|Cover art by Garrett Leigh|
Thank you very much to Lisa Worrall for editing it at very short notice. I really appreciate it. 💜💜💜
I'm not putting this one up for pre-order. Initially it's just going up on Kindle Unlimited for the ninety day period, then I'm going to put it out to other retailers.
The buylink for Amazon and Kindle Unlimited is https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01N99W6N4
I shall leave you with the blurb and a teaser.
Blurb: Jake Tyler walked out of Covert Ops two years ago, a devastated, broken man after he discovered his sister brutally murdered by her husband, Riley. Since then he’s found a kind of peace running a rural bar. The last thing Jake Tyler expects is his former team to turn up with grim news. Jake’s ex-brother-in-law has escaped from prison and is heading Jake’s way. The team is here to protect Jake, whether he likes it or not – a decision reluctantly shared by their leader, Jake’s ex-lover Mitch Mitchelson.
Mitch is angry and hurting. The man he trusted – the man he adored more than anything – abandoned both his team and Mitch. Jake never gave Mitch a chance to help or come to terms with his desertion. Regardless of mission protocols, Mitch isn’t about to open his heart again to that kind of pain.
But the strong attraction between them can’t be denied. How are they ever going to work together when Mitch still resents Jake’s disappearance, and to Jake, the team represents everything that destroyed him in the first place? And meantime they wait for Riley to find them... and to settle the threat once and for all.
Jake shook his head. He didn’t want to think about Riley like that. He’d murdered his sister. That’s all he needed to remember. His beautiful, precious baby sister. “Even if he does come here I can take care of myself,” he said.
Mitch huffed impatiently, a sure sign he was still angry. “We’re not having this argument again, are we? Lukas told the unit to protect you and that’s what we’re doing.”
“Why you? Why this unit?” Jake’s voice was barely above a whisper.
“Because he thinks you’re still one of us.” Mitch shrugged. “And so do they.” He made a stabbing gesture with his finger toward the door.
“You stopped being one of us the second you walked away,” Mitch said, the sneer still plastered to his face, but the hurt in his eyes told a different tale. You walked away from me.
At least Jake knew where he stood now. Mitch didn’t want anything to do with him. Jake bit back the disappointment in his gut as he stood. It was for the best. He was the one who’d left without a word. “Let’s get one thing straight. I’m not running away. You want to catch the fucker. You do it here.”
“He’s not driving me out of my home.”
Mitch shook his head. “You’re not safe here. If we take you to a safe house until we catch him…. J.T., be reasonable.”
Jake got into Mitch’s space, relishing the anger and uncertainty he saw on his face. Oh yeah, he’d missed this; missed the sparks between them that had flown every day as they lived, loved, worked and fucked together. “I am staying here in my bar. End of. And it’s Jake.”
His expression dark and stormy, Mitch stared down at him, so close his muscled chest brushed Jake’s. Jake watched the tic jump under Mitch’s left eye, a sure sign he was angry. “You know the risks. Why are you being so damn stupid?”
“He stole everything from me,” Jake said. “He’s not having my bar, too.”
The tic jumped uncontrollably for a few seconds. “He didn’t steal me… us. You were the one who threw that away.”