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Bending Nature: A Different Kind of Vampire Novel by Samantha Stone

11/27/2015

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Synopsis: Julie Sparks thinks life as a teen is difficult, but she didn't realize just how bizarre life would be once three men in Armani suits storm into the museum where she works and try to steal Michael, a famous, winged statue. When one of the men starts to hurt Julie, the statue breaks apart, revealing a beautiful, pale teen. He rips them apart. 

Despite how terrified Julie was with how easily Michael killed those men, she falls for his charm and beauty. More men come for Michael. The mystery turns into conspiracy. Julie is in too deep now. She must do everything in her power to not only save her friends and family, but the whole world. 

Review: So, it's a bit hard to do a type of a vampire that hasn't been done. Well, this author has done it. Michael is a vampire, one with wings which is interesting. Not only that, he's a prince, and vampires aren't from this world. They're a different species, more advanced, and of course feed on blood. Get weird when the vamps decide to come to high school all in an elaborate and twisted plan to take over and save the world. And Julie has her place in it all, which became obvious once certain things were mentioned but still it works. Doesn't seem like the story is done, but it's not exactly a cliffhanger ending either. It's different and I like it. It's a book that fits more in the new adult category as while sex is mentioned or hinted at, there aren't any graphic scenes which makes sense being that Julie is only seventeen, as are most of her friends. Nonetheless, an interesting take on an old concept


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Post Thanksgiving Blog.....there's a lot to say

11/27/2015

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Been a while since I've done a personal blog to keep you updated. Figured I'd do one now while I can't sleep. 

So, Thanksgiving day isn't the type of day for me that it is for everyone else. I didn't ask to spend it with anyone else, and no one asked me. I'm perfectly ok with this. I made myself a large dinner which I will be eating on for the next week, and I'm good with that. But the highlight of my day was watching a movie on Netflix. I found the movie The Skinny, which has Jussie Smollett in it. In case you didn't know, I have a major celebrity crush on him. The movie is great. He plays a guy named Magnus who's reuniting with college friends for New York's Gay Pride event. He's dating a guy named Ryan. His friends are Langston (lesbian),  Sebastian (the innocent virgin), Joey (the gay sarcastic bitch that you end up loving anyway for his flaws), and Kyle (the ho). Sebastian is in love with Kyle and saving himself. Langston is many things, gorgeous, a med student with rich parents, and very sure of what he wants. Also, Ryan isn't what he seems, and the friends find him on a dating site. He's actually a porn star and has shot scenes in Magnus' aparentment. Fucked up, right?  It gets dramatic. Let me shorten this up, Kyle is the biggest jerk on the planet, Sebastian is too damn sweet for his own good, and Langston is a lot like me, except he's rich and I'm definitely not. Langston and Sebastian are the two that go through the most pain to me. Langston and Joey are just insecure. Sebastian is in love with Kyle, who is, in my terms, an asshole of the worst kind. He plays with Sebastian but doesn't seem to understand what he's doing to the guy. Comes to a head when they take a pill in the club and Kyle leaves the very innocent Sebastian alone, where he is then date raped by two other guys. That part, by the way, breaks my heart.

But it's the ending that really stuck with me. Kyle leaves early (guilt ridden but i still think he's an ass) and on the way out to the taxi to take the friends to the airport, Magnus and Sebastian have a conversation, since Magnus is the one to come help Sebastian after the date rape incident. Sebastian is a strong one (seriously love this character so hard) and he tells Magnus a line that I've heard a lot and it just sticks in my spirit. He tells him "Don't settle for anything or anyone." He's referring to Ryan, but those words really stick with me because it's been a lesson I've had to learn the hard way too. Don't settle for a person that constantly hurts you thinking that you won't find anyone better, or won't find anyone that doesn't do those things. Don't settle for the person that's making themselves available just because no one else immediately steps up. Don't settle for work you hate, don't settle for mistreatment. Just don't settle. That one line won me over more than anything in the movie (It is a great movie and i loved all of it, I'm just saying that line is what I take away from it).

Now that I've been all philosophical for a minute, let's talk about what you know me for, the books. Starting with the Coven's second book. Allow me to just say, right now, I'm having issues with Dion and Talis. Not in getting the story written. No, I mean that they are emotional as fuck. I knew Dion had some insecurities, being the formerly straight guy who's gay for Talis only. yeah, he has some issues. He's going to question if he does things right and if Talis really wants him. But Talis has a shit ton of insecurity I didn't expect to be revealed. Add to that the drama of Dion having trouble controlling his incubus nature and Talis having issues with his fey side, along with a demon going after children and you have the fun stuff that is my life writing the second book. 

Journeys, is a lot. Can't go into too much detail but let's just say Landon's life is exceptionally difficult for no real reason other than that he is a reincarnated fey warrior with unbelievable power and a whole lot of enemies. Guy can't catch a break from tragedy. Reminds me, yes, I'm working to get the first book out, but look for it in January (I hope).

Can't forget The Dragon's Secrets, the next book in the original series, the Dragon Hunters. That's how most of you probably got hooked on me. I know what's going on with it. It's just a lot to write to cover the big parts of Andreas' history that haven't been covered. He might not be finished til later next year. Which sucks because the next book after his is hammering away at my head. The next book, in case you didn't know, will be titled Adonis. Yes, Adonis has more to tell. And boy oh boy will that one be a roller coaster. I'd apologize, but blame the characters for that. Adonis, Brandon, and Phil went their own way in the second book instead of the way they were supposed to go. Let's just say all of that will really get wrapped up in the Adonis book.

Also, if you have not checked out my story for the MM Romance Group on Goodreads, please do, and leave a review for me. I need more reviews (actual review, not just ratings). Link below

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/27207402-olin-s-sacrifice
MM Romance group site to download: ​http://www.mmromancegroup.com/olins-sacrifice-by-drako/
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November 25th, 2015

11/25/2015

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Synopsis: For the first time in three years, Aya is finally free, but with his freedom comes the pain of all he’s lost. Seeing Akad and Marduk together makes him realize how badly he has messed up. By betraying Marduk, he ruined his chance with the one god he desires more than anything.

Aya needs time to heal and put his world back together, but the trial against the Order looms over him. As the trial begins, Akad, Marduk, and Aya are ensnared in a web of jealousy, backstabbing, and cut-throat politics. Were they crazy to think they could stand up to the Order? If the gods of the Order can still rip their lives apart, their chances of receiving justice may be next to impossible. But if they fail to bring the Order down, Aya may never truly be free.

Content Advisory: Graphic violence, abuse, & dub-con.

Review: So, once I got this, I couldn't wait to read it. And I didn't really. The first book was amazing, and this book was just as amazing. I flew through it. So, I have a new love for Marduk. I have to sympathize with him. The guy can't catch a break. Even though he ends up with Akad, Akad is a supreme god and must take a wife. In addition to that, they're working to take down the order, which means they have to help Aya. A hitch is thrown in as they head to trial, in that the younger and weaker gods, i.e Marduk and Aya, can't resist the power of Siren, the head of the council and in order to move must have sex with another god. And of course the Order isn't willing to just lie down and take their punishment. Aya's past is revealed, and the reason he ends up connected to Seth originally. Aya is a dream god, and while he isn't all powerful, he does have significant power and finally starts using it. I absolutely must read the third book whenever it's out. I couldn't put it down


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It's a Long Way to the Top: An erotic rock 'n' roll romance (Acts of Insanity Book 1) by Cherry Cox

11/25/2015

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Synopsis: Everyone has secrets; some even have secrets they keep from themselves. 

Los Angeles, 1985. Jackson 'Jax' Reed is the lead guitarist of Acts of Insanity, a hard rock band forging its place on the Sunset Strip. 

After firing his lead singer, and with a showcase gig for record executives just a few weeks away, Jax is forced to find a new frontman - fast. 

When Harley Moore walks in to audition for the gig, the secret that Jax is desperately trying to keep hidden, even from himself, begins to unravel and threaten everything that he and the band have worked for. 

Can Jax keep his secret hidden? Can he keep his growing love for Harley a secret? Or will his need for love and acceptance threaten everything he's worked so hard to create? 

It's a Long Way to the Top is the first book in the Acts of Insanity series. You won't want to put down this raw and sexy exploration into the landscape of 80s rock 'n' roll.

Review: So this book was definitely interesting. Have to remember this book takes place in the 80s, so you have to overlook some colossally bad decisions to get into the story. Jax is a junkie, there's no other way to put it. He has a band and is on the verge of a record deal, but he has a secret. He's actually gay. Maybe bi, since he does have sex with women, but he clearly prefers men and has elected to live in the closet in order to further his career. Harley seems hetero, then gay, then hetero again. There's an attraction there but Harley has a past that makes him less likely to engage with another man. Most of the rest of the band is cool, but there is one huge homophobe in the group for unexplained reasons. The ending is a cliffhanger, I suppose, but I kind of don't like where it ended. The story itself is good and I'd certainly read the next one 

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If Only In My Dreams by Keira Andrews

11/25/2015

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Synopsis: To be home for Christmas, they must bridge the distance between them.

Charlie Yates is desperate. It’s almost Christmas and his flight home from college has been delayed. For days. Charlie promised his little sister Ava he’d be home for her first holiday season since going into remission from leukemia. Now he’s stuck on the opposite coast and someone else grabbed the last rental car. Someone he hasn’t even spoken to in four years. Someone who broke his heart.

Gavin Bloomberg’s childhood friendship with Charlie ended overnight after a day of stolen kisses. With years of resentment between them, they don’t want to be in the same room together, let alone a car. But for Ava’s sake, Gavin agrees to share the rental and drive across the country together.

As they face unexpected bumps along the road, can Charlie and Gavin pave the way to a future together?

Review: ​Interesting story here. You have two guys with a strange grudge against each other since high school. It really stems from a misunderstanding and Gavin's fear of being who he is due to some horrible advice from his father. It's an act of chance that brings them back together to make a trip across country, and Gavin agrees mainly because of Ava. Still, it's a long trip across country and eventually the truth has to come out. Fear is what has kept them apart, and eventually they have to work it all out. Thankfully, we get a nice ending here, and I found the story quite cute and engaging.

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Cover Reveal: A Man in Uniform Bundle

11/16/2015

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​Authors:  Brenda Cothern, H.L. Holston & Eleanor Bruce, Whitley Gray, E.M. Leya, Ethan Stone, Sara York

Title:   Uniform: A Man in Uniform MM Bundle
Release Date:  November 30, 2015
Genre:  M/M
Tags:  Military, Seal, Cop, Police, bundle, gay, GLBT
Heat Level (1 being no sexual content, 5 being erotica): 4
Pairing (Male/Female, Male/Male, Female/Female, Ménage): Male/Male
Length: 198 pdf pages
Purchase Links (Publisher site, Goodreads, Amazon, etc…):
https://www.goodreads.com/review/new/27389167-uniform


Book Blurb

Meet the men in uniform. These are everyday men who put on a uniform and become our heroes. Through good times and bad, they are there to save the day, sacrificing more than most of us can imagine as they put their lives on hold in service to us.
Love doesn't wait until life is calm, and sometimes it's the pressure of the job that throws two men together. Under stress and demand, they find solace in each other, forming bonds that can't be ignored.
Follow our heroes as they fight not only for what is right and just, but also for their hearts and the men they love.




Excerpt #1
Hand-to-Hand (Wet Seal #1)
H.L. Holston & Eleanor Bruce

Is this the day I’m going to die? Gavin Rathman couldn’t get that question out of his head as he dove behind a large rock, gunfire erupting all around him. As he contemplated his upcoming demise, he saw Ensign Noah Hudson running toward him. He gestured for his teammate to hide with him behind the relative safety of the big rock he was currently behind. Gavin finally breathed a sigh of relief -- Hudson was a terror with his HK MP5N gun.
“You alright, Doc?”
Gavin gave a thumbs up sign, and looked briefly over Noah’s shoulder asking, “Where’s Hawkeye?”
“Hawk is up there.” Noah pointed to the craggy rocks high above their heads where their team sniper was perched to pick off enemy insurgents. The guy had to be half bird; he could sit for hours crouched at a vantage point so high that would make most people’s head’s spin. Hawkeye got his nickname when he first joined the teams because he loved Marvel comics, most especially the character he was named after, the legendary archer and assassin.
“What about Bender and the Lieutenant?” Gavin asked.
Noah’s smirk was almost dangerous. “Bender’s setting charges. You know how he likes his little toys. And Jack’s keeping the natives off our backs.”
“When’s the helo coming in?” Gavin looked to the sky, willing the chopper to come into view. They were seriously outnumbered here.
Noah looked at his watch. “Five minutes. Then we’re all bugging the fuck out of here, Doc. Cultural mission with tribal elders aborted. And a personal note for the CIA: The natives here are not friendly, nor open to monetary bribes from us filthy infidels.”  
“Fucking spooks and their secret agendas.” Gavin turned his head and spat. Goddamn dust and sand.
Their mission had been idiotic from the get-go. They were left short one operator when Johnson blew out his knee on a training mission before they’d left San Diego for Kabul. He was going to be out of commission for months, maybe forever, if the surgery didn’t correct his injury. They’d made do without him; they were SEALS, that’s what they did: improvise and adapt.
Everything would have been fine if the CIA hadn’t shown up with their brilliant idea to offer a fifty thousand dollar bribe to the leader of a small band of Taliban fighters to turn on his brothers-in-arms. However, Gavin and his team followed orders, no matter how stupid and treacherous they were. So, if the CIA said go make nice with the terrorists with a bag of cash; then, SEAL Team One made nice with a bunch of Al Qaeda terrorists.
Gavin heard a soft pop to his far left and looked over to see one of the head of one of the locals who’d been trying to kill them for the last fifteen minutes explode.

Hawkeye to the rescue.
“I just wish Jack had let me shoot their leader. I had the perfect shot.”
A voice came out of nowhere, “Always the diplomat, Hudson.”
If it weren’t for his training, Gavin would have jumped. The Lieutenant certainly lived up to his nickname of “Ghost.” The man could infiltrate any location with a stealthy silence that even impressed other SEALs; Noah and Gavin never heard or saw him coming.
He watched as Lieutenant Jackson Blackwater hunkered down next to Noah’s left side, his dark good looks a throwback to his Native American ancestors. Gavin found it hard to believe the man was thirty-six as he looked ten years younger.   
While they waited for their helicopter to arrive, Noah responded to their team leader’s remark. “I didn’t see you trying to talk your way out of the situation either, Jack. With all the flash bangs you were throwing, sir.”
As Jack opened his mouth to reply, all hell broke loose. Looking back, all Gavin could remember was the color red.
Blood red and Jack screaming in pain.


Excerpt #2
Love Undercover
E.M. Leya

Curt shut off his bike and pulled the helmet from his head. Sweat dripped down his spine as he glanced up at the sky, wondering how it could be so damn hot so late in the day. The sun was just setting, but it had been an unusually hot summer for the area with temperatures reaching into the triple digits in early June.
He ran his fingers through his thick, long brown hair, wishing he could cut the length off and go back to the buzz cut he enjoyed before going undercover. It wasn't just the hair, but the beard too. It itched and added to the already sweltering heat, but it also helped to hide his identity.
Too many years. Sometimes it seemed like a lifetime since he swung his leg over the bike and infiltrated the biker gang. The Boars had their hand in every illegal activity you could think of, and Curt worked hard to gather evidence and build a case so they could take the group down. He was close. Each day he woke up, he wondered if it would be the day he would get the call that they were ready to make arrests.
As he glanced at the clubhouse, he sighed. The newest venture for the club really bothered him, and it was also why he was pushing to close things down and make arrests. He glanced past the long driveway where several bikes were parked to the covered sheds behind the house.
Inside those sheds were dogs, several strong pit bulls that the club now used for fighting. It turned Curt's stomach to think about those dogs suffering. He'd seen all kinds of shit go down in this club, but few things bothered him as bad as seeing the dogs fight.
Every instinct in him was to put a stop to it right away, but they had too much invested in this case to rush anything. Still, he'd met with his superiors, letting them know the time had come. They couldn't wait any longer. He hoped they would listen and they could make arrests soon.
Fatigue and stress consumed his body, but he had to keep focused. One mistake and his life would be over. This wasn't a simple game. This was a world of life and death, and he needed to be at his best.
One benefit to his years of working with the gang was he now held leadership for his area. He was third in command in the state, which meant he had final say in many of the things going on. With the agency behind him, everything he touched was golden. He had access to the best drugs, the cheapest guns, and nothing ever seemed to touch him. He could get away with anything. The men beneath him had to listen or risk his wrath. He was firm enough, while trying to stay within the law, so that most had a healthy respect for him.
Some things, like the dog fighting, he couldn't control, that was a new thing that came from higher up, but what took place inside his clubhouse and within his small group of members, he could do with as he wished.
He rolled his shoulders as he headed up the path to the clubhouse, noticing that the lawn needed to be mowed. He was strict about keeping the clubhouse looking somewhat neat. His men bitched and whined, but he reminded them that a rundown place attracted attention, attention they didn't need. He always said if he was running drugs, he'd put an 'I Love Jesus' sticker on his bumper, and hire two young girls in homely dresses to drive the car. It blew his mind how people would use beat up, old clunkers to do their illegal activity.
He didn't expect some Home and Gardens cover look from them, but he did demand that it wasn't an eyesore like so many other clubhouses were.
"Dylan!" he yelled as he walked through the front door. "Who the fuck is supposed to mow the lawn. Get your ass on it. This place is starting to look like the city dump." He blinked as his eyes adjusted from sunlight to the interior.
"Curt, shit, get in here." Dylan called from the back living room. "You got to see what we found sneaking around the place."
Curt groaned at the excitement in Dylan's voice. It meant something major was going on. Readying himself for anything, he kicked aside someone's backpack as he made his way to the back room.
Several of the other bikers stood in the doorway, but parted as Curt's large frame pushed his way through them. The emotion in the room crackled, and as he watched the other members, his heart sank. This wasn't going to be good. It was the same feel that he got when they were about to do a big job. The looks on some of the faces were ones he saw right before someone died.
"Look what we found sneaking around the dog pens," Dylan called.
Curt finally pushed through the mass of bodies and he froze, letting his calm demeanor slip for just an instant, but quickly schooling his features and forcing himself back into character. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Kneeling before Dylan was a uniformed police officer. His hands were tied behind his back.
"What the fuck is this, Dylan?" Curt walked around the men, coming to stand beside him. As he got his first glimpse of the officer's face, his breath caught. He knew this man. More than knew him, he would never forget him. He quickly looked away, turning his focus on Dylan, praying that the man on his knees didn't recognize him, and if he did, he would know enough to keep quiet.
"Found him sneaking around the dog pens in back. He said someone reported we were abusing animals. He's seen too much, Curt. We gotta take him out." Dylan held his gun in one hand and ran the muzzle under the officer's chin.
Curt's gut twisted. The man on his knees wasn't just some officer, his name was Tony and he'd been in the police academy with Curt, God knows how many years back. The two didn't just know each other, they'd dated during their training, ending things when they graduated and both went their separate ways. Once Curt moved and went undercover, he was sure he'd never see him again.
He stared at Tony, trying to see if he recognized him. With his beard and the tattoos that now covered his body, he didn't look anything like the fresh shaved, clean cut recruit that he had been back then.
Tony on the other hand, looked just as good as he had when they met, if not better. His body was thicker, his muscles larger, and his eyes more alert and aware. The blond hair now longer than the buzz cut he remembered him having. His pale blue eyes reflected the fear he must have been feeling.
There was no doubt in Curt's mind that Tony knew how much trouble he'd walked into, and with one wrong move, his life was over.

Excerpt #3
One More Time
Ethan Stone

“Yes, ma’am, I understand you’re not very happy with your husband, but that doesn’t mean you can attack him with a weasel.”
The couple had fought over which TV show to watch. Even though Mr. Palmer had acquiesced and let her watch Real Housewives of Washington D.C. Mrs. Palmer hadn’t liked the fact he had argued with her so when he’d gone to bed she’d tossed an angry ferret under the covers. Mr. Palmer had been bitten a couple times but there had been no major damage.
It was just another night as a cop in small town of Lovelock, Nevada. We never had anything exciting here. Mainly domestic disturbances like the Palmers. Some police offers would’ve preferred more action, but not me. I’d done four years in the Las Vegas Metropolitan Police Department and had gotten tired of dealing with punk gangbangers shooting at me. The three years at Lovelock had been far less exciting but much better for my blood pressure.
After settling the disturbance at the Palmers’ I cruised down Main Street making sure the boarded up buildings hadn’t been broken into by bored teenagers. Thankfully we only had more active businesses than empty ones in town. Not that we were a bustling metropolis by any means. I’d just braked to allow mangy stray black dog to cross in front of me when a man ran past my car. Because I was driving slowly I was able to stop in plenty of time. He stood staring at me for a moment before turning and dashing off. Normally I wouldn’t have wasted my time chasing him, but since he was buck-ass naked I figured I should bring him in.
I spun the wheel and turned down the alley he had fled into. Since it had a dead end, he couldn’t have gone far. I didn’t spot him right off the bat so I assumed he was doing his best to hide. I put the car into park, kept the lights on and stepped out.
“You might as well come out,” I hollered. “It’ll be a lot better for you if I don’t have to come in after you.”
“Okay, okay.”
I turned my flashlight to where the voice had come from behind two trash cans and the nude dude stepped out, his arms raised. I didn’t recognize him, which was odd since I knew most people in town. He was approximately twenty-five years old, six foot tall, one-hundred-eighty pounds. Muscular.
Shining the beam at his face, I asked, “Care to explain this to me?”
He chuckled nervously. “You’re not gonna believe me.”
“Try me.”
“I was hooking up with this really hot chick and her husband showed up. Had to climb out the window.”
I sighed. “Was her name Connie?”
“Yeah. How did you know that?”
“Let’s just say you’re not the first man Harry’s caught her with. She does it make him jealous.”
He rubbed his face then quickly put his arm back up. “Christ, I’m a dumbass.”

Excerpt #4
Recruited

Brenda Cothern



Officer Michael Knight was having a shit day. Shitter than usual for a Friday. It had nothing to do with the scorching Florida heat or the humidity that had his tee shirt sticking to him like a second skin and it had nothing to do with him being covered in alley filth. If only that were what had him livid and ready to kill. And so help him; if any of his co-workers made another Knight Rider crack when he entered the squad room, he was going to beat the ever living fuck out of them. The consequences be damned.
He could take a joke as well as the next guy, but the harassment over his name was getting out of hand. Pictures of ‘K.I.T.T’, some of which were admittedly cool, plastered around his work station were easily dealt with via a trash can. Knight Rider ringtones and ‘K.I.T.T.’ message notifications were annoying, but could be tuned out. However today, his fellow cops had gone too fucking far.
They messed with his baby. The only thing he really gave a fuck about outside of the job. They messed with his truck. The David Hasselhoff bobblehead stuck to his dash pissed him off to no end. Especially, since it took him a good twenty-five minutes to scrub the sticky shit off after he snapped the fucker in half. The bobblehead wasn’t in his truck the night before and his red and blue flashing police lights were fine when he used them three days ago. Someone at the station must have messed with his truck last night.
Everyone knew he had been staking out his current arrest for the last two days. However, the icing on the fucking cake that was his fury wasn’t revealed until he made his current bust. The red and blue flashing lights installed in the grill of his truck had been switched out to a red pulsing line that moved steadily from left to right and back again. Just like in the grill of K.I.T.T.
It was bad enough that he was covered in sweat, grit, and grime from the alley, but it wasn’t until he turned his arrest around and saw the new light bar that he saw red, and it had nothing to do with the color of the lights behind his grill. His suspect must have sensed something which had more to do with Knight being filthy from tackling him, because the man tensed. Wisely, the low-life kept his trap shut about the truck lights. Either he was smarter than he looked, or he was way too young to recognize the reference to the 80’s TV show.
Knight stomped into booking, roughly dragging the two-bit drug dealer behind him and leaving dirty boot prints on the while linoleum floor. He didn’t care about the floor and had tuned out the guy’s whining about ‘police brutality’ after the first time the man bitched about being tossed, unceremoniously, into the back of his truck. Knight pushed his repeat offender, the little fuck who refused to give up his supplier, roughly down onto the bench in booking. His shove was so hard that the man yelped when his cuffed wrists slammed into the wall.
“Jesus, Knight,” O’Conner huffed while watching the suspect slouch down on the bench to give his hands more room between his back and the wall.


Excerpt #5

Training Buds
Sara York

Dixon Carter’s heart shattered into a million pieces, his whole world imploded as he watched his husband make the moves on another guy. They weren’t just holding hands; they were kissing out in the open, not even trying to hide their love affair. Of course Dixon shouldn’t be here as far as Bryan was concerned. He’d flown home on leave, hoping to surprise Bryan, but he was the one who’d gotten the surprise of his life. This was supposed to be a big weekend for them. He’d made it, been accepted into training that led up to him eventually going into the Basic Underwater Demolition SEAL training in Coronado, California. Bryan had said he’d wanted to move with him, but after seeing his husband shove his tongue down another guy’s throat, he wondered if anything the asshole had said had been true.
Dixon drew in a breath, thinking that nothing would ever be the same again. He shook his head, trying like hell to comprehend what was happening. Had he really seen Bryan and that stranger kiss? Why the hell would his husband do this to him? He watched, wondering if he were mistaken, but Bryan pulled the other man close again, kissing him like he meant it.  Dixon closed his eyes and tried not to fall apart. How the fuck was he supposed to recover from this? He and Bryan had been together for eight years, since their sophomore year in high school when Bryan had moved to town. Bryan had stood by him through basic training, but he guessed Bryan had a different view of what commitment meant.
Dixon’s heart twisted as he grabbed his pack and lifted his hand to catch a cab, but he lowered his arm, shaking his head. He wasn’t going to run from this. He sure as hell wouldn’t leave his stuff with Bryan. No chance in hell would he allow the fucker to continue using his truck, or taking drives in the restored Mustang Dixon had worked on since high school.
He trailed Bryan and the new guy to their apartment, watching as the pair kissed and hugged before going through the front door. He waited on the street a few minutes before following them upstairs to the third floor of the walkup he and Bryan had picked out when he’d been on leave a year ago. God, just the thought of Bryan in their place, kissing that guy, made him want to hit something.
He slid the key in the door, hoping to catch them, and praying he didn’t. When the door swung wide he didn’t hear any sound for the first few seconds. Relief flowed through him, and then he heard someone grunting, the sound twisting through his gut, making him sick. Dixon knew he and Bryan were over for good.
Pain lanced his heart and he tried to breathe, but the air was too thick and his chest ached. He drew in a second breath, this one almost taking him to his knees as Bryan cried out like he was really enjoying himself.
How long? How many others?
The questions played through his mind as he moved to the bookshelf that held the signed baseball his grandfather had given him before he passed away. His bills were in a neat stack beside the ball and he grabbed those too. The TV and stereo weren’t important to him. Besides, he’d be living in the barracks once he moved to Coronado so things like TV’s didn’t really matter much.
While he was alone in the den, listening to his husband and some stranger get it on, he looked around the place, noticing the sweatshirt he’d given Bryan for his birthday tossed to the floor and the Navy mug he’d shipped for Christmas chipped and holding pens instead of being used as a vessel to drink from. The end of this relationship hurt like crazy. He couldn’t believe how painful anything associated with Bryan could be. The man had promised him love, companionship, and forever. Bryan was here taking care of things at home, but he’d really just been playing house with whomever decided to fill his bed.



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