Who
Wants Hunky Men?
Silly question, I know. We all do! My MM series,
Uniform Encounters is all about hunky men in uniform. The stories all take
place in Mesa, Arizona, and involve different uniformed men in varying
professions – or should I say – positions! Even though this is a series, each
book can be read as a standalone. Book 2
- Arresting Behaviour – will be out everywhere June 21st. But
you can download it from the publisher for an extra 10% off, and read it before
it comes out – how cool is that? Click on the link after the excerpt to get
your copy now.
(Insert Teaser Graphic)
Native
American Quinn and Detective Jake come from two opposing worlds. But when
opposites attract, the result is explosive.
Hot Excerpt
He was in dangerous
territory by staying alone with the man at his place. There couldn’t be any
nonsense going on between them. Besides, Quinn hadn’t exactly invited him over,
he had just barged his way in. Now he was feeling foolish. Had he overstepped
his boundaries? It was just that he’d been so upset when Quinn had told him
about the previous night—a knot of fear had settled in his stomach at the
thought of that sick bastard being alone with Quinn, touching him, getting
ready to do God-knows-what.
He would be completely
professional. He was only there to keep watch. That was it.
It was going to be a long night.
He also needed to head
to the station early in the morning to make sure that the whole poetry night
sting was set, and brief the lieutenant on his progress. Plus, he had to follow
up on the list Quinn had given him of previous partners. He couldn’t just
remain glued to Quinn’s side, even if that did seem like a nice idea.
Down boy.
He could feel a
stirring in his jeans, and wasn’t sure all the resolve in the world would help
him if he were to arrive at Quinn’s place with a hard-on.
They got there ten
minutes later, and Jake felt he had himself under control. It was a gorgeous
starry night, and he marvelled at the display in the sky this far out from the
city lights. That was one of his favourite things about the desert—everything
seemed much purer out there.
He jumped out of his
truck as Quinn languidly got out of his car then walked towards him. He had the
briefest sensation the man was going to punch him or something, because his
pace quickened and he moved with such intent. The light from the waning full
moon illuminated Quinn’s graceful and sexy form as he drew nearer. Just as he
got to him, Quinn reached out, grabbed the back of Jake’s head and clamped his
mouth onto Jake’s lips.
His breath was
startled right out of him, but all he could do was melt against Quinn’s muscled
body, and reach up to twine his fingers in the man’s glorious mane of hair.
This was exactly what he wasn’t supposed to be doing, but all reason and sanity
had disappeared once Quinn had locked lips with his.
There was nothing
polite or reserved in the kiss. It was raw and feral, and everything Jake had
dreamt it would be. They used their hands everywhere on each other’s body, as
Quinn continued to plunder Jake’s mouth. He felt himself being guided towards
Quinn’s front door. At some point, Quinn managed to get it open—no lock as he’d
said—and they stumbled inside, still tangled up with each other. Quinn kept
pushing Jake farther in, and he began to feel the smallest stirrings of
concern.
It’s not right. I shouldn’t—not yet.
Available now for 10% off at the publisher:
Friend her on facebook, or follow her @morticiaknight on twitter.
No comments:
Post a Comment