Monday, 27 April 2015

Release Day Blitz: Family Jewels by M.J. O'Shea [Giveaway!!]

Title: Family Jewels

Author: M.J. O’Shea

Publisher: Dreamspinner Press

Cover Artist: L.C. Chase

Length: 200 Pages

Release Date: 27th April, 2015

Blurb: Corbin Ford, aka the Nightwatchman, named for the antique pocket watches he leaves behind at jobs, has been in the cat-burgling business for years. His father was. His grandfather was. His mother is still one of the most renowned thieves. Corbin likes his high-profile heists, priceless paintings from private collections, artifacts from museums, but his favorite? Jewels. Sparkly, beautiful jewels. If they’re famous, better yet.

Interpol agent Luke Eldridge has one goal and one goal only: to catch the Nightwatchman. Luke’s been after him for months, but getting the slip time and again is getting embarrassing. Luke has never even laid eyes on the bastard, but he’d happily strangle him. And then arrest him.

When Luke meets Corbin, the man of his dreams, he falls hard and fast… only to catch Corbin red-handed with his hand in a jewelry case at the scene of the highest-profile murder that’s rocked the international world in years.

He didn’t know if it had a name other than random corner gay pub. All Luke knew was there was usually some boy there who had a thing for weathered government types from the States, and he rarely left without getting exactly what he wanted. It was crowded for midweek, way more than usual. He’d have thought the thick wet cold would’ve kept the boys at home, but maybe they were all out for someone to help warm their beds, just like he was.

The music was kept at a dull roar, supposedly so people could hear each other speak—as if any of them were actually interested in conversation. It was all about looks, clothes, hair…  finding a guy who either did it for them physically or smacked of money. Hopefully both. Luke wasn’t rich exactly, but he was a well-paid government employee with a nice suit. He also thought he might have that tall, dark, and handsome thing going. A few of the boys looked his way the minute he walked through the door. Too young, too high, too much trouble. Not interested in any of them, thanks.

“Hi, Damien,” Luke said when he got to the bar.

Damien was adorable, but probably not much older than twenty-five. They’d had a brief flirtation a year or so back before he decided one or two nights was fine, but he wasn’t getting into something real with a kid no matter how good his martinis were.

“Usual?” Damien asked. Luke got his typical sunny grin so he didn’t think Damien minded that they’d never gone anywhere past act two of their one-night stand.


“Cold tonight, innit?”

Luke wasn’t in the mood for small talk, but he forced a smile. “Good thing it’s a short walk from my flat.”

“I remember.” He couldn’t tell if it was a jab or not, but Damien kept mixing his drink and then slid it across the bar to him. “On the house.”

“Are you serious?” Luke asked.

“Sure. You haven’t been in here for a while. If you haven’t noticed, you’re good for business. Popular with the locals and all that.”

“I’m old.”

“You’re fit.” Damien winked and gestured toward a group of what had to be teenagers checking him out. He still hadn’t gotten used to the fact that there were eighteen-year-olds crawling around the clubs in England. Made him feel like a grandpa. Luke took a long swig of his drink and hoped the barely pubescent blondie in the corner wasn’t about to make the move Luke thought he might be considering.

“Been busy?” he asked. Better Damien than the barely legal brigade.

“Can’t complain.” He shrugged. “It’s always better in the summer, but I’ve been busy enough. You?”

“Always.” Damien thought Luke worked in a bank. His job wasn’t secret per se. He just didn’t typically tell people he’d met casually. Easier that way. Banker was nice and boring. Nobody tended to ask too many questions about it. While his job wasn’t confidential, a lot of the cases he worked on were. Bedside or bar-side, talk couldn’t include the suspects he was trailing across England and sometimes Europe. That’s why he was Luke Eldridge, banker, if anyone asked.

Luke felt someone slide onto the stool next to him. And by felt he meant that in that one second, his whole body reacted. Before he even turned around, he knew that was his guy. The one he’d end up taking home that night. Instincts like Luke’s took years to hone, and he was rarely wrong.

Their arms brushed together lightly. The hairs rose on the back of Luke’s neck but not like when he sensed danger. It was pleasure. At some stranger’s light touch. He tried not to shiver visibly as he glanced over.

“Sorry, man.” The guy’s voice was honey-soft and cultured. What it wasn’t, was English.

Luke turned all the way around to look at the newcomer. “You’re American.” He grinned.

As much as he was used to the sounds of London, it was still nice to be surprised by a familiar accent on a stranger. A hot stranger. The guy was older than a lot of the crowd, probably past thirty, hair the same golden-honey color as his voice, high cheekbones, big brown eyes, long eyelashes, and generous pink lips. Luke wanted to kiss him because, hell, since when had he reacted to someone so quickly and completely? They needed to kiss, if only to test the insane chemistry thrumming through Luke’s veins. Probably a little too soon for kissing, instincts aside. A few minutes of chitchat oughta do the trick, though.

“Born and raised. Just moved here a few months ago. You?”

 “I’ve been in London for years. I go back to the States for the holidays sometimes. I miss the sun,” Luke answered.

“Where are you from?”

Luke knew the guy didn’t care any more than he really cared about much past his pillowed lips and soft drawl. It was part of the game. Trade a few insignificant details, enough so it was acceptable to take each other’s clothes off.

“South Carolina. Outside of Charleston,” Luke said.

“New Yorker, myself.”

Even if every part of him was softly appealing, Luke decided he liked the guy’s voice the best. He didn’t sound like a New Yorker. He talked slow and his voice was warm and a little growly, like he’d spent the night in a smoky jazz bar sipping whiskey. Luke wondered what it would sound like moaning his name.

“I’m Luke.” He stuck out his hand.

“Corbin.” Instead of a shake, Corbin picked up Luke’s hand and brushed his lips across suddenly sensitive knuckles. More shivers swept through Luke. If his famous intuition was right, and he seriously doubted it was wrong, he and this guy were wasting time they could be spending naked and wound up in each other in his bed rather than a loud pub. But he would do the flirting, buy the drinks. Luke didn’t want to make anyone feel cheap unless they were into that sort of thing.

“Can I get you a drink?” he asked. “You look like a whisky sour kind of guy.”

Corbin smiled. It transformed his face from pleasant to drop-dead gorgeous. Luke wished he had one of those magical smiles. “You nailed it. What did you say your job was again?”

“I didn’t,” Luke answered. “Banking. Bit of a bore, but it pays well.”

“Security systems and safes. Same.” Corbin shrugged delicately. His shoulders weren’t broad. He was quite petite actually but perfectly formed. He would look gorgeous all tiny and golden against bright white sheets. Underneath Luke.

Luke gestured for Damien to come over, and he ordered Corbin his drink. Damien looked a little annoyed, and Luke figured he had a right. It was a tiny bit tacky to rope a new guy right in front of his old one. Oh well. Damien probably did very well for himself, and they hadn’t slept together in months. There was no way anyone was gonna convince Luke that Damien had just held it in all that time. There was also no way anyone was gonna convince him not to take Corbin home that night either.

Corbin sipped his drink and subtly moved closer to Luke. Luke probably wasn’t supposed to notice, but he did. He tended to notice most things. Part of the job, he supposed. He noticed how warm Corbin’ skin smelled, and how his sandy hair fell over what really were quite remarkable eyes, warm and gold with long curly lashes that were at least three shades darker than his hair.

“Thank you.”

“Hmmm?” Luke asked. He’d been caught staring. He supposed it was at least a little bit socially acceptable since they were currently about two inches away from crawling into each other’s laps.

“For the drink.”

“Oh, you’re welcome. I’d like it if you returned the favor sometime.” He wasn’t going to play coy.

“If you stay around for a few minutes, I will.”

“I plan on it.” Luke took a sip of his half-empty drink. “You have beautiful eyes,” he murmured.

“Charmer,” Corbin said with a small grin.

Luke shrugged. “Just noticed. I’m sure most people do.”

Corbin rolled his eyes. “You’d be surprised what the men here don’t notice. Basically anything outside my pants or my wallet.”

“Their loss,” Luke said.

He felt weird, like he was being sucked into this thick warm vortex. He wasn’t usually like this, all charm and slick phrases. He didn’t have to be. If anything it was typically businesslike. Just a few required phrases, maybe a drink or two before they were on their way. As much as he’d reacted to Corbin, nearly from the first moment, he found himself wanting to take his time and sink into it, enjoy every moment until their clothes were littered on his bedroom floor, and they were a sweaty, sated mess. That moment was coming. He knew it had to be.

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I’m Mj O’Shea:) I grew up, and still live, in sunny Washington state and while I love to visit other places, I can’t imagine calling anywhere else home.

I spent my childhood writing stories. Sometime in my early teens, the stories turned to romance. Most of those were about me, my friends, and our favorite movie and pop stars. Hopefully, I’ve come a long way since then.

When I’m not writing, I love to play the piano, dance, cook, paint pictures, and of course read! I like sparkly girly girl things, own at least twenty different colored headbands, and I have two little dogs who sit with me when I write. Sometimes they comes up with ideas for me too…when they’re not busy napping.

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Friday, 24 April 2015

Left at the Crossroads

Have you read my Left at the Crossroads series with my bestie, Lisa Worrall? We join the inhabitants of Little Mowbury. Meet Micah, who is confronted with his past and Jason, who's running from his.

Little Mowbury is a sleepy English village deep in the Cotswolds. The kind of village where you’re only a local if your lineage can be traced back to the dinosaurs. Where you can find everything in the single shop from morning newspapers to dry-cleaning, and getting your shoes mended. And, of course, where everybody knows everybody else’s business. It’s easy to find… you can’t miss it… just ask anyone and they’ll tell you… “It’s left at the crossroads.” 

Un-Expected ARe

After being dumped on graduation day by the love of his life, Harry Boyd, Micah Lewis returned to the sleepy village he grew up in. Living next door to his mother wasn’t his best idea, granted, but when your heart was broken, there really was no place like home. 

Six years later, secure and content in his job as midwife for a local birthing centre, the last person he expected to move into Lilac Cottage across the street from him was Harry Boyd. Seeing Harry again sends Micah into a tailspin and opens wounds he thought had long since healed. Although, Harry himself isn’t the only issue Micah has to face. That would be Harry’s very beautiful and very pregnant partner, Selena. But is everything as it seems? 


Eighteen months ago Jason Havers lost the love of his life and it's time to move on. Applying for the position of chef in a sleepy country pub, a million miles away from his previous life, may well be the fresh start he needs. His new employers immediately take him under their wing and before long he finds himself with a passel of new friends and a job he loves. What he doesn’t expect is Tom, a gorgeous midwife, who stirs up feelings he’s not ready to deal with. 
But when someone from his previous life turns up in Little Mowbury, will Jason be able to keep them from revealing the secret he’s been keeping from those he’s come to love?

Thursday, 23 April 2015

Blast from the Past: The Arches

I don't often mention this series so today it gets a blast from the past.

Book One in the The Arches series.
Tumbling Blindly
Dumped by his partner, Matt isn’t looking for love. Once he meets Gabe at the gym, he finds a friend as well as a lover.
After he is dumped by Milo, his long-term partner, Matt retreats to his bed, only to be scared out of his wits by two policemen breaking into his house, checking to see if he was still alive after being alerted by a nosy neighbour.
The last thing he expects is to meet one of the policemen a few months later at his local gym. Gabe makes it obvious that he is attracted to Matt, but Matt is still getting over his breakup. To his surprise, Gabe isn’t deterred by Matt’s reluctance, and promises to be friends until Matt is ready for more.
Then Matt’s world is turned upside down by Milo’s return, begging a bed for one night. One night turns into a week and Milo doesn’t move off the sofa. Although Matt still has feelings for Milo, he realises he also has feelings for Gabe, who is more than a friend, and waits patiently to be a lover.

Book Two in the The Arches series.
Holding Together
Darius is bored until his boyfriend, Luca, makes him work at The Arches. Then Luca is taken ill. Can Darius hold the gym and their relationship together?
Darius barely sees his boyfriend. Luca is working all hours at The Arches gym, and Darius goes out clubbing most evenings to relieve the boredom. He’s really tempted to play with other bears at the club.
Then Luca makes Darius work at The Arches to give him something to do. Cleaning! Darius is not impressed, especially when some of the gym staff are hostile to him. He sticks it out, and to his surprise starts to enjoy the work. Luca loves having him around and makes sure he knows—in true Luca style.
Darius is not prepared when Luca is taken ill. Darius finds himself having to support his boyfriend and keep The Arches running. He gets more tired as time goes on, and it doesn’t help that his love-life is suffering. It seems the illness has had a greater effect on Luca than either of them anticipated.
Can Darius show his bear that nothing has changed—he is still the man Darius loves?

Book three in The Arches series
Turning Over
Milo has a history of screwing up his life. He meets David at The Arches gym and realises this is his chance to start afresh.
By some miracle, Milo, Matt’s ex-boyfriend, has managed to hold down his job at The Arches gym, and keep his room in Jimmy’s house, despite being a total slob. But Milo is really bored of cleaning and the menial jobs he does every day. Then David St. Giles walks into the gym, he’s in London for two months and looking for temporary membership. Tall, dark and handsome David has Milo’s dream job as a political lobbyist and the contacts to get Milo finally into the career he’s always wanted.
Milo has a history of using his boyfriends and friends to get what he wants, and Gabe, Matt’s current boyfriend, is determined to warn David away. David doesn’t take the hint and invites Milo out. Milo is attracted to David, even if the man keeps trying to top him. This time he doesn’t want to take advantage of David, but he’d be stupid not to, wouldn’t he?

Wednesday, 22 April 2015

LRC Awards: The Last Wolf

I am so bloody excited this evening!! The Last Wolf is the runner up in the Best Book of 2014 of the LRC Awards 

The only good predator is a dead one, as far as Joe Lowther is concerned.
That is until the day he shoots a wolf, only to watch the animal turn into a naked Callum Pope. Cal is being hunted by a group of humans who eradicate shifter packs for sport.
Joe makes a decision to help Cal and discovers a deeper connection with the young shifter. One which he’d like to explore. If they live that long.

Buylinks: ARe 


The barn door was ajar, and from Joe’s position just inside, he had a good view of the whole yard. He sighed and shifted restlessly, his ass already dead, and he’d only been there an hour. It was gonna be a long night. It was hot and stuffy inside the barn, and he sipped at iced tea in the vain hope of cooling down.

“Show your face, you son of a bitch, and your hide will be gracing my floor come fall,” he muttered. Joe hated wolves for the sheep they stole. The ranch was making little enough profit as it was. He couldn’t understand his father’s soft attitude to wolves. It didn’t extend to other predators.

Two hours gone, and his back, still sore from the hospital visit, was aching even more. He was rubbing his lower back in a futile gesture and contemplating seeking his bed when his attention was caught by the whisper of movement in the far corner of the yard. Without hesitation, he aimed and fired. The animal hit the ground with a startlingly human cry.

Worried that he’d shot a person instead of a wolf, Joe approached cautiously, keeping the gun trained on it, intending to dispatch the creature if it wasn’t dead. To his shock, the animal, definitely a wolf, rolled over to look at him, its eyes glowing in the half-light. The almost human expression of fear and pain in the wolf’s eyes made him uncomfortable, but it had to be done. If it came back once, it would come back again, and Joe couldn’t have it hunting the livestock. The wolf wriggled, futilely trying to get away from the gun.

Joe took aim. “It’ll be all over soon, bud.”

Before he could pull the trigger again, Joe heard a metallic clink. He paused, unable to place the sound, then he took aim again, only to be confronted by a naked man on the ground and no sign of the wolf. Joe blinked rapidly, convinced he was hallucinating, but the man was still there. The hair on the back of his neck stood up. Hell, every hair on his body stood on end. He squinted into the darkest corners of the yard, expecting to see the predator slinking away.

“What the fuck just happened, Lowther? Where the hell’s the wolf gone?” Joe tugged at his hair in confusion as he looked around. What had he seen? A wolf? A man in a wolf suit? His subconscious told him he was being stupid. He’d shot a damn wolf, not a man in a freaking furry suit.


Joe blinked at the unknown voice in his head. “Now I know I’m going insane. Voices in my head? Where’s the wolf?”

“Bleeding at your feet!”

The voice was more urgent that time. Joe’s attention snapped back to the young man at his feet. Shit, he’d forgotten that he’d shot him. But he’d shot a wolf! Brain whirling at what the hell he had shot, Joe dropped to his knees. There was a bullet hole although it didn’t seem to be bleeding that much. He turned him gently and cursed when he saw the bullet hadn’t gone straight through.

“I’ve got to get you to a hospital. You need a doctor.”

Joe was shocked when the man grasped his wrist with surprising strength, staring at him with huge eyes. “No.” In the dim light, he looked lean, and, Christ, Joe’s mind had to be playing tricks on him, he looked wolf-like. What the hell did a human/wolf—werewolf—look like?

“You need a doctor to get the bullet out or the wound will get infected.”

“Wolf. Don’t… need… a doctor.” The boy gasped as he tried to get the words out.

“Don’t be fucking ridiculous. You’ve got a bullet inside you.”

The man sounded so young. Joe looked at him closely for the first time and mentally downgraded him from man to boy. Joe was twenty-eight. This kid looked barely old enough to scratch his own ass, so smooth and slim Joe was pretty sure he could easily span his waist with both his hands.

“We’ve got to get the bullet out or…” Joe didn’t finish the sentence, figuring the boy was smart enough to know what he meant.

The boy flopped weakly back onto the dirt. “It’s already out.”


“Bullet. Out.” He fumbled around by his side.

Confused, Joe pushed the boy’s fingers away and searched in the same area. His fingers closed around a wet, sharp object. Joe squinted at the mangled bullet in his palm. How the hell had the boy managed to get the bullet out?

“Hurts.” The boy let out a groan.

“Gotta stop the bleeding now. It’s gonna hurt.” Joe ripped off his shirt to pack against the hole.

The boy coughed. “Already fuckin’ hurts.”

“You need to see a doctor.”

“Healing. I’ll be ’kay soon. Need to rest.”

Joe couldn’t leave a stranger bleeding and alone in his yard, so, much against his better judgment, he worked his arms around the boy and got to his feet, staggering against the unaccustomed weight. The boy snuggled against Joe’s chest like a small child as Joe carried him into the one-story ranch house. Joe hesitated between the sofa and the bed—the only available bed—and eventually decided the boy’s need was greater.

Joe pulled back his mother’s comforter and laid his burden down on the sheet. The boy didn’t even open his eyes. He was a mess, but it was the wound Joe was more interested in.

The bullet hole that wasn’t there.

Joe frowned and poked at the boy’s side. “Uh, the hole. It’s gone.”

“It’s healed?” The boy didn’t sound surprised. “I heal fast.”

“Nobody heals that fast.”

“I do.” He yawned and closed his eyes.

“Do you need anything?”

“Just sleep.”

“Well then…” Joe ran out of things to say. He stood and pulled the cover over the boy, mentally apologizing to his mama for soiling her nice comforter. The boy appeared to be asleep before it covered his shoulders.

Joe took his time to look at his unexpected visitor. He was slim, with dark, tousled hair, and filthy dirty. He looked so young but had a hint of a dark shadow on his chin that saved him from looking about twelve.

“Who are you?” he asked out loud. “What the fuck are you?”

“What did you say?”

But all Joe got was a choked-off snore and the boy smacking his mouth a couple of times.

Joe retreated to his kitchen, poured a tall glass of tea and took it to the table. He took the bullet out and placed it on the table. “How did you manage to expel this motherfucker all by your lonesome?” He rested his forehead on the heel of his hand as he pushed the crushed piece of metal around the table. What the hell just happened? He swore he’d heard the boy say “werewolf”, which was fucking ridiculous, even if Joe had thought the same thing earlier. Werewolves were mythical creatures. He’d done his share of reading about mythical creatures for his history degree, but they were fantasy, not real creatures. Wolves didn’t turn into men—naked men—and a bullet didn’t push out of flesh—animal or human. Yet he’d seen it with his own eyes. The boy should be dead, or at least seriously wounded and in agony, not sleeping the sleep of the young in Joe’s bed.

How the hell was he going to explain this to his daddy? How the hell could he explain it to himself?

Blog Tour: Freeing His Mercenary

Freeing His Mercenary



What would you do if the man you loved woke up and didn’t remember you?
Christian Storm was your normal kick ass bad boy, until his best friend admitted to having feelings for him.
One the heel of Rick’s confession, Christian gets his act together, and starts a relationship with Rick.
The case they’re working on together goes sour at the end and Rick is taken.
After a few days Rick is found broken and battered. When he wakes up in the hospital, Rick doesn’t know who he or anyone else is.
Now Christian has to find the man responsible for Rick’s abduction and attack before he strikes again. With his mind preoccupied with finding Logan, will Christian be able to convince Rick that they are deeply in love with each other? Or will Christian lose everything he holds dear?
Freeing His Mercenary is the continuation of Taming His Mercenary.


Elliot wanted to throw something at Christian’s head. Damn he didn’t know how Rick could put up with him. He slammed the door on those thoughts because all it would do was remind him that Rick didn’t like him like that.
“How long do I need to stay at your place?” He asked instead of acting out his thoughts.
“Until we find Logan and your daughter. I thought you were gay.”
He wondered how long it would take for Christian to get around to that question. “I’m bi actually, but I prefer to be with men. Much to Laci’s mother’s dismay.” Grabbing the suitcase off the bed, he moved to stand in front of Christian. “I’m ready to go.”
He followed behind Christian and no matter how hard he tried not to, his eyes wandered down to look at the man’s ass. He liked men after all and he had to not have a pulse for him not to find Christian attractive.
“I’ll follow you there.” He said when they moved towards Christian’s truck.
“We’re taking my truck.” Christian stated as he opened the passenger side door.
“Why? Will I be a prisoner there?”
“No nothing like that, but Logan knows your car and he can trace it.”
“I’m sure he knows your truck as well.” He stated not wanting to be confined to close quarters with him.
“But I have ways around that. Now get in.”
Yes, strangling him sounded good right about now. Putting his stuff in the truck, he got in with a huff. He didn’t care if he was acting like a child. Christian closed the door behind him and went to the driver side.
“Have you told Rick that you two were in a relationship?” He didn’t know why he asked that question, but for some odd reason he wanted to know the answer.
Christian threw him a side long glance then put the truck in drive. He thought he wouldn’t answer, but when they pulled out of his driveway Christian took a deep breath.
“No he doesn’t know. The doctor told me it’s a high chance he won’t get his memory back.”
“Oh. I’m sorry to hear that.”
“I thought you would be happy about that.”
“Why the hell would I be happy about that? Before we even hooked up, Rick told me he was in love with his best friend. I see that you finally got your head out of your ass and told him you felt the same way about him.”
Yes, he was upset that he’d been played, but he saw the way Rick looked when he talked about Christian. He wanted someone to look at him that way and would never intentionally get in the way of that.
“I didn’t tell him.”
“Why the hell not?”
“Because he was fucking kidnapped, then put in the hospital and when he woke up he didn’t fucking remember me.” Christian gritted out.
Well damn. What did he say to that? He didn’t know.
“Look I’m-“
“Don’t.” Christian said cutting off his apology.
They drove the rest of the way in silence. When Christian put his truck in park Elliot grabbed his bag from the back seat and went to stand in front of the truck to wait for Christian. He figured he needed a moment to himself. It had to hurt like a bitch for the man you love to wake up and not remember you. When Christian got out of the truck, they walked to house and entered.
“Good you’re here. Rick has been asking about you.” Killian said to Christian as they walked towards the kitchen.
“I’m leaving now. Elliot tell Killian what you know about your daughter and we will go from there.”
Elliot watched as Christian left the kitchen to leave.
“I don’t know what you have to do with all of this, but if you hurt him or Rick again, I will personally kill you myself.”
Elliot turned at Killian’s threatening words. He had no doubt the big bad mercenary would keep his promise. “Like I told Christian earlier, I had nothing to do with this and Rick knew that before he was taken.”
Killian glared at him for a moment more then took a seat at the table. “Okay, let’s get started.”


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Author Bio
I live in Texas but originally I am from Trenton, NJ. When I graduated from high school, I joined the military. Yay me. I did three years with one tour to Iraq. I am happily married because seriously would put that they are unhappy. I have three kids. No pets, they scare me. I am currently a stay at home mom and I love to read! A lot.


His Mercenary is Free

Chase Black and his team are Mercenaries who go after Human Traffickers.
Working a case for the FBI, Chase meets special agent Cameron Allen.
Special Agent Cameron Allen has been with the FBI for five years.
Being an openly gay man in the agency is not easy, but he does his job well.
Chase and Cameron team up to find Angelo Marini, who has escaped from FBI custody. Working close together, Chase and Cameron can't fight their attraction for each other, even if they wanted to.
What happens when a Mercenary and FBI agent come together to find a wanted fugitive and fall in love in the process?

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Taming His Mercenary

When a missing persons case turns into a race to save a woman from human traffickers, Christian Storm and Rick North must not only deal with the increasingly dangerous situation, but also the stormy emotions building between them.

Coworkers and best friends, Rick and Christian have always worked together seamlessly, but that is beginning to change. Rick has been denying his true feelings for Christian for years, but has finally been pushed to his breaking point. He decides it’s time to either move forward with Christian or move on.

Christian’s a one-night-stand kind of guy who lives for fun and has no interest in a serious relationship. When Rick lays his feelings on the line one night, Christian doesn’t know what to do. He’s never thought of Rick as anything more than a friend, and is terrified that no matter how he responds to Rick’s revelation their friendship will never be the same.

When the criminals they are chasing bring the fight to their doorstep one of their own is captured. Christian and Rick must put aside their emotions and work together like never before in order to stay one step ahead of the danger that threatens their very lives.

With so much on the line, will Rick and Christian be able to give love a chance, or are the odds against them stacked too high?

Warning: This book is intended for a mature audience.
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