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I wanted him from the moment I laid eyes on him and from that point on, the question wasn’t if I’d have him but when… Thirty-five-year-old Matias de la Vega is good at one thing and one thing only. Though he doesn’t officially carry the title of killer when it comes to his role in an underground vigilante group, he’s got no problem getting his hands dirty if it means getting justice for those who can’t get it on their own. Such is the case when single dad Sam Wittier is confronted by a stalker bent on murder. While neutralizing the threat is all in a day’s work for Matias, what comes after is anything but. Although Matias isn’t particularly surprised by his attraction to the older Sam, his inability to walk away from the still-grieving widower is a complication. An unexpected and dangerous complication… Nothing about the mysterious Matias makes sense to me. The emotionally distant soldier says what he means and takes what he wants. And for whatever reason, what he wants is me. That should have me running for the hills. It should, but it doesn’t… For forty-eight-year-old Sam Wittier, life is as good as it’s been since he lost the man of his dreams more than two decades earlier. After handing the reins of his successful business over to his older son, Sam is happy to settle into the quiet, simple life of being a full-time single dad to his newly adopted little boy. Unfortunately, life didn’t get the message. After nearly losing everything to a deranged stalker, Sam finds himself face to face with a man who is anything but quiet and simple. There’s no reason he should want the unpredictable, take-no-prisoners Matias in his life or his bed, but just like life, his body isn’t getting the message. One night with Sam is all I need to get him out of my head for good. One night will be enough to end my obsession with him. It has to be… While Sam and Matias share a white-hot chemistry that neither has ever known before, that’s about all they have in common. But as one passionate encounter leads to another and the line between obsession and need begins to blur, will Matias and Sam find that maybe they aren’t so different after all? And what will that mean for the ghosts of the past that have haunted each man for so long? The ghosts that are willing to be buried as well as the ones that aren’t…
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obsessed

adjective ob·sessed | \ əb-ˈsest

preoccupied with or haunted by some idea, interest

Chapter 1

Matias

“And what happened when you entered the house?”

“I snapped the fucker’s neck,” I responded simply as I held the police officer’s gaze. The kid was clearly a rookie because he paled and swallowed hard. I couldn’t help but think that if me telling him I’d snapped some guy’s neck made him want to puke his guts out, maybe he needed to rethink his career choices.

“Yes, but, um, can you be more specific?”

“I snapped the fucker’s neck and then he stopped moving and fell to the floor,” I responded. When the officer just stared at me, I added, “Because. He. Was. Dead.”

“Right,” the officer murmured. He automatically looked over his shoulder to where the coroner was zipping up the body bag that held the dead man in question. Then he began jotting something in his little notebook.

I sighed because I could tell by his hesitant scribbles that I was going to be here a while. I glanced around the room. My younger brother, Cruz, was having a conversation with the paramedic who’d been treating the bullet wound on his arm. The mere sight of the bandage on his bicep made me want to bring the asshole in the body bag back to life just so I could kill him all over again.

I’d known something was wrong pretty much as soon as I’d arrived at the house. Cruz and I had been tasked with protecting a young man named Elliot Wittier after he’d been attacked a few days earlier. My job had been to shadow my brother as he’d gotten close to Elliot. After getting to the house, I’d realized something was off and I’d approached it from the back. It had taken next to nothing to pick the lock on the back door. I’d heard the raised voices long before I’d seen anyone. But as soon as I’d lain eyes on the guy with the gun as he’d railed at Elliot, Cruz and several others, I’d known what I’d had to do. The guy hadn’t seen me coming but he had managed to get a couple of shots off before I’d broken his neck.

Even if my brother hadn’t been one of the people shot, the gun-wielding asshole deserved a hell of a lot more of a painful death for putting his gun to the head of a little kid in a wheelchair.

“I killed him too quick,” I muttered absently as I pulled my eyes from my brother. The bullet had only grazed him, but I still found myself fisting my hands. The last time my brother had been shot, he hadn’t been anywhere near as lucky…

“What?” the officer asked, interrupting the rage that was simmering in my veins.

Interrupting it but not quelling it.

Not much did that these days. Pounding on guys like the one in the body bag definitely helped, but like any drug, the effect was short-lived.

“Did you say something?” the officer asked again.

“Yeah, I said—” I began, but then my eyes shifted beyond the officer to the kitchen and fell on the owner of the house. With the way he was standing, I could only make out his profile, but not surprisingly, my dick didn’t seem too concerned about that. Of course, my dick wasn’t necessarily selective when it was looking for the next warm body to lose itself in for a while.

No, what was a surprise was the fact that instead of telling the newbie cop how I wished I’d taken my time killing the scumbag in question, I actually paused to consider my words.

How often did that happen?

Oh yeah, never.

I once again opened my mouth to say what I meant when the guy in the kitchen suddenly looked my way and then it was like time decided to stand still for a while. The rage that was racing through my veins faded as something else took over my blood entirely and sent all of it south.

Way down south.

And just like that, my cock went from interested to something different altogether.

Something that had me not only pausing my words but forgetting them entirely.

What the hell?

“Mr. de la Vega…” the cop said, clearly waiting for me to finish my earlier thought.

Him and me both.

“What?” I finally asked. For the life of me, I couldn’t take my eyes off the man in the kitchen, which made no sense since he wasn’t my type at all. While my dick didn’t care whose body it ended up in, my mind liked ’em big and tough because getting a guy like that to his knees and begging for release was part of the fun. Not to mention I could be as rough as I wanted with a muscle head.

But the guy in the kitchen was anything but muscular. He was… average, though not in a bad way. And he was considerably older than the guys I usually fucked around with. I put him at his late forties or early fifties at best. Although I couldn’t really tell much about his body from his position, he wasn’t heavily built. His jeans and casual button-down shirt did nothing to accentuate any muscles he could have been hiding beneath the material. His short dark hair was peppered with silver and he had a mustache.

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“Once a fuck up, always a fuck up.” Words twenty-six-year-old Dante Thorne has had to live with for more years than he can count and a title he finally earned at the tender age of sixteen when one careless decision led to tragedy. And since he can’t deny the truth of the words, why not live by them instead? Fucking up, fucking, it doesn’t matter; as long as it feels good and makes him forget the day he failed the one person he’d always sworn to protect. A good philosophy to live by until Dante meets the one man who might actually having him wishing he was something more… At forty-one and with a distinguished twenty-year career as a Texas Ranger under his belt, Magnus DuCane should have been in the prime of his life. Instead, he’s mourning the loss of the daughter he couldn’t save and contemplating a future that looks nothing like the one he had planned. The only bright spot in his life is the young grandson whose suddenly been returned to him after going missing two years earlier and the new family of men that he’s been welcomed in to with open arms. But with his iron will, unfailing self-control and unflappable discipline, Magnus knows he can start a new chapter and get his life back on track…if he can just get past the disturbing, unexpected feelings one young man stirs in him. Because everything about Dante Thorne is wrong for Magnus. His arrogance, his cocky attitude, every single unfiltered word that falls unchecked out of his mouth and, of course, the fact that he’s a man. But when his well-meaning friends send Dante with him as a bodyguard when he returns to Texas to testify in a high-profile case, Magnus begins to see beyond the brash words and endless sexual innuendo. And when he starts to discover that what he sees isn’t all that bad, suddenly the fact that that Dante is a man instead of a woman no longer seems like such a big sticking point anymore..
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Prologue

Dante

The guy wasn’t bad at giving head. And what he lacked in finesse, he more than made up for in eagerness. But the fact that I had to remind myself to start fucking his mouth was evidence enough that my head wasn’t in the game. I’d like to say that was because of the slight buzz I had going from the two glasses of champagne I’d downed in record time after the first one that I’d slowly sipped during the handful of toasts that had been given to the grooms, but lying to myself was just a waste of time.

No, there was only one reason I was so fucking distracted that even a halfway decent blowjob was doing nothing for me.

And that reason was wrapped up in a gorgeous 6’2 package of hard muscle, a lazy, killer smile and the most intense blue eyes I’d ever seen.

That reason also hated my fucking guts and had no problem reminding me of that every time he flashed those icy blues my way.

Did he have a reason to?

Okay, so maybe I’d enjoyed needling him just a little too much about how uptight he was, his advanced age - though at forty something, he wasn’t at all advanced – and the fact that he was a grandfather. Hell, the man didn’t look anything like any grandfather I’d ever seen.

I’d wanted him from the very first time I’d met him and since I was the kind of guy who was used to getting what he wanted, I hadn’t hesitated in letting him know that five minutes with me would change his entire outlook on life.

A little conceited? Yeah, I suppose. My mother had always told me I needed to think more before I spoke, but I found that most of the men and women I wanted found it more of a turn on when I told them what they wanted. And I never failed to follow through on the promise of pleasure. Whether it was a man or a woman or hell, more than one of either or both, I made sure all my partners got off and then some.

Leave them wanting more.

It was a good rule of thumb because it meant I never had to chase someone. They came to me and then they kept coming back until I decided I was done, which was nearly always the case after the first time.

Like the pretty little number voraciously sucking my dick.

I’d honed in on him from the moment I’d spied him working with the rest of the wait staff to get the hors d'oeuvres set up. He’d tried to ignore my not so subtle glances, but when he’d upended a tray of some strange-looking shrimp dish after I’d discreetly adjusted myself so that only he would see, I’d known it wouldn’t take much. After that, I’d just had to tease him mercilessly with hungry glances and the occasional playful touch as he’d repeatedly approached me with trays of appetizers I’d had no interest in eating. When I’d finally stroked my hand over his groin after he’d appeared at my side with a tray full of champagne flutes, he’d barely managed to hang on to it. All I’d had to do was tell him, “Upstairs bathroom” and he’d nodded so excitedly that he’d looked like a man who’d just won the fucking lottery.

So, the blowjob really should have been better. Or I should have at least been able to look down at the head of brown hair and not see dark hair heavily threaded with silver. I shouldn’t have been hoping I’d see gorgeous blue eyes looking up at me as my cock was being sucked to the back of a corded throat.

Fucking Magnus DuCane.

I’d met the man the day I’d been assigned to stand guard outside his grandson’s hospital room. Little Matty Travers had been undergoing chemotherapy treatment at the children’s hospital in Seattle and I’d been charged with protecting him after his father, Tate and my former colleague, Hawke, had run afoul of some drug dealers. Fortunately, there’d been no threat to the boy and while I would miss interacting with the kid, I was glad he was out of the hospital for good.

What I wouldn’t miss were the looks of disdain Magnus would shoot me every time he saw me. How the fuck was I supposed to know the man wasn’t gay or even bi?

Okay, so maybe I should have gotten the hint early on when I’d sent him a few flirtatious looks and he’d responded with obvious discomfort, but I’d sworn I’d seen something else in those stunning eyes of his, too. And since I’d been more than willing to let the guy use me to test what it would be like to fly his rainbow flag, I’d made sure to let him know that with the occasional touch or suggestion when he’d been leaving his grandson’s room. His response?

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"I trusted once. I won't make that mistake again..." An ugly childhood and devastating betrayal have left 25-year-old Cain Jensen scarred inside and out. Protecting himself means keeping everyone at arm's length and protecting others means never getting emotionally involved. In the three years since he's joined an underground vigilante group, every life he saves helps ease the guilt of the ones that were lost to him so long ago. So when he's sent to a remote cabin in the Cascade Mountains just north of Seattle to follow up on the disappearance of his boss's co-worker, his only thought is to see that justice is served, no matter what the circumstances. But nothing he's ever experienced has prepared the cold-hearted and very straight Cain for who he finds on that mountain...or the intense need to suddenly offer more than just protection. "I've finally managed to break free, but I've never felt more trapped in my entire life..." Ethan Rhodes has been running for six months, but it's never fast enough, it's never far enough. At 30 years old, the talented ER Doctor should be spending his days saving other people's lives, not worrying about his own. But he knows that the four years of physical and emotional abuse he's suffered at the hands of his volatile ex are nothing compared to what will happen when Ethan runs out of places to hide, especially after taking something from the man he once was sure would be the love of his life. A violent episode that has Ethan narrowly escaping death leads to a quiet cabin in the mountains where his battered body will have time to heal before he and the young girl relying on him need to run again. But everything changes with the arrival of a mysterious stranger who threatens to give Ethan something he'd finally accepted was gone forever...hope.
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revelation

noun rev·e·la·tion \ˌre-və-ˈlā-shən\

A pleasant, often enlightening surprise.

Prologue

Cain

“Thanks for coming,” Ronan said as he nodded at me. I was glad he didn’t extend his hand to me. It wasn’t that I didn’t respect the man – I did…a whole hell of a lot. But touching wasn’t my thing and never had been. Luckily, Ronan Grisham and his second-in-command, Memphis Wheland, the two men I dealt with on a regular basis as part of my job, had picked up early on that physical contact was something I liked to steer clear of and they’d respected the boundary.

I nodded and followed Ronan up the stairs of a small, remote house that was located on several acres about thirty miles east of Seattle. The house itself was a run-down piece of shit, but the property was appealing since you could see anyone coming from a ways off and there weren’t any immediate neighbors.

The early February air was chilly and damp around us as we each examined our surroundings. There were no vehicles except ours and all the curtains on the front of the house were drawn. I didn’t ask what we were doing there because Ronan would tell me when he was good and ready.

Ronan’s knock on the front door went unanswered. Since I doubted he’d brought me all the way out here just to visit with whoever lived in the dump, I was about to go back to my truck to get my tools to pick the lock when Ronan reached down and turned the knob. I stiffened when it turned and automatically reached for my gun at the same time Ronan reached for his. He gave me a slight nod and then pushed the door open.

To say the place was a mess was an understatement. I let my eyes adjust to the darkness as I carefully stepped over an overturned side table near the door. Ronan motioned to me and I quickly followed his silent order to clear the house. Debris littered the floor of each room so it took longer than I would have liked to sweep the two rooms near the back of the house while Ronan checked the main living spaces. By the time I met him back in the living room, he was drawing a curtain back to let in some light since the power didn’t appear to be working.

Even if the place hadn’t been trashed, calling it a dump would have been kind. The furniture was decades old, the thick carpet beneath my feet actually turned out to be a shag carpet that was a disgusting shade of yellow, and the paneled wood walls made the already dreary space darker and even more uninviting, which I wouldn’t have thought was even possible. Junk was all over the floor, but it didn’t look like actual garbage. More like a mix of clothes, papers and the remnants of some of the cheap wood furniture that had probably once served as a coffee table or set of end tables. The couch was shredded, as was the single armchair in the room. The small eating area outside the kitchen had an overturned table and three broken chairs strewn all over the floor. It looked a lot like someone had broken the chairs over the table. I also saw dents in the wall and guessed that whoever had been smashing the chairs on the table also had taken their aggression out on the walls. There were a few cheap motel style pictures on the floor, their glass overlays shattered.

Ronan and I moved to the kitchen to examine the damage there. Unlike the living room, the stained linoleum floor was covered in garbage and food that had been removed from the open refrigerator. The freezer was open and its contents empty, but I could see a layer of ice still encasing the small space.

Whoever had trashed the place had done it recently – within the last 24 hours at the most, more likely twelve.

“Ronan,” I said as I motioned to the edge of one of the countertops.

Blood.

The light in the kitchen was poor so we each pulled our phones out and used the flashlights to take a closer look. There was more blood splattered on the backsplash above the sink and several droplets in the sink itself.

I followed Ronan to the two bedrooms. One actually looked untouched, but there was nothing interesting about the room itself. A twin bed with a basic blanket and single pillow and a three-drawer dresser that looked like it was at least thirty years old. Nothing more. No pictures on the walls, no clothes in the closet. The second bedroom was the exact opposite. Whoever had destroyed it had been in a rage. The mattress from the full bed was overturned and shredded on both sides. An endless assortment of clothes covered much of the floor, ripped to pieces along with what looked like the remnants of a torn duffle bag.

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My job is to save lives. But what if the one that needs saving is the one I was sent to take? At 33 years old, Phoenix Jones once had a stellar military career ahead of him. But when tragedy struck his family, he walked away from the path he’d chosen to be there for the one who needed him most. Except fate is a bitch and when she once again takes Phoenix’s future in the cruelest of ways, he must find a new path. When a former army buddy introduces him to Ronan Grisham, the leader of an underground vigilante group, Phoenix knows he’s found a new family and nothing and no one is going to take that from him again. So when Ronan asks him to shadow a young man who participated in a brutal crime against Ronan’s husband, Seth, when he was a child and appears to be targeting him again, Phoenix doesn’t even hesitate for a second. Even knowing what he must do if the young man proves to have gone back to his old ways. Because family is everything… I can’t come back from what I did. I’m not sure I even want to… An ugly childhood left Levi Deming with little to do but dream of a day when he’d be free of his tormenters so he could carve out a simple life for himself, preferably somewhere far away from the family who never let him forget he was less than human. But one terrible choice at the tender age of 16 changed everything...
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redemption

re·demp·tion \ri-ˈdem(p)-shən\

Redeeming or atoning for a fault or mistake

Prologue

Phoenix

“Hello, my girl,” I said while simultaneously signing the words as soon as the door opened. The little girl beamed up at me as she stood in the open doorway. Her little fingers began moving lightning fast. So fast that I had to interrupt her with a reminder to slow down. Her sheepish grin was almost too much for me.

“Phoenix, Daddy Seth is taking me to see Ace. Uncle Magnus says I can ride him.”

I smiled at that and bent down to her level since she had to crane her neck to see me otherwise. I’d never met the horse Magnus DuCane owned and had recently brought with him to Seattle after leaving Texas, but I’d heard, or seen rather, Nicole asking her fathers if she could go see the big animal often enough. I suspected the men had a horse-crazy daughter on their hands.

“That’s exciting,” I said as I slowly signed out the right words.

“Phoenix, hi, come on in,” I heard Seth call as he made his way down the hall towards us. I wasn’t surprised to see his and Ronan’s youngest child, Jamie, in tow, the boy’s cherished Spiderman doll clutched between his chubby fingers.

It had been nearly five months since Ronan and Seth had taken in the three orphans as foster children and from everything I’d seen, they’d managed the impossible and made themselves into a family. I knew they were eager to adopt the children and had already started the process of making the situation permanent. While the kids had initially been reserved around both men, they’d warmed up quickly once they’d realized they were finally safe and in a home that would give them the love and security they’d lost after their parents had died in a car accident.

I’d been surprised by Nicole’s attachment to me, especially considering both the fact that she was deaf and shy around strangers and that I wasn’t what someone would consider a non-threatening guy. With my dark skin tone, heavy build and tattoos, I wasn’t the kind of man a kid like Nicole would have gravitated to. But for some reason, she’d been intrigued by me from the get-go and I was more than happy to return her affection.

Even if being around her was both joyous and painful for me at the same time.

“Hey, Seth,” I said as I rose and moved into the house. “Heard you have a big afternoon planned.”

The young man had his hands full with a couple of jackets, a large tote bag slung over his shoulder and a smaller bag that looked packed full of snacks, sippy cups and several carrots.

And I’d never seen him looking happier.

I’d known Seth for less than a year, and while I hadn’t met him before he’d become involved with my boss, Ronan Grisham, it hadn’t taken a genius to know how difficult the young man’s life had been and how much he’d suffered. At the tender age of fourteen, he’d lost both his parents in a brutal home invasion which had also left him severely injured and traumatized. A few months later, his older brother had been stolen away from him when he’d been murdered by a group of homophobic fellow soldiers. Ronan, who’d been in a relationship with Seth’s brother at the time, had been badly injured in the same attack. I didn’t know all the details, but I knew enough that both men hadn’t really started living again until they’d found each other.

And now they had it all and deservedly so. It was clear as day in Seth’s eyes every time he looked at his children or his husband. The same could be said of Ronan.

I was happy for them, though their joy was a near constant reminder of my own loss.

“Yeah,” Seth said with a sigh as he looked at all the stuff in his arms as if trying to make sure he wasn’t missing anything. He looked up at me with a big smile. I liked how he signed even as he spoke so that Nicole could follow the conversation. It was a habit I was trying to remember since I never wanted the little girl to feel left out. “Ronan’s in the study-”

“I’m here,” I heard Ronan interject as he walked towards us. While his eyes were on his husband, I didn’t miss the tension in his frame. I couldn’t help but wonder if his obvious agitation had anything to do with why I was here. I couldn’t tell if Seth had noticed or not, because by the time Ronan reached us, he’d relaxed both his stance and his expression.

“Have fun,” Ronan said as he leaned down to talk to Nicole. “Daddy Seth is going to take lots of pictures for me and I’ll come next time, okay?”

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What happens when Landscape Architect, Devon, meets his sexy new neighbor, ballet dancer, Sebastian? Can one night of pretend romance on Valentine's Day really lead to a lifetime of love?
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Chapter 1

Devon

“Why are you being such a little bitch about this, Seb?”

I paused what I was doing as the angry voice drifted over the back fence. My dog, Kirby, began whining nervously as he paced back and forth in front of the tall, rickety panels.

“Sebastian,” I heard a second voice say quietly… too quietly.

“Do you have any idea how bad you’re going to make me look if you back out now?”

“I can write a check instead—”

“A check? Are you fucking kidding me? You’re the talent, Seb! The only reason most of those people are going tonight is because they were promised a private performance by the great Sebastian DeVille.” The last part of the statement was said with a sneer, then the asshole attached to the nasty voice added, “They don’t know what a spineless whiner you are. You need to just get over yourself, Seb.”

“Rick—” the quiet voice that I assumed belonged to the Sebastian guy began to say, but he was rudely cut off once again. By that point, I’d already moved closer to the six-foot fence, though I had to crouch down a little so my head wouldn’t be seen from the other side.

“Enough,” Asshole snapped. “Don’t push me on this, Seb. I won’t be made a fool of.”

There was a beat of silence and I practically held my breath as I waited to hear what Sebastian would say in response. Kirby came up to seek out the comfort of my hands. I’d gotten the little mixed-breed rescue only a few months earlier and while he was settling in well, raised voices and loud noises were among the many things that still made him anxious.

“Will he be there with you?”

“Jesus fucking Christ!” Asshole snapped. My blood began to boil in my veins.

“Okay, buddy, I need your help,” I whispered to Kirby. The little dog beat his curly tail on the ground, then jumped up to lick my face. “Just be you,” I said to him as I reached for the bottom part of the fence. Most of the wood panels had rotted through their fastenings on the lower part, so it was easy to make a small opening for Kirby. “I’m right behind you,” I said to the dog.

I smiled when Kirby gave me another sloppy kiss, then wiggled through the fence. I was on my feet a second later and striding toward the gate about halfway down the yard. Since the fence was on my property, the latch for the gate was on my side and I hadn’t been good about keeping it locked since the house next door had been vacant for a while.

“Are you serious right now?” Asshole yelled. “Why do you always obsess over shit that doesn’t matter? I explained why I never told you about Darren. I swear, you’re just fucking like him. Always complaining when things don’t go your way—”

Kirby’s well-timed bark cut off the man’s tirade.

Good boy, Kirby.

“What the hell?” Asshole said just as the quiet voice murmured, “Hey, little one, where’d you come from?”

A weird shiver ran over me at the lyrical quality of the man’s voice.

Another bark reminded me that my dog was waiting for me to do my part.

“Kirby,” I called in my best concerned voice. “Kirby, where are you, buddy?”

“He’s here!” I heard the yummy voice call back. “Next door.”

I waited a beat, then opened the fence door and hurried through it like I was in a complete panic. “Oh thank—”

My words got caught in my throat as my eyes settled on the man holding my dog.

“God,” I blurted as I stopped just a few feet from the gorgeous specimen cuddling a very content-looking Kirby in his arms. My dog was licking the man’s cheek.

“He’s okay. I think he managed to sneak through the fence,” the guy said as he looked at me nervously. I felt something stir in my belly when his eyes met mine.

He was beautiful.

Never in my life would I have thought I’d use that word to describe another guy, but nothing else fit. He was several inches shorter than me and not anywhere near as heavily built. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t muscled. That was pretty clear from the skin-tight yoga-style pants he was wearing. His leg muscles were incredibly toned and shapely, giving his lean body plenty of definition. He was wearing some kind of loose-fitting tank top so I could see that his upper half was just as fit as his lower half. His skin was pale and flawless… I didn’t even see a stray body hair or bit of facial scruff on him. His big, dark green eyes were framed by thick black lashes that contrasted heavily against his light skin. There was a tiny hoop earring in his right ear and his black hair was cropped short.

“Yeah, sorry about that,” I managed to get out, though for some reason, I was having trouble pulling my eyes from his. “I should really get that fence fixed.”

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Everything was supposed to go back to normal when I was rescued. It hasn't. And I'm starting to think it never will because I don't even know what normal is anymore... It's been two years since Aleks Silva was rescued by his older brother from the dark underworld of sex trafficking and every day since then has been a battle. Leaving the house, interacting with people, even doing something as boring as deciding what clothes to wear or what to eat for breakfast are tasks that most people take for granted. But for Aleks, they're torture. Because freedom and choice are things that once came at a steep price and survival meant submitting to the whims of those who only saw him as a possession and plaything. Until there was one man who saw him as something more... I knew from the moment I saw him that I was going to get him out. But I also knew once I did, I'd need to let him go... He's known as Vaughn and nothing more. His job is to make sure secrets don't get out and the possessions he's been tasked with guarding never escape and tell their story. After eight years in a world where innocent kids are used to feed the darkest of depravities, Vaughn has seen things that would break even the strongest man. But he's played it smart and built up a wall between himself and the darkness that threatens to consume him. It wasn't until he met a young man who had to be a thousand times stronger to survive the life he was forced into as a child that the first crack appeared in his carefully constructed wall. Vaughn's only job was to make sure young Aleks Silva remained the ugly little secret of one of the most powerful men in Chicago. It was one job he was more than happy to fail at, and when he eliminated the threat against Aleks and set him free, he was sure their paths would never cross again.
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Prologue

Aleks

“Thanks, Aleks! These are definitely getting me out of the doghouse with the missus!”

“You’re welcome, Mr. Dunbar,” I said as I locked the door behind the older man and flipped the Open sign to Closed and drew down the full-length blind that kept people from seeing into the flower shop after hours. I instantly felt more relaxed.

“So much for all the progress you’ve made, Aleks,” I murmured quietly to myself.

Progress? What progress?

I told my inner voice to shut up and reached for my phone. I wasn’t surprised when it rang before I could even unlock it. My brother Dante’s name flashed on the screen, along with the picture of him, his fiancé Magnus, Magnus’s grandson Matty, and Matty’s best friends, Leo and Jamie. The picture had been taken during Matty’s birthday party at our house – the private one.

Because I hadn’t been brave enough to attend the real party he’d had with his friends or the one with the entire family. While Matty definitely hadn’t minded having multiple parties, I knew Dante and Magnus had made special arrangements with Matty’s fathers to give the boy a small party that I could attend that wouldn’t overwhelm me. It had been both humiliating and a relief. Because I’d wanted to celebrate Matty’s birthday with him, but it was pathetic that after two years of trying to adjust to my new life, I still couldn’t do something as nonthreatening as attend a family gathering that would have more than a handful of people at it.

And not just any people, but ones who knew about my past and were always respectful of my boundaries.

“I’m leaving in a few minutes,” I said before Dante could say anything.

“Let me guess, you stayed open late for Mr. Dunbar again. What did he do this time?”

I smiled. “He used one of Mrs. Dunbar’s favorite vases as a hole for putting practice.” I didn’t actually know what that meant, but as someone who understood how much Mrs. Dunbar loved her flowers and the vases she put them in, the fact that Mr. Dunbar had even touched one of the vases, let alone used it for a purpose other than it was intended for, explained why Mr. Dunbar had been forced to go for one of the more expensive arrangements today.

“Idiot,” Dante muttered. “Why don’t I come get you?” Dante asked. “If I leave now, I can be there in fifteen minutes.”

I was more than tempted to take my brother up on the offer but doing so would be yet another step backward for me.

“No, it’s okay. I… I want to take the bus.”

I really didn’t, but most of the things I did these days were less about what I wanted to do and more about what I needed to do.

Dante was silent for a moment, no doubt torn between encouraging me and trying to change my mind. I wasn’t the only one who’d been rattled by the abduction of my friend, Caleb, three days earlier. I’d been with the young man when some men from his past had shown up at the small park we’d been at. Caleb and his infant daughter had come with me to support me as I’d tried to work on being around a crowd of people. I’d done pretty well at Caleb’s brother’s wedding a couple of weeks earlier, so I’d been feeling confident that I could somehow magically handle being around a large group of complete strangers.

I’d been a mess.

But I’d managed not to flee.

Until Caleb had spotted a man who’d been hunting him. Caleb had shoved his daughter, Willa, into my arms and had told me to go into the nearest shop and call for help. He’d then taken off to lead the men away. It had been a horrific situation, but fortunately my brother and Caleb’s boyfriend, Jace, had been able to find him.

The whole thing had set me back quite a bit, and it had undoubtedly given Dante a scare too. It had all been too reminiscent of my own abduction twelve years earlier when I’d been eight and Dante had been sixteen. Dante had been with me when I’d been taken from a mall and he’d spent nearly every moment since then looking for me.

Despite knowing the reasons I’d been taken, I had no doubt that Dante had been shocked by what he’d found when he’d shown up at a mansion just outside Chicago one night to rescue me.

I could still remember the events of that night as if they’d happened yesterday, instead of a little over two years ago. Dante and Magnus had watched in horror as I’d followed the command I’d been given to strip and bend over a desk. I hadn’t even hesitated to do as I’d been told.

Because it was all I’d known.

Show this man what you are…

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Advertisement Discovering Daisy Read Online Sloane Kennedy (The Protectors #11.5) http://www.books2020.com/discovering-daisy-read-online-sloane-kennedy Sat, 08 Apr 2017 01:57:33 +0000 http://www.test123.demo2.xyz/discovering-daisy-read-online-sloane-kennedy Genre: BDSM, Erotic, M-M Romance, Romance Authors: Sloane Kennedy Series: The Protectors Series by Sloane Kennedy
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At nearly forty years old, Cash Malloy has accepted that the lifestyle he and Sage, his partner both in life and on the job, live isn’t normal but is what both men need to escape the darkness of their pasts. But he also knows that Sage’s wounds run much deeper than his own and that there will come a day where what Cash can give Sage isn’t enough anymore. And after meeting the young woman Sage has become enamored with, Cash knows that day is closer than ever. At twenty-one, Daisy Washburne has found a new life working for an underground vigilante group. To the men she works with, she’s Daisy, IT girl extraordinaire, but in the silence of her apartment she’s just awkward, quiet, weird Daisy whose computer is her best friend and whose only link to the outside world are the voices of the men she’s trying really hard not to think of as family. But it’s one voice on the other end of the phone in particular that calls to her like no other and eases just a little bit of the loneliness that has consumed her since losing her mother to a brutal act of violence. In order to survive, Sage Brighton has had to learn how to be two different people. To most of the world, he’s happy-go-lucky, flirty, easy-going Sage. But to the one man who knows him better than anyone else, and yet still doesn’t really know who he is, Sage sees himself as nothing more than a fucked-up mess who takes more than he gives. Life without Cash isn’t even a possibility for Sage, but he can’t deny the pull young Daisy Washburne has had on him from the moment he hears her voice for the first time. Only in the deepest recesses of his mind does Sage allow for a world in which he can have both Cash and Daisy at the same time. Fortunately for Sage, the lines between fantasy and reality are miles apart – almost a thousand miles to be exact, since Daisy doesn’t live anywhere near Cash and Sage’s home in the Ozarks. But when a chance encounter between Daisy, Cash and Sage in a motel just outside Seattle changes everything, the demons from Sage’s past threaten to derail the life he and Cash have built together. When circumstances bring the trio back together, Cash sees an opportunity to give Sage what he needs, even if it costs Cash everything he’s ever wanted. Only, he soon finds that Sage isn’t the only one drawn to the quiet young woman who’s good at being invisible. And he can’t help but wonder if maybe the key to saving Sage isn’t about Sage choosing who can give him a normal life. Because maybe normal isn’t enough. Just like maybe one love isn’t enough… for any of them.
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Chapter 1

Cash

“It was a nice ceremony, wasn’t it?”

I spared Sage a glance before turning on the road that would lead to the small motel just a few miles from our hosts’ home. I didn’t respond, since I knew Sage wasn’t actually looking for a response. And because I knew he hadn’t gotten to the subject he was itching to discuss.

Daisy.

Sweet, young and oh-so-innocent Daisy.

She hadn’t been at all what I’d been expecting. Of course, I hadn’t really been expecting anything since Sage was the one who had a borderline obsession with the young woman. It was probably something that should have bothered me more than it did, but there was one thing I knew about Sage better than anyone else.

Of all the qualities Sage Brighton possessed – his humor, his never-ending need to flirt, his boldness – he was, above all else, loyal to his core. It was one of the many things that had drawn me to him when we’d worked our first case together. That and his stunning good looks. The man hadn’t been anything like the guys I typically went for, but then again, there was nothing typical about Sage. His red-orange hair and hazel eyes shouldn’t have been a combination that worked, but it most certainly did. His hearty laugh, incessant drive, and unflappable focus, along with his need to protect those who were weaker than himself, had drawn me in almost immediately after we’d first explored our off-the-charts chemistry. But it was his ability to smile despite everything that had happened in his young life that had made me realize that my connection to Sage went well beyond attraction and sexual compatibility.

Above all else, though, it had been his acceptance of what I’d needed from our relationship that had made me realize I was so deeply in love with the man that I no longer knew how to look at us as two separate entities anymore. And I had no doubt that my feelings were returned, though I was going on instinct rather than concrete proof.

Which was how I knew that, despite his obsession with Ronan’s young IT girl, Sage was mine and always would be.

It was another five minutes before Sage finally got around to saying, “So Daisy wasn’t what I expected.”

I smiled to myself but kept my expression neutral.

“How so?” I asked, though I knew very well what he meant. We’d both made assumptions about the young woman after we’d talked to her on the phone and after Sage had managed to coax some tidbits of information out of her, giving us some insight into her life.

For starters, she was young… very young. At nearly forty myself, I knew I was almost twenty years her senior. I’d felt like an old man after pursuing Sage who was twelve years younger than me, but with Daisy I’d positively be a lecher.

With Daisy?

What the hell was I even thinking?

Despite her youth, the young woman seemed to be very much alone in this world, though technically as an employee of Ronan Grisham, she would never really be alone. Sage himself was pretty talented when it came to computers and he’d managed to dig up some information on the girl who, up until today, we’d only ever heard through the muffled speaker of a cell phone. The product of a single mother, Daisy had been left alone in the world three years earlier after her mother had been raped and murdered by two men who’d frequented the restaurant the woman had worked at. Daisy had barely been eighteen at the time and instead of trying to figure out how to move forward without the guidance of the one constant in her life, she’d gone seeking vengeance.

And she’d nearly paid for it with her life.

It was information Sage had found when he and Maverick “Mav” James had been helping Ronan sort through some of the files left by the previous IT resource, Benny. There’d been a file on Daisy, and Sage had studied it incessantly until he’d pieced together the facts. Daisy Washburne had once been a client of Ronan’s underground vigilante group, but somehow, she’d managed to join it. It didn’t take a genius to determine that her skills with a computer had gotten her the gig.

I guessed that it was the combination of Daisy’s vulnerability, talent, and drive that had caught Sage’s interest. The fact that she’d rebuffed his shameless attempts to flirt with her had likely been the reason he’d grown increasingly obsessed with the woman.

And I had to admit, I was finding myself more and more intrigued by the young hacker. And the fact that she looked nothing like the skinny goth girl I’d imagined did nothing but stir my interest.

With her long chestnut hair, curvy figure, and heart-shaped face, I’d been hard-pressed not to let Sage have a go at her.

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Advertisement Shattered Read Online Sloane Kennedy (The Protectors #11) http://www.books2020.com/shattered-11-read-online-sloane-kennedy Thu, 02 Mar 2017 13:57:33 +0000 http://www.test123.demo2.xyz/shattered-11-read-online-sloane-kennedy Genre: Angst, Crime, Gay, GLBT, M-M Romance, Romance Authors: Sloane Kennedy Series: The Protectors Series by Sloane Kennedy
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I failed Caleb once because I was a coward. And he ended up paying the price. Never again... Ten years of war and the loss of nearly his entire family have left thirty-four-year-old former sniper, Jace Christenson, with nothing to come home to. And he prefers it that way. Life consists of his work in an underground vigilante group, the near-constant search for the last remaining link to who he used to be, and a string of meaningless sexual encounters that serve only one purpose... to make it easier to not feel anything anymore. But when Jace gets the call that the young man he saved two years earlier has gone missing, he's forced to deal with the truth he's been trying to deny from the moment he laid eyes on Caleb Cortano. That the young man is so very much more than just the exception to all his rules... You know how if something shatters when it breaks, there's no way to find all the pieces to put it back like it once was? Maybe sometimes it's better not to even try... Nineteen-year-old Caleb Cortano has been barely hanging onto his sanity in the two years since the truth about his father's depravities came to light. A victim of the man's crimes himself, Caleb has only managed to find any semblance of peace when he's in the presence of the man who saved him once before. But when he finally comes to accept that Jace Christenson wants nothing to do with someone who's shattered beyond repair, Caleb finds another way to seek solace from the pain inside.
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Prologue

Jace

“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” I muttered seconds after my phone began ringing. A glance at the clock on my nightstand showed that I’d been asleep for less than twenty minutes. I was half tempted to ignore the damn thing, but something deep in my gut twisted with uncertainty. I’d learned long ago not to ignore the odd sensation. My grandmother had always assured me it was just the gypsy blood running through my veins, but I suspected it had more to do with the years I’d spent learning how to read my uncle’s moods so it would be easier to dodge his fists. It had served me well in the military many years later and had saved my life on more than one occasion, so I wasn’t about to cast it aside in favor of some much-needed sleep.

I fumbled for the phone as I pulled myself to an upright position and swung my legs over the side of the bed. I glanced at the caller ID and saw that it was my boss, Memphis Wheland. My plan had been to call him in the morning to let him know I was ready to be put back into the rotation, but the fact that he was calling me this late meant he likely already had a job for me.

“Yeah,” I said into the phone as I searched out the light switch on my nightstand.

“Jace?”

“Yeah, what’s up?” I asked as I wiped at my eyes. It had been almost thirty-six hours since I’d last slept, but the adrenaline was already kicking in as my body began to anticipate the job he’d be assigning me. Between work and my countless trips overseas, I’d been killing myself lately, but it hadn’t been without purpose.

It was the only thing that helped me forget the pain-filled blue eyes that had been etched into my brain for nearly two years now.

Please… help me.

I flinched as the hoarse voice filtered through my brain.

He’s fine. You got him out of there, I reminded myself.

“Caleb’s gone.”

My stomach dropped out at Memphis’s words.

“What?” I asked, my voice sounding like I’d swallowed a handful of broken glass.

“He’s been missing since yesterday morning.”

“Jesus,” I muttered as I climbed to my feet. “What happened?”

Memphis sighed. “I take it you haven’t been watching the news.”

“No,” I said. “I’ve been… busy,” I added lamely, though the word didn’t even begin to describe the shit storm I’d been dealing with these last few weeks… years, actually.

“The trial against Caleb’s father started last week. Eli’s case.”

I knew exactly what he was talking about, and I automatically sat back down on the bed as memories of the young man came flooding back to me. I’d met Eli Galvez nearly two years earlier when I’d been asked by my then-boss, Ronan Grisham, the head of the underground vigilante group I worked for, to check on Eli’s stepbrother who’d been institutionalized in a psychiatric hospital. My plan had just been to make sure young Caleb Cortano was okay when I’d broken into the hospital and disguised myself as an orderly. I’d found Caleb strapped to a bed, drugged to the gills and scared to death. I’d tried to convince myself the treatment must have been necessary for whatever mental problems he’d been dealing with, but the second he’d turned his terrified blue eyes in my direction, I’d known something wasn’t right. A single tear had rolled down his cheek and I’d been reaching for the restraint on his wrist before he’d even whispered the words that still haunted me.

Please… help me.

Everything had changed from that moment going forward.

Two days after I’d gotten Caleb out of there, I’d been sitting across from Eli and Maverick “Mav” James – another one of Ronan’s operatives who also happened to be Eli’s lover – explaining to young Eli that I’d watched several videos of him being brutally raped by his stepfather, Jack Cortano, Caleb’s father. As if that hadn’t been bad enough, I’d discovered multiple videos of Caleb and his older brother, Nick, being repeatedly sexually assaulted by their own father as well.

Jack had been arrested on multiple charges, but the district attorney had decided to start with Eli’s case first.

“What happened?” I asked, my heart in my throat.

“The judge threw out the videos on a technicality.”

I swallowed hard as I shook my head. How the fuck was that even possible? There’d been no question what had been happening in those videos and who the parties involved had been.

“Did Eli testify?” I asked. I knew that had always been the plan, though the videos alone should have been enough to prove that Jack had raped a then sixteen-year-old Eli.

“He did. It was…”

The fact that Memphis didn’t finish the statement pretty much answered the question for me. My heart broke for Eli and Mav. I stiffened as I realized where Memphis was going with this.

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Advertisement Unexpected Read Online Sloane Kennedy (The Protectors #10) http://www.books2020.com/unexpected-10-read-online-sloane-kennedy Sun, 19 Feb 2017 13:57:33 +0000 http://www.test123.demo2.xyz/unexpected-10-read-online-sloane-kennedy Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, Drama, Erotic, Gay, GLBT, M-M Romance, Romance, Suspense Authors: Sloane Kennedy Series: The Protectors Series by Sloane Kennedy
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I finally had the chance at a perfect life when I met the man I was supposed to be with. But he’s gone and chances like that don’t come along twice in one lifetime. Right? Former president Everett Shaw had his whole life laid out for him from the time he was a child and he lived out every expectation to complete and utter perfection… until he met the one man who changed everything. With plans to leave public life behind after finishing his term in office, Everett was looking forward to a quiet life with the man of his dreams at his side. But one brutal act of violence stole that bright future away, leaving Everett struggling just to get through each day. A decade later finds Everett nearing the age of sixty and living a shell of a life. Haunted by his loss, he finds solace in his roses and evenings sitting in front of the television. But when his estranged son is horribly injured while saving the life of another, Everett leaves everything behind in the hopes of mending the broken relationship and helping his son heal in more ways than one. My job is to protect and there are rules that have to be followed. Even if there weren’t, I wouldn’t risk letting anyone close… not again. TRIGGER WARNING: This book as a couple of triggers. You can check out what they are by downloading the sample or using the "Look Inside" feature and scrolling to the appropriate page. Note that reading the trigger warnings could cause spoilers. Can be read as a standalone novel. **The Protectors series crosses over with some of my other series, so for the most enjoyment, they should be read in order, but it is not required. You can find the correct reading order at the beginning of each book. I've also bundled all my series in the correct reading order under the title of A Family Chosen: The Protectors and Barrettis.
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Everett

Thirteen Years Earlier

“It’s an honor, Mr. President.”

The silky-smooth voice slid through me like the finest whiskey and all I could do was stare at the large hand that was extended in my direction. I tried to draw in a gulp of air as I suddenly felt light-headed.

What the hell is happening to me?

I was dimly aware of the fact that we weren’t alone, but we might as well have been the last two people on earth – his hold on me was that absolute. I was inarguably the most powerful man in the world, but I couldn’t stop shaking and I was sure I was going to fucking pass out from the lack of oxygen.

God, he was beautiful.

There was just no other way to describe him.

Closely cropped black hair, dark blue eyes, heavily built body that filled out his uniform.

His uniform…

God, right, because he was a fucking soldier.

In the military that I commanded.

And not just any solider, but my son’s commanding officer.

Oh, and of course, he was a goddamn man. What the ever-loving hell was wrong with me?

“The honor’s mine, Colonel St. James,” I somehow managed to get out as I reached for his hand.

And immediately regretted it.

Because that one touch – that sensation of his rough, warm skin sliding over mine answered every question I’d ever had about myself – every question I’d tried to sweep under the rug since I’d been a little boy and my mother had grabbed my arm in a painful hold and dragged me away from my own birthday party and into a darkened corner of the house after she’d caught me and my best friend, Joseph, holding hands after I’d blown out the candles on my cake. My mother had forced me to my knees right there in her sewing room and then she’d dropped to her own next to me and we’d done the only thing that she’d said could save me from eternal damnation.

We’d prayed.

And prayed.

And prayed.

My knees had hurt so badly I could barely climb to my feet by the time my father had come looking for us to ask why there were half a dozen twelve-year-olds running around the house unattended. I couldn’t remember what my mother had told him, but thankfully she hadn’t told him about Joseph.

Because my father’s response would have been so much more painful than bruised knees.

Joseph had gone away after that, but the feelings he’d stirred in me hadn’t. And no amount of prayer or my father’s heavy hand would have been able to make me forget the spark of energy that had flowed through me so strongly that I’d finally felt truly alive for the first time in my life.

The spark that had nothing on the current inferno of need that was pulsing just beneath the surface of my skin as the man held my hand in his, long after he should have released it.

Or maybe after I should have released his.

I didn’t really know.

“Pierce,” was all the man said.

I couldn’t call him by his first name. I just couldn’t. But that was exactly what I did.

“Pierce,” I whispered. A small smile of satisfaction slid across his beautiful lips and my entire body went tight with desire.

Right there in the fucking hospital room where my twenty-one-year-old son was recovering from wounds he’d sustained in an insurgent ambush. My only saving grace was that Reese was asleep and my wife was off somewhere hassling the staff about our son’s room not being on the side of the hospital that overlooked the large man-made pond and nicely landscaped grounds.

But that didn’t mean we were alone.

I quickly dropped Pierce’s hand and glanced over my shoulder at my perpetual shadow, Grady.

William Grady was one of the Secret Service agents who’d been assigned to me shortly after I’d taken on the role of vice president. He’d been the only agent to transition to the team protecting me when I won the presidency eight years later.

Grady’s eyes weren’t actually on me and Pierce, but I knew that didn’t mean anything. The man was trained to see things even when he wasn’t looking. I knew that fact should freak me the fuck out, but for some reason it didn’t. Maybe because I knew Grady would take anything he knew about me – and he knew a lot – to the grave with him.

Or maybe it was because his presence meant I couldn’t do what I’d been trained to do practically from birth.

Pretend.

I returned my gaze to Pierce and then dropped my eyes to his hands, which he had pressed together in front of him.

“Mr. President—”

“Everett,” I said without thinking as Pierce’s voice washed over me like the gentlest of caresses.

Fuck, what the hell? I couldn’t let him call me by my first name. It was beyond inappropriate. I was this man’s superior. There were rules to be followed…

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Memphis At thirty-four years old, ex-DEA agent Memphis Wheland has lived, loved and lost…everything. The ultimate betrayal by the man he gave everything to has left Memphis with no family, no career and a bone deep bitterness that refuses to release him from its icy grip. His work with an underground vigilante organization is the only light in his otherwise bleak existence. That and the occasional no-strings hookup with men whose only focus in that moment, and for as long as Memphis wants them, is him and only him. No clingy exes, no unrequited love, no relationship drama. Period. Because Memphis has one rule that he won’t break for anyone or anything. He doesn’t share. Ever. Now if only someone had told that to the young man who would come into his life in the most unexpected way… Brennan With his entire life ahead of him, graduate student Brennan Devereaux wasn’t expecting it to change in the blink of an eye. But when a case of mistaken identity nearly costs Brennan his life, it isn’t just his future that’s about to change, but his past too. Because for years he’s been in love with a young man who only sees him as a friend and nothing more. And while he was content to love Tristan Barretti from afar, he hadn’t expected to be drawn to the mysterious stranger who saved his life and changed it with a simple promise.
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vengeance

noun ven·geance,\’ven-jən(t)s\

the desire for revenge.

Prologue

Memphis

I hadn’t expected to find him alone, especially considering the seemingly enormous family he had. But the combination of the late hour and the fact that doctors had assured his older brother and the man’s husband that the young man would make a complete recovery, had probably played a role in the fact that no one lingered around his hospital bed or was trying to awkwardly sleep in one of the small guest chairs in the room. The floor was also quiet and the two nurses sitting at the nurses’ station only paused briefly in their conversation to give me a polite nod. Even though it was well after visiting hours, I had no doubt that the young man’s powerful family meant that not all the rules necessarily applied to him or to the family of which he was a part. And the nurses likely thought I was a member of that family.

I wasn’t.

Family was a luxury I’d lost a long time ago. And I had no desire to get it back.

The room was dim, but there was a little bit of light above the bed, presumably so the nurses could do their work without having to turn on the overhead lights and wake their patient.

As I moved closer to the bed, I felt the knot of anxiety in my belly ease as I watched his relaxed breathing.

So different to what it had been less than twenty-four hours ago.

I’d seen the young man before I’d met him yesterday, but I’d been limited to marveling over his beautiful features with just a couple of photographs as I’d done my recon on the Barretti family. And even though he wasn’t technically a Barretti, he’d been included in my research because of his close association with the subject of our case, Eli Galvez.

Eli had become the lover of one of my team members, and I and the rest of the team had been charged with trying to figure out if Eli was in danger after he’d been physically assaulted by his stepfather, as well as experiencing a random break-in attempt at his apartment a few days later that we hadn’t been sure had been all that random. And while I’d only come to Seattle to meet with our vigilante group’s founder, Ronan Grisham, about taking over the day-to-day duties of running the team so he could focus on returning to a career in medicine, I’d had no issue with helping to figure out if Eli was truly in danger or not.

Which was how I’d crossed paths with the young man in the hospital bed.

Brennan.

His name was Brennan.

Even though I’d been mesmerized by Brennan’s stark beauty from the moment I’d laid eyes on his picture, I hadn’t made any plans to interact with him despite my intense longing to hear what his voice sounded like, to feel his touch, to tease his perfect lips and drink down his sweet taste. No, I had more self-control than that. There were plenty of hot guys around for the quick fuck I occasionally needed…some were even worth a second one. But I had no need to seek them out. They came to me.

Perhaps that made me an arrogant son of a bitch, but facts were facts. I never lacked for male company if I wanted it.

I just rarely wanted it.

Until now.

I’d just pulled my car to a stop outside Eli’s apartment the day before when I’d seen the young man who’d haunted my dreams the previous night getting out of a vintage Mustang that had appeared to be in the process of being restored. Brennan had been behind the wheel of the sleek car and when he’d climbed out, I’d nearly swallowed my tongue at how even more stunning he was in real life than on film. He’d pulled a huge Rottweiler from the back seat of the car and I’d instantly suspected the animal belonged to Eli.

Brennan hadn’t noticed me sitting in my car as he’d crossed the street and walked to Eli’s apartment, which was near the back of a converted house and was accessed via a set of stairs alongside the house. The way Brennan had moved with easy grace and the slight smile on his face as he’d talked to the big dog had done something to me. I’d had no idea what, but whatever it was, I hadn’t been able to take my eyes off of him until he’d disappeared inside the apartment.

And then all hell had broken loose.

I’d been out of my car and running within a second of hearing the gunshot ring out and instead of feeling cool and calm like I usually did when I was headed directly into danger, all I’d felt was a stark fear that I’d be too late. The scene inside of the apartment when I’d gotten up the stairs had been chaotic and I’d registered several things all at once.

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