilliant website for me so I look like a legit author now. Please, please, please check it out at ksterlingbooks.com and subscribe because he also made a fancy new newsletter for us! Sign up so I can give you monthly updates on new releases and maybe the occasional recipe or playlist.

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You can find a link to a NEW PERVY PODCAST on the website too! Scott and I just recorded a new episode and we discussed all the wild things we’ve been up to.

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While I was preparing for episode 17 I had to do a little hunting for an author to feature and I was blessed to cross paths with Kat Cassidy. She’s brilliant and wrote my new favorite MM noir romance mystery, Backstreets. It’s the second book in the Hot Wire series and should definitely be read in order (I did not read it in order and I have bigly regrets). Please check Backstreets out and follow Kat on Facebook and Twitter!

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I’m getting to work on the sequel to Snatched and can’t wait to reveal the cover and excerpts for that later. Snatched will be available on March 26th but is AVAILABLE FOR PRE-ORDER NOW!!!! Please pre-order it now! You’ll give me a huge boost on release day and more readers will see Snatched.

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If you haven’t read Throttled, you better! Go get that and read it before Snatched! They’re stand alones but you’ll enjoy Snatched just a little bit more if you read Throttled first. And it’s such a special love story.

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I’ve been quiet but I’ve been busy, loves. We’ve got an audiobook happening soon and we’re making another podcast but I’ve also done a little writing. We’re editing Snatched and it will go out to ARC readers later in the week so we can have it ready for release on March 26th. Keep an eye out for pre-order details and I’ll add links when it’s live on Amazon. If you read Throttled, you met Jake Tyler and probably wanted to spend a little more time with him. You’re in luck! Snatched picks up right where Throttled left off and Jake finds himself in danger and with a very different kind of mystery to solve. Here’s a semi-edited peek at the first chapter of Snatched:

“Help me lift him into the bag and then you can go ahead and get the stretcher,” Jake said and Brian nodded as he got the victim’s legs and they carefully lifted the body into the bag. Brian waited for Jake to give him a nod then hopped to his feet and ran outside to the van. Jake quickly zipped the bag then stood and checked the area beneath the body but there was nothing but the puddle that formed around the victim’s head. He chewed on his lip as he scanned the warehouse for anything he might have missed then peeled off his gloves.

“I think we’re just about it. There’s two units in front but they’re just waiting for us to let them know we’re done so they can go,” Brian said as he pushed the stretcher through the open bay door and Jake hummed absently as he slowly turned. The whole scene felt weird and the hair was standing on the back of his neck. The mood had been generally tense and weird in the aftermath of a major corruption scandal in the police department and the takedown of a powerful gang leader named Wavy T but this felt unusually weird and ominous. Jake missed the old days, when just the basic tragedy and gruesomeness of the crime scene made him uneasy. There were undercurrents and shadows everywhere and a body was rarely “just a body” these days. With Wavy T gone, along with most of his chain of command, a vacuum was created. Rival gangs and the Irish and Italian mafias were all circling and jostling for control of the vacated territory. The police department was doing everything in its power to protect the neighborhood and businesses and so far, it was working. But bodies were piling up as dealers, pimps and gangsters went to war in alleys and backstreets. Jake could tell from the combination of shamrocks and Aryan themed tattoos that the victim was from one of the Irish families and a hard timer. Jake winced as he considered the possible implications. Things were especially tense with the Irish at the moment.

“I need to get him identified and talk to Wal as soon I can. He’ll want to get on top of this,” Jake said and Brian nodded in agreement as he looked behind him and guided them toward the van.

“Poor Wal,” he sighed. “He’s barely had a day off since he got back,” Brian said and Jake shook his head.

“Kind of hard to go house hunting if you can’t get out of the office,” he muttered then waited as Brian got the van doors. “We’ll do what we can to make his life easier,” Jake said as they eased the stretcher in and Brian snorted.

“Wal just needs to pick a day, turn off his phone and call time-out,” he stated and Jake nodded.

“Yup. There’s never going to be a good time,” he said as Brian tossed the keys at him. He caught them then turned.

“As a matter of fact…” A low, hard, raspy voice growled as a gun was pointed at Jake’s nose. Jake put his hands up but his nose wrinkled as he tamped down the urge to push the gun out of his face or knee the asshole in the balls.

“Is there something I can do for you?” Jake asked as he glared through the other man’s sunglasses. He had a hard, angular face and his square jaw was dusted with stubble beneath a heavy grey hoodie. A menacing grin spread across the other man’s lips and Jake’s eyes dropped to the fist around the gun. It was covered in tattoos and it remained steady as he chuckled softly.

“Since you asked…” He said as he stepped around Jake and his hand swung toward Brian.

“Whoa! Let’s keep it over here,” Jake urged but the man ignored him and grabbed Brian’s sleeve as he pushed the muzzle against his temple.

“I’m the one giving orders,” he said and Brian’s eyes were wild with fear and panic as they pleaded with Jake.

“What do you want?” Jake asked as he wondered where the other units were. It would be the perfect time for someone to check on them, he noted.

“I want you to get into the driver’s seat and wait for me,” the man said. Jake started to shake his head but the other man tapped a finger against his lips. “Do what I tell you to and he’ll be fine. And you’ll be just fine, if you listen and do what I say,” he promised and Brian nodded slightly in agreement.

“I’ll do whatever you want, just let him go,” Jake said and there was another smirk.

“We haven’t known each other for very long but somehow, I have a feeling you won’t,” the man predicted and Jake shrugged.

“You can take that out on me, then. He’s a kid and he’s just doing his job,” he said.

“I don’t want to hurt either of you and I’m in a bit of a hurry. You’re going to get in the fucking van and wait. If you take off without me, I execute him. If he even thinks about moving and alerting anyone, I execute you. The two of you cooperate, we all go our separate ways and live happily ever after,” the man said and Jake didn’t have a reason to believe him but he did.

“Let’s see how far we get,” Jake offered and the other man’s head tilted slightly.

“Maybe I should take the kid. I have a feeling he’ll be less trouble,” he mused and Jake’s lips pulled tight.

“You could but you’d have to kill me first. You’re not getting away from here with my assistant,” he vowed and there was a twitch in the other man’s jaw.

“Leave your phone on the ground and get in the fucking van,” he said and Jake gave Brian a reassuring look before he pulled out his phone then carefully dropped it. He backed around the side then jogged to the driver’s door. There was a slight tremor in his hands but he was focused on getting them away from Brian as fast as possible. Brian had a young, pregnant wife at home and Jake didn’t want to live or die with that on his conscience. “Get down on your stomach and put your hands behind your head. Just don’t think about moving and everything will be fine,” the man told Brian and Jake’s hands were slick around the steering wheel as he watched them in the mirror. The other man skipped sideways then threw the passenger door open and jumped into the van. Jake noticed a slight jerk and a wince as the man hit the seat before he offered Jake a tight nod. “Let’s go,” he said as he pulled the door shut and Jake gave him a hard look as he put the van in drive.

“Where are we going?” He asked and he was shushed again.

“You’re going to keep heading west and I’ll tell you when to turn,” the man said as he rested his elbow on the center console casually and kept the gun pointed at Jake’s head. “Don’t take any sudden turns or hit any large potholes,” he warned and Jake pulled a face.

“There’s Uber, if you just needed a ride,” he stated dryly and there was a soft snort.

“You’re a funny guy and I appreciate that. I’d like it if I didn’t have to kill you this afternoon. Take the next left,” he ordered Jake then quietly and calmly directed him to an alley behind an abandoned mortuary, just a few miles from the warehouse.

“You are in a hurry,” Jake noted as he parked the van and the man’s thin, hard lips pulled into a tight smile.

“I’d like to see my friend put to rest,” he stated and Jake’s brow rose.

“Yeah? What’s his name? I’ll say a few prayers,” he said.

“Who gives a shit? Give me the keys,” the man said as he held out his other hand. He waited as Jake shut off the engine then dropped them on his palm. “Don’t move until I tell you to or I’ll shoot you,” he said simply before he carefully got out. Jake’s hands stayed on the steering wheel as the man hurried around the front of the van. He kept the gun on Jake as he went around and opened the door. “Out,” he barked and Jake sighed hard as he stepped out. “I’m going to need a hand,” he said and grabbed the shoulder of Jake’s pullover and pushed him toward the back of the van. “Get the door and get him out,” he said. Jake cautiously looked for anything he could use as a weapon or something to distract him long enough to try for the gun but there was nothing but an empty alley.

“You know, destroying a body is pretty solid proof of guilt,” he pointed out and the other man shrugged.

“Tell them I did it. Let’s get moving,” he said as he waved the gun at the back doors and Jake’s nostrils flared as he gave the handles a hard pull and jerked them open. He didn’t give a spit about the dead white supremacist in the back of the van but he wasn’t about to lose a body and that much evidence. And Jake’s gut told him this man was trying to avoid something a lot bigger than a murder charge. Jake pulled the stretcher out with a little assistance then obediently guided it through the mortuary’s service entrance as the other man held the door for him. The incinerator room was the first on the left and Jake felt his first real rush of panic as the man pulled the stretcher around the corner and backed through the doors. Jake could smell that the oven was running and already felt the heat. The man kept the gun and one eye on Jake as he steered them toward the incinerator’s belt. “Here we go,” he commanded Jake as he grabbed one corner of the foot of the bag. He waved the gun at the other corner and Jake threw him a disgusted glare but he joined him. They each gave it a hard tug and pulled until the bodybag could roll on it’s own. “If you’d like to offer any last words on the deceased’s behalf,” the man said as he came around the stretcher. He eased Jake aside then reached for the button to start the belt’s motor and open the doors. I can’t lose that body.

“No!” Jake yelled as he shoved his shoulder hard into the other man’s chest and reached for the gun. He was a few inches taller than Jake’s even 6’ and he was a lot broader in the shoulders. He was heavier than he looked and made of solid muscle, to Jake’s disappointment, and he barely shifted as they pushed against each other and fought for the gun and the button. Jake tried to head butt him but he only succeeded in knocking off the other man’s glasses. Jake was momentarily stunned by his pale green eyes. They were too soft for his face and too penetrating as they met Jake’s. Searing heat seeped through his coat and sweat dampened t-shirt and Jake snapped out of it and bucked hard. They twisted, thrashed, grunted and gasped as they crashed and rubbed against the side of the hot incinerator. The man got the hand with the gun free just long enough to smash the side of his fist against the large red button. “Fuck!” Jake swore as he pushed hard and strained for the button. He could just touch it with the tips of his fingers but he couldn’t get closer as they writhed and bucked against each other.

“I knew you were going to be a pain in the ass,” the other man ground out as his forehead pushed against Jake’s. His breath was a hot, minty huff against Jake’s lips as their chests heaved and their eyes locked.

“Admit it: that’s why you like me,” Jake panted and he saw a flash of something in the man’s eyes as their lips brushed. They froze for a moment as their eyes clung and their breaths mingled. Jake recalled that quick flinch, as the man fell into the passenger seat and hoped he was right. He locked his hands together, behind the man’s back and hugged as hard as he could. The man arched as he howled in agony then released Jake and pushed so he could step back. 

“God damn it all!” He growled as he grabbed the front of Jake’s sweatshirt. He used his forearm to pin Jake to the incinerator before his forehead swung forward. It connected with Jake’s and the front of his skull was on fire before the back of his head slammed against the incinerator, making his teeth rattle and his ears ring. Jake was stunned and his vision blurred as he slid down the side and everything went dark.

 

This one’s really hot, tense and full of fun surprises. Keep an eye out for pre-order info and get Snatched of March 26th!

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Have you missed me? I’ve missed you. I come bearing news and a gift. Mr. Sterling and I have been hard at work on the Hide And Keep audiobook and that’s been hell, let me tell you. But it’s almost ready to submit to ACX for release on Audible/Amazon. Please cross your fingers, I’ve heard horror stories about the process but we’ve worked our butts off and it sounds amazing. I’ve also been feverishly writing in between editing audio and I have an excerpt to share! I’m madly in love with Wal and Marco and you will be too. Jack Walden is a detective who’s as mysterious as the cases he solves. He’s a very broken man and madly in love with his best friend and ex, Marco. Marco is a mechanic who turns rusted-out muscle cars into art. He’s still hung up on his ex as well but doing his best to move on. Wal’s trying to find a missing girl, protect his neighborhood from a vicious gang and convince Marco to give him a second chance when the case and their lives take a very dark turn. Throttled will be available soon. I’ll keep you posted.

How about a barely edited peek at Throttled?:

 

“Ask him to come over because you want his opinion on the new bedding,” Wal urged himself as he stared at the mirror. He looked at the cologne on the counter then reached for it. His hand shook as it hovered over the bottle before he squeezed his fist tight then shook his head. “He might not like it or he’ll notice it and think you’re expecting something else to happen,” he warned himself then looked back at his bed.

It took him months to pick something. Wal just wanted to sleep, he didn’t understand why it mattered if he did it in a bed or on the couch or standing in the rain. As long as his brain was able to shut down and rest, he was satisfied. But he studied catalogues online for weeks and navigated an overwhelming array of details and the idea of starting over if he’d got it wrong terrified Wal, if he was honest. He didn’t understand the implications of certain patterns. Which florals were “too feminine” or old-fashioned? They all seemed too busy to Wal and he didn’t know when one was too bright, even though all but the dullest seemed too bright to him. Which patterns and styles were too juvenile or too dramatic? Why did beds need skirts and bolsters and shams? In the end, Wal found something that was marketed for teenage boys. He liked that it was just dark blue and in a very soft velvet and available with all the extra parts. Wal ordered the skirt, bolster pillows and shams, as well as the coordinating white sheets with navy trim, curtains and a matching throw blanket for the end of the bed. For some reason. Just to be safe, Wal also bought the laundry basket, coordinating shower curtain, towels, bath mats, toilet seat cover and counter accessories pictured with the bedroom set. He spent over $1,000 but he’d gladly pay ten times more if he got it right and never had to do it again.

“He can’t see that you’ve changed if you don’t show him,” Wal pointed out and he sighed at the mirror then zipped up his grey hoodie. He gave himself a stern nod before he turned off the light. He hurried into the living room then hissed at the box of comics on the table and quickly relocated it to the spare room before he grabbed the truck’s keys and left. “You have to tell him tonight. Tell him you want another chance and you’re ready to do whatever it takes,” he whispered as he parked in front of the shop then got out. He would have a hundred opportunities while they were alone in the shop and plenty of time to muddle his way through it. He pushed out a nervous breath as he reached for the door then jumped when it swung open.

“Right on time!” Marco declared as he pushed Wal back and turned him then locked the shop’s door.

“Where are we going?” Wal asked and frowned at the shop as Marco threw his arm around his neck and lead him away.

“To Maddigan’s to watch Madrid,” Marco said and Wal groaned. Soccer.

“Why can’t we work on the car like we planned? I don’t want to watch soccer in a noisy sports bar,” he grumbled and Marco shushed him.

“I finished the car last night and you owe me,” he said and Wal stopped.

“I owe you?”

“Come on!” Marco said as he gave Wal a shove. “Two years ago, we made plans to meet at Maddigan’s to watch Madrid play Al-Ain. I got there early to make sure we got good seats but you stood me up with a text message that said “Raincheck”,” he explained and Wal’s face fell.

“Why are you still bringing that up? I should have asked the coroner to make it snappy or postpone an autopsy until Monday so I could watch soccer?” He argued and Marco’s hand slapped against his eyes.

“I get it, Wal. But we’re doing it now. I wanted to do it with you then and we couldn’t so I’m calling in the raincheck,” he explained as he dragged him down the sidewalk. “And you’ll blend right in at Maddigan’s,” Marco added and Wal stopped again.

“What’s wrong with this?” He asked as he looked down at his body. Fuck, he hated clothes. He always wore a grey hoodie, a white t-shirt, jeans and sneakers if he wasn’t wearing a suit.

“Nothing! Option #2 is perfect,” Marco insisted and Wal’s stomach clenched. Nothing made him feel more insecure than clothing. He never had new clothing when he was a child. Everything he wore was free or hand-me-downs he shared with other foster kids. Nothing ever fit right or looked current, everything was faded and repaired. The other kids at school could always tell and enjoyed pointing out all the ways his clothes were wrong. One of the many reasons Wal loved being a cop was the uniform. It felt like a blessing, just putting the right thing on every day without having to worry about standing out for having the wrong thing on. In fact, the more closely he adhered to the uniform, the less negative attention. He applied that lesson to the rest of his wardrobe as an adult. When he became a detective and had to wear a suit, he bought as many of the same basic black suit and tie as he could afford and made sure he had plenty of fresh backups. For all the times he couldn’t wear a suit, Wal picked the most basic, unremarkable outfit possible, in hopes of flying under the radar.

“I’m sorry I don’t have more options, I’ll work on being more shallow and materialistic,” Wal said under his breath.

“Whoa!” Marco said as he spun on his heel and pointed at Wal. “First of all, I have never cared about what you wear and I think you look fine. I get it and I’m happy as long as you’re comfortable. What’s your problem? You know I’m teasing,” he said and Wal pushed his hands into the pockets of his hoodie and shrugged.

“I don’t want to watch soccer and you’re making me,” he muttered and Marco considered for a moment then nodded.

“Then don’t watch soccer. I love hanging out with you and I want to do that while drinking beer and watching soccer. Come and hang out with me and drink beer, Wal. I’m sorry if I stressed you out by making it sound like a makeup date or something,” he said and Wal wondered why he didn’t jump on the opportunity to use the night as a makeup date.

“Fine,” Wal said and swung his chin at the bar on the corner. He’d make the best of it and hope the beer helped him relax and find his nerve.

The beer did not help him relax and find his nerve. It also didn’t help that the bar wasn’t able to play the game. Marco and his fellow disappointed Madrid fans decided to drown their disappointment in alcohol and insults. Which lead to Marco lighting Wal’s fuse with this soul-crusher:

“Why can’t I find someone like you but just a little less like you?” He asked as Wal helped Marco stumble back to the shop. Wal stopped drinking well before he realized Marco would need help getting home.

“I don’t know how to respond to that,” he admitted as he frowned at the pavement and Marco laughed as he pulled him close. He pressed his forehead to Wal’s as he laughed again and it was stunning. Wal’s heart slammed against his chest and he couldn’t move but there was so much heat and joy, for just a second.

“Why do you have the be the only man in this city I have chemistry with?” Marco asked as their eyes clung and Wal’s chest hurt despite the heat flooding his groin. Wal panted and swayed closer as he silently begged his hands and his lips to attack. He couldn’t count all the ways he felt inadequate but he couldn’t stop himself from licking his lips to see if he could taste Marco’s breath.

“What do you mean?” He could have said so many romantic or sexy things but he was still reeling and taking it the worst way possible. Marco laughed again but it came out as more of a pouty groan and made everything worse before his hands slid down Wal’s chest and he pushed away.

“I need to get laid, Wal,” Marco said, as if he was blaming Wal for something. Offer to fuck him right now! Wal’s brain screamed but he just stared as Marco hunted for the pocket on his jeans. He found it and cheered under his breath as he reached all the way in and fished for his keys. Which was a feat in a pair of perfectly tight jeans with perfectly normal sized pockets. “For example!” Marco announced loudly as he turned and waved his keys at Wal. “I’ve got this date with Tad tomorrow night and I know we’re going to have sex but I really don’t want to have sex with him. I should want to have sex with him. He’s cute and funny and wants to name our kids after Ewoks and I’m sure he eats ass but I’m just going to do it to do it. You know?” He asked then gasped. “And he’s a doctor! You know my mom would have to approve of him!” He added and Wal’s face twisted.

“Why are you telling me this?”

“Because it’s going to suck. Just like the rest of them but I keep fucking other guys hoping I’ll have chemistry with them. Like. I. Did. With. You,” Marco explained and punctuated each word by pointing the shop’s key at Wal. He flinched each time and the spark rushed along the fuse.

“Maybe you should stop fucking other guys,” he stated dryly and Marco’s head pulled back.

“We agreed we were better off as friends and it was cool if we each moved on,” he said and Wal nodded.

“And I apologized and told you I made a lot of mistakes,” he replied and it was laced with bitterness.

“And I forgave you!” Marco said as he threw up his hands.

“Really?” Wal asked quietly. It was as close to an explosion as you’d get with Wal and probably why Marco accused him of being indifferent. “Because it feels like you’re still trying to punish me. Please give me my keys,” he said. Which was about as close to storming off as he was capable of.

“Unbelievable,” Marco said as he quickly unlocked the door then flung it open. Wal waited on the sidewalk as Marco dashed into his office. “I’m trying to get over you. I didn’t fuck any of them to spite you but I might now,” he added then tossed the keys at Wal. He caught them and clutched his brow with his other hand.

“Fucking… Come on!” He whispered to himself in utter exasperation as Marco slammed the door. Don’t get over me! He implored himself to yell. Just tell him he doesn’t need to! He pleaded with himself but he just stood there until he realized the car was still in the shop. He had the perfect reason to ring the bell and an opening to apologize and turn it all around. But he also had the keys to the truck in his pocket and decided after an hour of arguing with himself that it was easier and safer to go home.

 

They’re so cute, aren’t they? They get really hot too and there’s action and mystery and Wal will break your heart. I’m so excited. You’re going to love them.

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So many butts in One Night In Whisper…

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Here’s the con, Pervy Reader: One Night In Whisper… is actually love story about Beck and Delilah. They are madly in love but Beck is gay and Delilah is a girl. Fortunately, their love began when they were four or five and was forged by a lifetime of adventures and shared heartbreak. Their bond is unbreakable and Cade and Deacon are smart enough to recognize that they’re a package deal. Here’s a very ADULT excerpt from One Night In Whisper…:

**WARNING! Super Adult Content And language! Be An Adult! WARNING!**

Delilah was the crazy glue that kept the frayed pieces of Beck’s brain together as the day slipped through his fingers. He was anxiously aware that he was just twenty-four hours away from what might be the most humiliating night of his life as he sprinted up her porch steps with a paper bag containing two bottles of wine and his notebook under his arm.

“You are right on time!” She declared as she opened the door for him and offered her cheek.

“When will the pizza get here?” He asked as he kissed her then headed for the kitchen.

“Tom said about forty minutes,” she said as she followed him and he nodded as he set the bag on the counter.

“Perfect. I need all the details and you know I enjoy straight sex more on an empty stomach,” he replied as he pulled out a bottle and she rolled her eyes as she went to get the glasses. “I’m kidding but tell me all about your boyfriend’s butt,” he said then smiled creepily as he pulled the cork from one of the bottles. She giggled as she set the glasses on the counter then sighed as she leaned and waited for him to pour.

“And it’s such a lovely butt. I really had no idea,” she said and Beck snorted as he filled their glasses.

“It used to be one of my favorites, until you ruined it,” he complained and her eyes sparkled as an evil grin spread across her face.

“Boy, did I,” she said and Beck reached for her cheek as he wiped the corner of his eye.

“I am so proud of you,” he said then pulled her close so he could kiss her forehead. “Even though I will never feel good about staring at his ass again,” he added and she waved it off.

“I’d be offended if you didn’t,” she argued as he handed her a glass.

“I mean, I’m still going to because I’m human but you’ve made it weirder. I’m still so damn proud though.” He raised his glass before taking a long drink then hooked his arm in hers. “Tell me all about how Cade joined the Butt Club,” he ordered as he grabbed the bottle of merlot and she hummed excitedly as she sipped.

“It was definitely one of the best nights of my life,” she said as she went to her corner of the sofa and Beck chuckled as he kicked off his shoes.

“And Cade’s, from the way he hugged me this morning,” he stated and she was incandescent as she beamed at him over her glass.

“I found Cade’s On button and it’s inside his butt,” she whispered and Beck’s head tilted.

“As is the case with most men,” he pointed out then shook his head. “But back to Cade,” he said and she nodded in agreement.

“It was so amazing. Not that everything wasn’t amazing before,” she noted and Beck gestured impatiently.

“You really don’t deserve him,” he said.

“Not on my best day,” Delilah agreed. “But everything was always about me and it was always so hard to get him to just uncork and go for it,” she explained and Beck’s eyes flicked to the ceiling.

“He’s always been a people pleaser and a hard worker,” he replied and she bit into her lip as she hugged her knee.

“He is such a hard worker. I love that about him. We were making out the way we always do and about to move from the couch to the bedroom…” She paused when Beck held up a finger.

“Am I going to want to sit here, after I hear this?” He asked and looked down. She laughed as she drank from her glass.

“Darling, you haven’t wanted to sit in the spot for a long time, if you know what I mean,” she murmured and Beck felt betrayed as he scowled at her.

“I eat here,” he reminded her and she raised a shoulder.

“You should have thought about that when you claimed the seat closest to the outlet,” she countered and he shook his head in disgust.

“Anyways.”

“Anyways!” Delilah continued then flailed her hand dramatically. “We were somewhere between the couch and the bedroom and he pushed his hands down the back of my jeans the way he always does. He had me against the wall and I asked him if he wanted to help me poke around back there and he just about jumped out of his skin, at first,” she said and Beck moaned.

“Bless his heart,” he said and she laughed.

“You have no idea. He stuttered and blushed and eventually asked me what I meant about “poking around” and I told him about our talk and your advice.”

“Genius,” Beck noted as he pointed his glass at her. “No pressure on either of you and he understands you’re interested in easing into it.”

“Exactly,” she said then held out her glass so he knew she was ready for a refill. “Then, he says he is totally into whatever I’m comfortable with.”

“That’s so romantic,” Beck sighed then tapped his forehead and made a note to add that to his list.

“It truly was. He asked if I wanted to start with rimming and I asked if he’d let me rim him too and… God, this is going to kill you,” she warned and Beck shifted and got really settled in his seat then waved for her to give it to him. “He turned bright red and hid his face in my neck and told me he wouldn’t dream of doing something to me if he wouldn’t be ok with letting me do it to him,” she said and Beck groaned.

“That’s really hot,” he said and she nodded.

“Yeah and I wasn’t even remotely interested in my butt after that. I asked him what he meant by anything and he said he’d poked around a little himself and kind of liked it and that he wouldn’t mind if I wanted to.”

“I’m so glad you waited for him,” Beck said as he blinked back at her. “This is almost exactly like I imagined it. Except with me, instead of you, but this is almost as good,” he said and she laughed as she grabbed a pillow and swatted him with it.

“It was so awesome! I loved rimming him and I thought his hair was going to fall out, he lost his mind and begged me to try it with my fingers.”

“Perrrrrrfect,” Beck purred as he tapped his fingertips against his glass. “Did you remember to…?” He asked as he curled his finger and she rolled her eyes.

“I’ve only waited my whole damn life and read a thousand magazine articles with you. Of course, I remembered,” she muttered.

“And?” He raised his brows at her expectantly and she raised hers back.

“Oh, my God,” she said heavily. “I thought I broke him. The only thing better than his reaction to that was when I used my travel vibrator on him,” Delilah stated and Beck’s cheeks sucked in as he narrowed his eyes at her.

“Travel vibrator,” he muttered as he reached for the bottle so he could fill his glass. “You don’t travel. More like, the-vibrator-you-use-in-the-bathroom-at-work-after-a-new-Fifty Shades-book-comes-out,” he said and she raised a shoulder.

“I’m not the only one,” she said. “Catherine!” She coughed and Beck’s shoulders slouched as he pouted loudly.

“She’s like my grandmother.”

“And she really likes Fifty,” Delilah said and Beck shut his eyes and shook his head as he refused to think about it and wiped it from his brain.

“Cade enjoyed your desk vibrator,” he said and she gasped.

“I’m not that much of an animal but yes! I don’t think I’ve ever been more turned on or seen anything manlier than him screaming ‘Please, fuck me harder, baby!’” She whispered in awe and Beck made a knowing sound.

“Bottoming is not for the weak or the tame,” he stated.

“True story but he was so brave and I’ve never seen a guy get off that hard,” she said and Beck nodded.

“That is why we do it,” he replied and she became distracted as she stared past Beck before she shook her head.

“I suppose we should try playing with my butt next but I just want to see if I can do that to him again,” she confided and Beck hummed as he pointed.

“You’ve got one of those curvy g spot vibrators, right?” He asked and she nodded. “Use that but instead of in and out, try a little side to side and he’ll cry and just leak like a garden hose,” he promised and her eyes were huge.

“Side to side?”

“Side to side,” Beck repeated and she nodded slowly.

“Got it. Now, let’s see what you’ve got planned for tomorrow night. My dad’s ready and just needs you to text him a time to meet you with the truck,” she said and Beck cheered then looked at the door when the bell rang.

“Perfect. I’m starving, even though I’m not sure how I still have an appetite. I’ll get that. You grab my list and the paper plates,” he said as they jumped to their feet.

“On it!” She declared as she hurried into the kitchen and was the crazy glue that patched the holes in Beck’s plan for Deacon’s date and reminded him to bring a lighter for the candles and lube. For romance. 

 

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So many butts in One Night In Whisper…

Time for a peek at Deacon and Beck!

It’s time to switch things up for a bit, Pervy Reader. We’ve done a lot of dark and twisty lately so I thought we should slow things down and take a calming breath. Let’s go someplace quiet and rural, just outside the Beltway. Let’s visit Whisper, Virginia and meet two heartbroken boys. Here’s a barely edited peek at One Night in Whisper:

 

“I think this is it,” Deacon murmured under his breath and frowned then looked at the house across the street. It looked much more like the sort of house Maggie would live in. “Is that it?” He asked as he looked back at the small, withered and bare two-story house. It wasn’t in terrible disrepair or untidy but the paint was faded and peeling and the porch and lawn were neglected. Deacon understood letting things go because a loved one was dying but the neglect began long before Maggie became sick. He forced out a hard breath then pushed open the door and got out of his truck. He and Beck were so overdue for a heart-to-heart but Deacon always managed to say or do the wrong thing. No matter how gentle and careful he was, Beck would throw up a wall or snap back at him. Deacon used to think Beck was just a cold, moody shit until he noticed him laughing with the high school’s principal at a town hall meeting. As Deacon watched Beck joke and tease his way around the room, it became apparent that he was universally adored by everyone but the mayor. The only reason she didn’t like Beck was because he was her loudest critic and he was rarely wrong or unprovoked. Everyone else loved Beck because he was quiet but never afraid to stand up for himself and generally sweet to every living thing. Except Deacon. For some unfathomable reason. “I’ve got to get this fixed,” Deacon groaned as he climbed the porch steps. Literally and figuratively. There were a lot of boards that needed replaced and the wood was grey and in desperate need of staining and sealing. And Deacon couldn’t leave Beck to face everything alone. Maggie was a single mom and they didn’t have any other family that he knew of. He winced as he reached for the doorbell and pressed it then pushed his hands into his pockets. His brows rose higher and higher as the moments stretched and he was just about to leave when the door swung open. He jogged back a few steps before Beck could crash into him. “Hey!” He laughed as he grabbed his shoulders and Beck jumped then sneered warily as he leaned away.

“Why are you here?” He asked and Deacon stepped in Beck’s way as he tried to get around him.

“I’d like to talk to you,” he said and Beck hissed as he looked longingly over Deacon’s shoulder.

“I’m afraid that conflicts with my plans at the moment. I’ve got the fundraiser tonight and I really don’t want to talk to you,” he explained and Deacon’s eyes widened in shock and a little admiration. There were very few people on the planet with the balls to talk to him like that. Beck was quiet but he could be such a smart ass.

“Get in the fucking house,” Deacon ordered as he pointed and Beck’s tongue pushed against the inside of his cheek before he turned on his heel and pulled the earbuds from his ears.  Deacon’s eyes swept around the living and dining area then up the stairs. The house was tidy but except for the books and two cats perched at the top of the steps, it was sparse and just as dated and worn as the outside.

“Welcome to our home,” Beck said as he waved grandly then shut his eyes tight as he grunted in pain. “Is this the first time you’ve visited?” He asked and Deacon nodded. Beck chuckled wryly as he leaned against the bannister and crossed his ankles and hugged his chest. “Isn’t that wild? Mom worked for you just about my entire life but this is the first time you’ve set eyes on this place,” he said and Deacon shrugged.

“I didn’t think Maggie needed me in her private life too,” he said simply and Beck’s eyes tightened as he cocked his head.

“What private life, Magnus?” He replied and Deacon thought that was fair.

“Is that why you hate me?” Deacon asked and Beck hummed thoughtfully as he rubbed his chin with a finger. For a moment, Deacon was distracted. He was such a gorgeous kid. Well… Deacon coughed softly as he studied Beck. He as almost thirty but his huge, drowsy brown eyes and full, pouty lips made him look boyish and innocent. He was beautiful when he smiled but he was always glaring petulantly at Deacon. It was such a shame. His jaw was square and narrowed into an alluring chin dimple and he could also be clever and charming when he wasn’t bitter and cutting.

“I don’t hate you.”

“That’s crazy because you always use my name even though you know I’d rather you didn’t and you always say it like I just kicked you in the balls,” Deacon said and Beck’s nose scrunched as he nodded in agreement.

“I wouldn’t say I hate you but I don’t care about you and I’d be fine if we never spoke again,” he stated and Deacon’s head pulled back.

“Why? I’ve always been kind to you. I did my best to make sure you and Maggie were taken care of because she was like a mother to me,” he said and a loud bark burst from Beck as his head snapped back and his back bowed.

“What was that like?” He asked. He was still in his black suit but he’d lost the tie and Deacon noticed a pin in the collar of his white shirt. Beck probably bought it and put it on on the way to the service. He hated wearing a suit. A hard, heavy burn spread in Deacon’s chest as Beck’s laugh became flat and he wiped a tear from his eye. “Isn’t it crazy how everyone keeps telling us how sorry they are? It’s like they forget that I was actually her son and you were just her boss. And the shittiest part of it all is that I don’t feel like I lost much of a mother,” he admitted and Deacon shook his head as his heart ached.

“How can you say that? Maggie was an angel and the best person I’ve ever known,” he argued and Beck pointed.

“To you. I barely got to see her unless I had to miss school and when I came to work with her on the weekends,” he said and Deacon groaned as he scrubbed the back of his neck.

“I’m sorry. I know I relied on your mom for everything and she sacrificed a lot…”

“A lot?” Beck echoed in disbelief and Deacon held up his hands defensively.

“She loved her job and she was obsessed with making sure you could get into the best schools and had every opportunity. I know she missed out on a lot with you but we did our best to make sure you’d never have to worry,” he said and Beck’s lips pursed as his eyes swept upwards.

“Do you remember when my grandma died?” He asked and Deacon nodded slowly.

“Pretty well. Patty had a stroke,” he said and Beck hummed.

“Yeah. It was really tough. Mom was with you, at Wharton, and couldn’t get back because of the snow. The Prichards took me in and made sure grandma was sent to the right funeral home because I was seven,” he said and Deacon grunted hard.

“I’m sorry…” He started then stopped when Beck held up a finger, cutting him off.

“And there was the time I got hit by that drunk driver walking home from school. Do you remember?” He asked and Deacon shoulders tightened.

“You were like…nine and your arm was broken,” he murmured.

“I was ten but that’s not really important,” Beck said as he continued. “You and mom were in New York and this was before I had a phone so I had to walk myself to the hospital. Then I walked myself home because the Prichards were in Baltimore. Delilah’s cousin was getting married.”

“I’m sorry, Beck,” Deacon said as sincerely as he could but Beck waved it off.

“Mom was with you in Texas when I graduated from high school and the two of you were in D.C. again when I got my master’s. You’ve kicked me in the balls just about every damn day of my life, Magnus. Now that mom’s gone and we don’t work for you anymore, I’d like to see what life is like without you blocking out the sun and sucking all the air out of the room,” Beck said and Deacon felt a little like he’d been kicked in the balls.

“I know I’ll never be able to apologize enough but I promised your mom I’d look out for you and I need you,” he said and Beck’s face twisted.

“You need me?”

“Maggie didn’t mean to but she groomed you to take her place. I can’t think of anyone I’d trust more and it would take years to train someone to do what she did,” Deacon explained and Beck shook his head quickly.

“No fucking way. You took enough of my life from me, you’re not getting the rest of it. You’re going to have to take that up with mom, if that’s what the two of you were planning,” he said and Deacon groaned.

“We weren’t planning it but you’ve spent more time at her desk than she has, the last few years. You’re the only one who knows her system or has her touch,” he said and Beck shrugged.

“So? You gave up your shares and your seat on the board and got out of politics because you wanted to enjoy all that money and success, remember? Early retirement doesn’t require a full-time assistant slash slave,” he countered and Deacon gave him a hard look.

“I’ve still got a lot on my plate. Are you still mad because I bought those oil fields in the Ukraine?” He asked and Beck rolled his eyes.

“I stopped being mad about how you make your money or what you do with it when I was in college. At least you never steal from people with less money than you and you don’t mind putting it into Whisper,” he said then made a thoughtful sound as he pointed firmly at Deacon. “Speaking of,” he started then cleared his throat. “I know you’ve propped up half of this town and it would only be half as big as a postage stamp if it weren’t for you but you couldn’t have thrown us a line at the library? I won’t have a staff if we don’t pull off a miracle tonight,” he said and Deacon’s head craned forward.

“The library?”

“Yeah…” Beck nodded slowly. “I’m on my way there for the fundraising gala. The girls thought I might bring in a few hundred dollars if I auction myself off as a date,” he explained and Deacon chewed on his lip.

“Aside from weird Ernie, we’re the only gays in Whisper.”

“Very true but Cathrine reminded me that there are a lot of widows in town who could use help with some errands or lifting things and quite a few of them have queer sons and grandsons inside the Beltway. I’m the big ticket item,” he added with a cocky wink and Deacon frowned.

“Are you sure this is the right time? I didn’t realize the library was in that much trouble. I’ll look into it but why are you even worried about it? You don’t have to work,” he said gently and Beck rolled his eyes as he pushed away from the bannister.

“If there’s one thing mom understood, it was the importance of work. She wouldn’t have wanted us to cancel it because of her and she’d have gone back to the office if it was me who died,” he said as he stepped around Deacon and headed for the door. “If you’re really in need of an assistant, almost all of my friends are about to be out of work. You could hire all of them or drop a several hundred thousand on some cupcakes,” he said as he opened the door.

“Beck, wait,” Deacon called but he waved over his shoulder and put in his earbuds.

“Lock this on the way out,” he said as he pointed with his chin then stopped. “You know, I don’t really need all the money mom left me and I wouldn’t have to worry about supporting myself if I stay at the library…” He raised his brows at Deacon then grinned mischievously before he hopped over the threshold then skipped down the porch steps. Deacon swore under his breath as he set his hands on his hips. His eyes drifted around the living room and his heart hurt as he searched for Maggie’s face. There weren’t any pictures of her on the shelves or the walls. The only thing that gave Deacon comfort as Maggie got sicker and slipped away from them was seeing her face everywhere he looked when he was in his study. There were pictures of them celebrating and accepting awards on every shelf at home. Beck had a few pictures of his grandmother, many of him with Delilah and several of his friends from the library but there were none of him and his mother.

“Jesus, Maggie. What did we do?” Deacon whispered as his hand dragged down his face. Regret and pain turned into a cold knot in Deacon’s stomach as he thought about Beck. All he wanted to do was go home and drink until he was numb but Deacon was going to have to save the library and Beck before he gave away everything Maggie worked for or ended up engaged to a lobbyist. “I’d better warn my accountant,” he said as he pulled out his phone.

 

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Time for a peek at Deacon and Beck!