Wednesday, March 15, 2017

RESCUING ALEXANDER COVER REVEAL!


HELLO FRIENDS, I'M HERE WITH THE COVER REVEAL FOR RESCUING ALEXANDER: HIS FALLEN ANGEL 3 BY GREIN MURRAY! KELLIE DENNIS OUTDID HERSELF ON THIS COVER, LOOK BELOW FOR THAT AND THE BLURB! I AM TOLD WE WON'T HAVE LONG TO WAIT FOR THE BOOK, WHICH IS GREAT! LET'S TAKE A LOOK! 


THE AMAZING COVER:





STUNNING RIGHT? I TOLD YOU SO :p! NOW FOR THE BLURB: 



Things seem to be peaceful after the battle between the Fallen and the New Angels a year ago, but sometimes appearances can be deceiving.
Roman and Alexander have been enjoying their work, placing New Angels in various jobs throughout the East Coast, but they find out that the Fallen are not adhering to the rules put into place after the last conflict.


As Roman becomes more involved with helping the Elders figure out what the Fallen are up to now, Alexander gets closer to a Fallen Angel who Roman doesn’t trust, causing tension between himself and his soul mate. Roman’s warnings to Alexander and the others seem to fall on deaf ears. With Roman preoccupied by a demanding work schedule, will he have unknowingly placed Alexander in the hands of one of the most dangerous and sinister Fallen?


OK, YOU CAN'T WAIT NOW RIGHT? NEITHER CAN I! GREIN SAYS RELEASE DAY ISN'T FAR OFF, SO YOU CAN JOIN ME IN WAITING (SOMEWHAT PATIENTLY :p) FOR THIS ONE! THANKS FOR JOINING ME FOR THIS COVER REVEAL GUYS! SEE YOU BACK HERE FOR MY REVIEW!



EXPOSED RELEASE DAY REVIEW!


HELLO FRIENDS, I AM VERY EXCITED TO BRING YOU ME RELEASE DAY REVIEW OF EXPOSED BY BEY DECKARD! LOOK BELOW FOR MY REVIEW AND THE BUY LINK, LET'S GET TO IT! 




I CAN'T TELL YOU HOW PERFECT THIS QUOTE IS FOR THIS BOOK! YOU WILL HAVE TO READ IT AND FIND OUT WHY!! :) HERE IS MY REVIEW! 


Exposed
by: Bey Deckard
reviewed by: Becky


With middle-age looming, Greg offsets his boring day job with what truly feeds his soul: photography. The camera is an extension of himself where he exposes his passion for the intersect of pleasure and pain. However, the lens also acts as a barrier, protecting his subjects from the shameful mistakes of his past, and Greg is left isolated and lonely.

Emyr stands on the cusp of fame, but adulation and abuse are both eroding his confidence, and one night, at the river’s edge, he seeks solace in the rain, hoping to hide his tears.

The photographer and the virgin rock star share an accidental connection on that dark, drizzly night. When Greg invites Emyr back to his hotel room, no strings attached, the young man should have bolted. Instead, an odd sense of trust allows him to follow Greg’s lead.

When the camera comes out, Emyr learns the stage isn’t the only place he loves to perform as Greg touches something inside him that rarely awakens. Faced with a beautiful, talented boy whose soul is as lonely as his own, will Greg be able to face his past and come to terms with it, or will he run from the connection he so desperately desires?





I knew this would be an amazing book because I love all of this authors work, what I didn't expect was to fall in love with these characters so completely! Bey really knows how to draw you into a story like you are living it with the characters! 

Greg is just coasting through life, only doing photography, which is his passion, part time ( boy what hot photography it is too :P), Greg is damaged and he continues to let his past define his future. Will all that change when he meets budding star Emyr? 

Emyr needs someone to lean on and when he and Greg meet, sparks fly and he thinks he may have found his future. He doesn't know how deep Greg's pain from his past runs, can love save him, or do the scars run too deep?

This is a hot, sexy read you really can't miss! Thanks Bey, for another brilliant book! 


                                                   the 5 camera rating :)

I CAN'T STRESS ENOUGH HOW GREAT THIS BOOK IS, GRAB IT BELOW RIGHT NOW!!

AMAZON LINK

THANKS FOR JOINING ME FOR THIS RELEASE DAY REVIEW, I KNOW YOU WILL LOVE THIS BOOK AS MUCH AS I DO! 




Saturday, March 11, 2017

TROY OUT OF THE DARK REVIEW!!



HEY GUYS, I'M HERE (FINALLY) WITH MY REVIEW OF TROY: OUT OF THE DARK BY J.J. HARPER, AND MAN IS THIS BOOK AWESOME! BELOW IS MY REVIEW AS WELL AS THE BUY LINK! LET'S GET STARTED! 



THIS QUOTE IS BEYOND PERFECT FOR THIS BOOK, YOU WILL SEE WHY! HERE IS MY REVIEW: 

Rafferty ‘Raff’ McMahon—beaten, broken and cast out of his home at eighteen—turns to his aged aunt who helps him become a new man with a new name. Ten years later, a successful photographer with an edge to his work everyone seems to want, a call that will set his life on a roller coaster ride comes through. Troy Ballantyne, CEO of De’ath of You Enterprises, wants to meet him. Mesmerized by the voice coming down the line, Raff immediately agrees to the meeting.
“Hi, can I speak to Rafferty McMahon?” A deep and seductive voice asks.
“You are.” My reply is short, who the fuck is this? I’m having a horrendous day and, however hot this guy sounds, I want off my phone.


As he sets about researching, not the company but the man himself; captivated by Troy’s images, Raff is excited to meet the man behind the sexy drawl.
When Troy sets up a meeting with up-and-coming photographer Rafferty McMahon the last thing he expects is to be drawn to him. A connection he has already experienced once before, his heart beats a little faster. Is this for real?
“What do you want, Troy?” His voice, low and gravelly, sends shivers over my body.
“I don’t know. We have only just met but from the first moment I heard your voice I haven’t been able to stop thinking of you.”

The feeling of ownership overwhelms Troy and as much as he wants to stay locked away with only the memories of Franco, he can’t fight his feelings for this handsome man.
Is this the man Franco told Troy was waiting for him? Is he going to be the great love of his life? Will both Raff and Troy be allowed to be with their one true love, or is there someone out there ready to tear them apart?



If you have been waiting like I have for Troy to find love again after losing Franco in book 1, then you will love this book as much as I do! The chemistry between Troy and Raff is off the charts, but they will have to work for their happy ever after if that is in fact what they're after! 

Troy hasn't found that spark with anyone since Franco, until he meets Raff, and let me tell you guys, these two are hot beyond words! If they want to be together they will have to navigate rough waters, and a past one of them thought he buried long ago! 

You guys need to read this book if you haven't, it's amazing and I can't wait until the next book, there are questions to be answered about a certain someone.... :)! Thanks J.J, for another wonderful story I won't soon forget! 

                                                  the 5 man bun rating :P

I JUST HAD TO DO THIS RATING IN HONOR OF RAFF! BELOW IS THE LINK IF YOU HAVEN'T READ THIS YET!! GRAB IT TODAY!!

AMAZON US LINK

THANKS FOR JOINING ME FOR MY REVIEW OF TROY: OUT OF THE DARK, SEE YOU NEXT TIME GUYS! 


Monday, March 6, 2017

SNAP SHOT COVER REVEAL!!


HEY GUYS! I AM SO EXCITED TO BRING YOU THE COVER REVEAL OF SNAP SHOT: CAYUGA COUGARS 1 BY V.L. LOCEY! IF YOU'RE A FAN OF HER POINT SHOT SERIES THEN YOU KNOW MARIO AND HIS TRANSGENDER LADY LILA! I AM SO GLAD THEIR BOOK IS FINALLY HERE! I HAVE THE COVER, BLURB, RELEASE DATE AND GOODREADS LINK, SO BE SURE TO ADD THIS TO YOUR TBR! LET'S TAKE A LOOK:


*side note: you can start this series if you haven't read the Point Shot series :)

THE COVER: 


BEAUTIFUL RIGHT? I LOVE THIS COVER!! NOW FOR THE BLURB: 

Mario McGarrity has been around the block – and rink – more than a few times. 

He’s creeping up on retirement age, has some dings and dents, and says what’s on his mind. Not exactly what most would consider a luxury ride, but his beautiful Lila - the transgender woman who stole his heart - loves him like no other woman ever has despite a little rust here and there. 

Everything is good - no, great - aside from the distance issue, until a surprise from Lila’s past crops up and moves in with her. Can Mario be the family man that Lila needs, or is this one game the old vet is unable to skate in?


IF YOU GUYS ONLY KNEW HOW EXCITED I AM FOR THIS BOOK!!! I'M FREAKING OUT!!! BELOW IS THE GOODREADS LINK, AND YOU CAN GET YOUR MITTS ON THIS BOOK APRIL 6TH!!! 

GOODREADS LINK

THANKS SO MUCH FOR JOINING ME FOR MY COVER REVEAL OF SNAP SHOT! SEE YOU BACK HERE ON RELEASE DAY FOR MY REVIEW!! SEE YOU THEN GUYS! 





Friday, March 3, 2017

POINT SHOT TRILOGY RELEASE BLITZ AND REVIEW POST!


HEY GUYS, IF YOU KNOW ME YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I LOVE V.L. LOCEY AND HER POINT SHOT SERIES! I AM THRILLED TO BE PART OF PROMOTING THE BOXED SET OF THIS AMAZING TRILOGY (AND ANY CHANCE I GET TO TALK ABOUT MY VIC I GRAB!) LOOK BELOW FOR BOOK INFO AND MORE INCLUDING A GIVEAWAY! UNDER EACH BOOK BLURB I HAVE PUT MY REVIEW LINK FOR THAT BOOK! I HAVE REVIEWED ALL OF THESE BOOKS AND LOVE THEM SO MUCH! LET'S TAKE A LOOK!

Buy Links: Amazon US | Amazon UK

Two Man Advantage

Victor Kalinski, all-star forward for the Boston Barracudas, is one of the biggest jerks in professional hockey. Before long his aggressive attitude gets him shipped off to play in the minor leagues.

Furious, he takes to the ice with equal amounts of skill and scathing sarcasm, which doesn’t win him any friends—except for good-natured alternate captain Daniel Arou. He won’t take any of Vic’s crap, and he won’t take no for an answer.

But Vic’s troublemaking is pulling his career one way while Dan’s talent is pushing his in the other. However much they scorch the sheets, they might soon be separated by more than Vic’s fear of being hurt.



Game Misconduct

Life has been treating Victor Kalinski well, which is a surprise for the ginger-haired forward with the venomous tongue. His career is somewhat stable, at least for another season. His relationship with Cougars alternate captain Dan Arou is deepening, despite the fact that Daniel has yet to come out of the closet.

It’s typical Kalinski luck when a puck bunny he shared a drunken night with several months ago slaps him with a paternity suit. Despite the sizzling passion and painfully heartfelt connection between them, Dan doesn’t take the news well, and heads back to Canada alone.

If he wants to make things right and win back the man he loves, Vic has no choice but to swallow his pride—and nobody’s prouder than hotheaded, ego-driven Victor Kalinski.


Full Strength

What a difference a year makes. Twelve months ago, Victor Kalinski was one of the best and most controversial ice hockey players in the pros. This year he’s playing in the minors, has a paternity case pending, and has just been vindictively outed to the world by one of his own teammates.

But he seems to find life in the tiny town of Cayuga to his liking. A large part of that is Dan Arou, the Cougars’ alternate captain and the man who now holds Victor’s heart. Surely venomous, viper-tongued Victor hasn’t been mellowed by love!

Well, perhaps a little. But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t intend to get sweet revenge on those who’ve hurt the man he loves and the friends he’s somehow made along the way.


I LOVE EACH AND EVERYONE OF THESE BOOKS AND YOU MIGHT WANNA CHECK OUT MY RATING PICS! HERE IS AN EXCERPT FROM TWO MAN ADVANTAGE: 

R-Rated Excerpt (From Two Man Advantage)

Lying beside him in the dark, I was thinking about getting under the covers to suck him off when he asked me what I thought about the team.
I shrugged the shoulder his dark head rested on. “They suck, man.” I ran my tongue over my teeth.
“Think so, do you?” he enquired. “I hate that sound you make when you suck air through your teeth.”
“Um, yah,” I snorted, my palm resting on his shoulder. “I mean, no offense, but if not for you that bunch of losers wouldn’t have the few wins they do. And tough shit about the teeth sounds.”
Dan’s exhalation blew over my nipple. It puckered up into a tiny pink bead. I really wanted to get oral on this man. He seemed to be chatty, though. I didn’t dare comment on how girly that was. My ass was still recovering from the last slur against his manhood I’d made.
“You’re right,” he confessed, sitting up against my wishes to turn on the light. I squeezed my eyes shut and bitched about the wattage. “You think you could help us out?”
My nose wrinkled. “Dan, man, look, maybe if I were going to be here for the season, yeah, I’d be happy to pass along what tricks I’ve learned. But this trip is just for a week or two.” I had hoped he would drop it as soon as I weaseled around. He didn’t. His blue eyes stayed glued to me. “Arou, man, don’t make this harder than it is. Why don’t you just turn out the light, lie down and let me get you off again?”
I saw the desire flare up in his gaze. “I’d consider it a favor if you gave the other guys a hand. They’re buddies, you know?”
“Whose buddies? Not mine. They all fucking hate me,” I countered, pulling him back to the bed.
He flopped down with a sigh of exasperation. I rolled over him and began tasting his neck. He was just as bound up in this crazy thing we shared as I was. His neck and jaw tightened as he worked to fight the fire trail where my tongue and lips moved over him, but the nudge of his erection against my stomach showed he couldn’t control the need for me any more than I could handle my need for him.
“That’s because you’re a dick,” he ground out as I tongued his navel.
I agreed, then licked a long trail across his belly.




Author Bio

V.L. Locey loves worn jeans, yoga, belly laughs, walking, reading and writing lusty tales, Greek mythology, the New York Rangers, comic books, and coffee. (Not necessarily in that order.) She shares her life with her husband, her daughter, one dog, two cats, a flock of assorted domestic fowl, and two Jersey steers.

When not writing spicy romances, she enjoys spending her day with her menagerie in the rolling hills of Pennsylvania with a cup of fresh java in hand. She can also be found online on Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest, and GoodReads.

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THANKS FOR DROPPING BY GUYS, AND CHECK OUT MY REVIEWS AND GRAB THESE BOOKS! YOU WILL LOVE VICTOR AS MUCH AS I DO (BUT SORRY YOU CAN'T HAVE HIM :p) SEE YOU NEXT TIME, AND DON'T FORGET TO ENTER THE GIVEAWAY BELOW! 



AS THE SUN SETS REVIEW AND PROMO POST!!


HEY FRIENDS, BOY AM I LATE TO THE PARTY ON THIS ONE BUT I LOVE LOVE LOVE THIS BOOK AND CAN'T WAIT TO BRING YOU MY (LATE :( ) REVIEW!! SO LOOK BELOW FOR THAT AND MORE INCLUDING AN EXCERPT, SO LET'S TAKE A LOOK!!



YOU DON'T KNOW HOW PERFECT THIS QUOTE IS FOR SCOTT!!! HERE IS MY REVIEW!


A sea change could be just what the doctor ordered.

Doctor Scott Penney used to be a Paediatric Oncologist—until he burned out. Watching children suffer and die took its toll on his mental health. To cope, he used anonymous sex as an emotional crutch, thinking it was better than hitting the bottle. But that inevitably destroyed his relationship with the man he loved.
With his tail between his legs and a year’s worth of celibacy under his belt, Scott accepts a position as an Accident and Emergency consultant, leaving his career in oncology and London behind.
Ben Jenkins is a paediatric nurse who loves his seaside city, his job, and his faithful old Labrador, Happy. When he meets the new doctor, Ben falls for Scott’s kind-yet-reserved personality—not to mention his good looks. Scott is great with the children who come through the hospital, but Ben senses there’s more to Scott than meets the eye.
Scott tries to resist Ben’s sunny charm—Scott’s not boyfriend material, after all—but it’s impossible not to fall in love with the sad looking old dog and his charming owner. As Scott and Ben get closer and the weather heats up, tragedy strikes and Ben is left wondering how much of Scott’s history he actually knows.
For them to move forward, Ben must show Scott that no matter what happened in the past, a beautiful day can always start after the sun sets.


**This can be read as a standalone**



Scott is running from his past mistakes and what he doesn't know is that until he can make peace with himself, he will never be happy. When he meets Ben after he moves to a small town to start over, he realizes that maybe he had found someone who he wants to start something with, but does he trust himself to not mess things up? 

Ben likes Scott, but does he know everything about him? What will happen when Scott is forced to deal with his past one way or another? Will it be to much for them? Can Ben convince Scott that sometimes we must look forward not back? 

This is an amazing book, and you can read it as a standalone but I encourage to read all the books in this series! Thanks Rj, for another amazing piece of writing! 


                                               the 5 Happy rating :)

I LOVE BEN'S DOG HAPPY, SO I JUST HAD TO DO THIS RATING! GRAB THE BOOK AND YOU WILL LOVE HAPPY TOO! 



NOW FOR AN EXCERPT: 

I SHIFTED from foot to foot while Ben gave Happy a quick brush down. “Have you eaten? I mean, we missed the pizza and…” I stared at the floor, willing my stomach to stop rolling. Maybe food would help settle it, buy me some time to get myself together.
Ben looked up at me from his spot on the kitchen floor. He’d brushed Happy and was sweeping the bits of dirt into a small dustpan. His eyes were warm but held a concern in them I hadn’t seen before. He turned his attention back to his dog. “Go and lie down, boy.” He patted his rump, Happy seemingly content to go to his bed under the window and curl up. After putting the pan away, Ben came and stood before me, taking my hand in his. “We’ll eat later. C’mon.” He dragged me up the stairs to the bathroom.
I watched in the doorway as Ben turned on the tap for the shower. It was foolish. I shouldn’t be so nervous around a man I planned on having sex with, but I didn’t want it to turn out like last time.
I saw a movie once where someone said, ‘Even bad sex is good sex.’ I couldn’t agree with that statement. I knew what good sex felt like. I also knew that last time I’d been in Ben’s bedroom, it had been a complete fucking disaster.
What if we weren’t compatible in bed? What if we tried to make a go of this relationship—if that’s what it was—and it died all because I couldn’t get past my nervousness in the sack?
“Leave it at the door.” Ben stripped out of his clothes, his gaze holding mine hostage.
“My clothes?” Did my voice just crack? I coughed, trying to clear my throat.
“No. Your anxiety. From now on when we’re together, your nerves are not allowed here.” Ben raised a brow. “Okay?” He stood naked before me, the freckles on his pale chest standing out like a beacon. He grabbed my hand. “It’s just me and you. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want or aren’t ready for, but your apprehension isn’t needed. We’re just two guys who are attracted to each other. I know you’re not a virgin.” Ben quirked his lips, that same smile that lit up any room he walked into. “Come shower with me. Let me show you how to let go. Let me wash it all away.”
Ben kissed me tenderly while helping me out of my clothes. His long, perfectly shaped dick hung flaccid against his thigh, and I wondered if I’d ever be able to get an erection again or would my nerves render me impotent. Despite him telling me to leave my doubts at the door, my skin tingled with unwanted tension. I tried to show him I was okay, but I feared my smile came out as more of a grimace.
“What if—?”
Ben pressed a finger to my lips. “They’re left at the door, remember? Leave them there. Clear your head.” He removed his finger and replaced it with his lips, giving me a brief kiss before stepping into the shower.

TRUST ME GUYS, YOU WILL LOVE THIS BOOK AS MUCH AS I DO! HERE IS A BIO AND SOCIAL LINKS FOR Rj, LOOK HER UP FRIENDS, SHE IS AMAZING! 

RJ's initial thought was if she could write their scene then they'd shut up and allow her to concentrate on other aspects of the day. That shower scene was 3000 words long and three hours of work.  But they didn't shut up.  They told her their entire story and she didn't sleep for days.  Sometimes she couldn't keep up with what they were telling her and she had to keep a notebook by the bed.
Whilst RJ was writing their story a side character decided he needed his story told too. Then other characters followed suit.
You see the problem? If RJ ever wants to sleep again then she needs to write.
RJ is a wife and a mother to two boys. Even her dog is a boy.
She is surrounded by males.

RJ writes emotionally charged, character driven romances. Her guys will always get their HEA, but it will never be easy.


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THANKS SO MUCH FOR JOINING ME FOR THIS REVIEW AND PROMO POST, AND Rj I AM SO SORRY I AM LATE WITH THIS, BUT THIS BOOK IS AMAZING AND I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE WHAT YOU HAVE IN STORE FOR US NEXT! 




Tuesday, February 28, 2017

RELEASE BLITZ PROMO POST: GHOST!!



HEY GUYS, I'M HERE WITH MY PROMO POST OF GHOST: SANCTUARY 9 BY RJ SCOTT! I LOVE LOVE LOVE THIS SERIES AND I CAN'T WAIT TO BRING YOU MY REVIEW OF THIS BOOK! BELOW IS BOOK INFO AND MUCH MORE INCLUDING AN EXCERPT AND GIVEAWAY! ENJOY AND GRAB THIS ONE TODAY! 




Buy Links: Amazon US | Amazon UK


Cover: BitterGrace Art


Length: 45,000 words


Sanctuary Series


Guarding Morgan (Book #1) Amazon US | Amazon UK

The Only Easy Day (Book #2) Amazon US | Amazon UK

Face Value (Book #3) Amazon US | Amazon UK

Still Waters (Book #4) Amazon US | Amazon UK

Full Circle (Book #5) Amazon US | Amazon UK

The Journal of Sanctuary One (Book #6) Amazon US | Amazon UK

Worlds Collide (Book #7) Amazon US | Amazon UK

Accidental Hero (Book #8) Amazon US | Amazon UK


Blurb


Can you ever hold on to a ghost?


Elliot is tracking an elusive killer, codenamed Ghost, with ties to organized crime. Every time the Sanctuary team gets close, Ghost slips their grasp.


Cole has nowhere left to turn. With his father dying and his sister in danger, he turns for help to the very people trying to track him down. Sanctuary’s assistance is what he needs to punch another hole in Varga’s organization.


When Elliot and Cole meet, it isn’t just passion that consumes them. When lust becomes something more, Elliot realizes that sometimes you can’t hold on to a ghost, and that sacrifice is often the only way to make things right.


Chapter One

“This is not going to end well,” his sister warned him, an edge to her voice.

“I just need five minutes.” Cole was aiming for composed and in control, despite the fact his adrenaline was spiking dangerously high. Where was his center? Where was his ability to see events unfold before him with calm consideration?

Gone as soon as your two worlds began to collide with the horrible realization that today would finally be the day you might not make it out alive.

“Cole—”

“Do your job, sis.”

“Fuck you, big brother.”

Cole didn’t answer that one. As the controller of the op, she wouldn’t take her eyes off the meeting she was tasked with watching—six of Varga’s key men in a restaurant on Halsted, giving him the heads-up when they disbanded and headed toward the run-down warehouse district for the meeting. He was there to deal with a man who didn’t deserve to live on this earth, and he was already fighting the sickness roiling in his stomach.

Unfortunately, things had taken a turn for the worse, and Cole wished he could say he’d expected the shit to hit the fan, but he hadn’t. He’d honestly thought tonight would go smoothly given he’d evaded Sanctuary again.

He’d been the mouse avoiding the trap for so long that he’d not seen the pattern emerging. Slowly but surely, Sanctuary was getting closer, the proverbial thorn in his side. It was as though they were second-guessing him, tracking him enough to see patterns.

Patterns killed people in his line of work.

He checked his gun, considered holstering it. No one was supposed to die tonight; it was just a deal—money for human lives—something he’d been working on for months. His job was to fix this, but Sanctuary kept getting in his way.

And if they caught up with him again, with their do-good meddling and their freaking unanswered questions, he was way too smart to get caught.

Normally.

“Bad guys are only five minutes out,” his sister warned again. He didn’t answer, and she wouldn’t expect him to. “And you’ve got company with Sanctuary tracking your way.”

“Fuck.”

“You need me there?”

Cole weighed his options. She needed to be with their father, who couldn’t be left, so it was just Cole and his gun and his sorely tested wits.

He’d need his gun if he needed to get away from that Sanctuary fucker Elliot. The man was like a dog with a bone, and Cole couldn’t afford to be compromised tonight. Every meeting, every mission, Elliot got closer, yet Cole couldn’t move from his spot or everything would go to shit and he’d lose his chance of getting the best human return for his cash.

Sanctuary was the elite, but he knew he was better, or he’d have died a long time ago. Bravado and confidence had gotten him this far in life, mostly unharmed and thankfully alive. But if Elliot arrived when the shit was hitting the fan, he’d be collateral damage, and Cole wasn’t ready to work on those terms.

He moved even deeper into the shadows, his back against the brick wall, an exit to the street on his right, the parking lot on his left. Above his head was the fire escape pull-down ladder for that apartment block; at his feet, the ground was damp with the rain that had only eased up a few minutes ago, and distant streetlights sparkled in puddle remnants just outside the cloak of darkness. Everything was quiet; but moments away, following fuck-knows-what lead to get there, was Sanctuary.

Or, more correctly, Elliot, with his dogged determination and his uncanny ability to see beyond a scene and know exactly where Cole had gone.

Last time, Elliot had only missed him by a single minute, and Cole wasn’t ashamed to admit that the near misses sent a frisson of excitement up his spine. Too often he’d been the steady one, staring down a scope, a surgical removal to keep others safe, distanced from the kill and the action. The cat and mouse with Elliot was a game that he was enjoying far too much.

Add to which, Elliot was gorgeous and sexy, and all kinds of a hard-ass, and Cole was happy to surveil the guy every moment he could. Elliot was a good guy who didn’t smile much, but he’d broken up with his boyfriend two months before; he shopped organically and lived close to the place Sanctuary called Head Office in Chicago. All things being even, Elliot would score high on Cole’s list of ideal attributes in a lover. There was nothing better than roughing up an organic-loving tight-ass and reducing him to a puddle of goo in the middle of snow-white sheets.

Not that he’d spent a long time fantasizing about Elliot naked and in his bed.

He listened for the tiny noises that would give Elliot’s arrival away, not as close as breathing, but his movement could block sounds from the street beyond, if only infinitesimally.

The cold air promised more snow; Cole knew the only thing that could give him away would be the puff of his breath, so he burrowed down into the scarf twisted around his neck.

A soft scuff of leather on the sidewalk had Cole stiffening, and he briefly tightened his grip on the lethal SIG in his hand. He relaxed only a millisecond later when a woman’s laughter and a man’s voice had him focusing past the light and to the street beyond. He was right on Englewood’s district line, and the whole meeting was playing out in a place where he felt way too exposed. He knew his mark had set this meet here for a reason. Mario was a shifty fucker who played the game of criminal very well. Little did the man know that nothing was going to keep him safe if he fucked Cole over. Not tonight. Not ever.

The woman laughed again, but this time the sound seemed a little off, as if she hadn’t really meant to laugh. There was no real joy in the noise.

Too late he realized what that meant.

Too late when the whisper of a movement to his left turned into the barrel of a weapon smacking his temple.

The wall kept him standing, but the sweep of a foot behind his knee had him landing heavily on one side, in stagnant water. Cole didn’t lay there waiting for the next part of this dance; he was rolling even as he fell, one leg darting out as he rose, catching his assailant in the thigh and causing him to stumble back. Coming to a crouch, Cole admired the way the other man’s stumble turned into nothing more than a sidestep and a twisting motion that missed Cole by inches.

Cole took the initiative, stepping right into the man’s space, up close to Elliot’s face, and in seconds he’d pushed him hard against the wall.

“Leave it,” Cole growled, when what he wanted to do was sit Elliot down and explain exactly why he needed Elliot to leave right the fuck now.

“Fuck you,” Elliot snapped, even as he fell limp in Cole’s hold, then yanked free to shove a knee right into Cole’s groin.

He missed by inches; the force of the shove went to Cole’s inner thigh, hard enough to give him a dead leg long enough to give Elliot the upper hand.

But Cole wasn’t done. He countered with a punch to Elliot’s face, feeling the wetness of fist on skin at the point where Elliot’s head snapped back with a spray of blood. A normal man would be on the ground after that—hell, a normal man wouldn’t have gotten out of Cole’s press against the wall.

Elliot wasn’t a normal man. He was trained, focused, and fucking vicious at it.

“They’re really close now; you need to end this with Sanctuary.”

His sister’s voice in his ear was enough to make Cole follow through with another punch that caught cheekbone and hair and then slid past to slam the wall. He cursed the contact and his stupidity at giving Elliot the upper hand. This time it was Cole himself up against the wall, and he could see dark eyes, focused and hard, and feel the fingers tightening on his throat. He attempted to go limp, but all Elliot did was push harder, which left only one thing. Elliot was close, and with a concerted effort, Cole snapped his head forward, the top smacking Elliot between the eyes.

Elliot crumpled at first, momentarily stunned, and then he stumbled to stand.

But Cole was prepared, retrieving his weapon and pointing it directly at Elliot. “Run,” he snapped.

Elliot said nothing, stepping toward him. Fuck, did the man not care that Cole had a gun on him?

“You have company one minute out.” The voice in his ear sounded a little frantic.

Fuck, this whole thing was going wrong. Cole had his mark and various cronies bearing down on him, and Sanctuary in the shape of Elliot right in the freaking middle.

But if Cole left, then what about the kids? Teenagers the same age as his brother, straight from the boat, working in slavery for the Varga organization. They had a deal, and tonight Cole had the money and the upper hand.

Or at least he had until Elliot tracked him down.

“You have to leave,” he snapped and gestured with the gun.

Surprise made Elliot frown, and only when he saw that did Cole realize he’d fucked up—they were standing under the street light. They needed to get back into the shadows. Cole shoved him back against the wall, wincing at the sound of Elliot’s skull making contact with the bricks before he wordlessly slid to the ground in the darkness.

And then it was too late to think of anything.

At the same time his sister’s frantic voice warned him that a car was turning onto the street, Cole heard a voice from the darkness.

So, his mark had sent an advance guard, and all Cole could think was that if it was his time to die, he didn’t want to take anyone with him.

“Drop the gun, asshole,” a voice said from somewhere beyond the light. He caught sight of the semi-automatic weapon as the person stepped forward; he didn’t stand a chance against that kind of firepower. The barrel of another gun poked at the base of his skull.

Cole dropped his pistol to the ground, feeling abruptly bereft. “It’s done,” he said to whoever the hell was behind him.

Cole lifted his hands and laced them behind his head, looking right into the darkness, not able to see Elliot’s form but hoping to hell he stayed the fuck down. Very deliberately he turned to face the man with the gun at his head.

“Talk to me,” his sister snapped at him, her voice dead and cold, gone past emotional and well into focused.

“You realize I have a meeting with Mario, right? That this was organized? He won’t take it well when he finds out you’re here with a gun on me.”

A nasal voice joined in. “I’m quite happy with the situation,” Mario said.

And right there and then, Cole knew time was up. He needed to confront this; he had a legitimate cover there, and he needed to maintain it. Slowly he unclasped his hands and let them hang loosely at his sides. “What the fuck, man?” he asked.

“Do you have access to the money?”

Cole wasn’t letting the evil fucker get control of the conversation. “How many?” he asked firmly.

Mario looked at him; a group of others, all armed, were crowding around him. Mario was nothing if not the nervous type, twitchy like a ferret, all sharp angles, and meth-head eyes. He’d made it so far in the Varga organization only due to the fact he was Varga’s nephew or cousin, or some such shit.

He was also suspicious as hell of anything and everything, which was why it had taken this long for Cole to get anywhere near him. Tonight wasn’t the night that Cole got to deal with erasing Mario from existence; he had kids to get out alive. That was his priority.

“You can have seven of them,” Mario said, his lips stretching in an obscene grin.

“The deal was for all ten.”

Mario shrugged as if he wasn’t playing with people’s lives. “I have a market for the other three,” he said nonchalantly.

Cole knew exactly what that meant: the younger girls parceled up and sold on. “All ten, or no deal,” he stated, keeping emotion out of his voice.

“Then the price goes up. No skin off my nose who gets them.”

“How much?”

“Well now... just how badly do you want them all?”

One of Mario’s men snickered, and the sound echoed in the otherwise quiet alley.

Cole could play it two ways: show his hand and admit he was desperate to get all ten of the illegals Mario had, or try to call his bluff.

“Fuck you,” Cole said, and drew himself tall. He wished he had his weapon, but he’d just have to hope to hell that confronting was the answer. “The deal’s off.”

He bent to pick up his weapon, slowly placing it back into the holster and straightening his jacket. Varga senior would be pissed with his lieutenant blowing a deal like that. Getting illegals to the city was one thing, offloading them with profit above and beyond what the illegals had probably paid to get there was an entirely different ball game. He could visualize the thought processes going on…Mario was the youngest of three lieutenants that reported to Varga, the one still out to prove himself, and he wouldn’t want to lose the deal.

“An extra ten,” Mario said, throwing it out as if it meant nothing to him.

“Five.” Cole couldn’t give in too easily.

“Hell, I can get double that on the ’net for the seven-year-old,” Mario said.

Cole had to stop the panic pushing at his chest and nausea that threatened to have him vomiting on the sidewalk. The idea of a child as young as seven being under this bastard’s control made him sick to his stomach. He pretended to consider the deal, knowing full well he’d pay every fucking cent. “Seven-five and we’re done, cash in the bank.” He even injected a small note of respect into his voice, which had Mario preening in front of his posse. He’d save face, and Cole would keep his persona of didn’t-give-a-shit human trafficker intact.

“I’ll take that,” Mario said.

One of the posse stepped forward, and intel was buzzing in his ear about twelve souls being inside the warehouse. Not ten, twelve. Two of them were moving around, the other ten not moving much. Twelve heat signatures, so all ten kids were alive—but the extra two? Mario was fucking with him, had likely placed two men inside. Cole would take a step inside the warehouse, and be a dead man.

How had he blown his cover? This wasn’t the first deal he’d brokered with Mario, setting up his cover as a trader in human flesh, looking for ways to save lives and get deep into Varga’s organization at the same time. But something wasn’t right…

Very carefully and deliberately he pulled out his cell, and with a few button presses, transferred the fifty, plus the extra seven-five, into the account he’d been given details of. Next to Mario one of the guys checked his own cell and nodded.

“It’s cleared.”

Mario tossed the key card for the warehouse to Cole, who caught it deftly. “All yours,” Mario said, and then he turned and left, taking everyone with him.

“Heads-up,” his sister said. “The extra two have left the building at the rear. Hovering outside the closed door.”

What the fuck?

Cole crossed to the steel door and waved the card at the lock, half surprised when the door actually clicked and swung open. He pushed his way in to be faced with piles of packing cases and pallets. Pulling the door shut behind him, he cautiously made his way around the piles and checked out the corners of the warehouse. He’d lost contact with outside assistance since he’d walked in there, just one hell of a lot of static and not much in the way of a voice.

He rounded what he imagined was the last corner to find ten—he counted—kids and teenagers, none older than fourteen: six girls and four boys huddled together, bound with chains to a metal framework. Most of them stared at him with dead eyes; only the youngest was whimpering and crying. What had they been through to get here? Torn from their families, placed into shipping containers, and then passed around to their new owners on payment of money?

Immediately he went to a crouch and held out a hand in a gesture of innocence. “It’s okay,” he said in English. “I’m here to help.”

He repeated it in as many languages as he’d learned those words in, hoping to hell he’d hit the jackpot somewhere along the way. He approached the closest child, a boy of thirteen or so who stared at him blankly. Apologizing in soft tones, Cole reached over and checked the chain. He found a simple lock that he could have them out of quickly. He pulled out his kit, dealt first with one lock, then another, his hands shaky at first, waiting to die in a hail of bullets. At least he could get the kids away.

The radio crackled and hissed in his ear; he could only make out a few words. Fire! Get out.

Resolutely he continued with the chains until all ten were free; he realized they’d all gathered close to him, some holding hands, but all looking to him as smoke edged under the boxes and into their corner. Cole was considerably taller than the children, and he could see past the nearest blockage to a hint of fire beyond, cutting them off from the exit.

So, that was how he was being taken out of the equation; that was how Mario deleted him from the Chicago sex trade. Mario was removing a rival, along with ten innocent kids.

Think.

“Sis? Can you hear me?” He spoke loudly above the sound of the littlest girl crying. In a smooth move, he scooped her up, holding her tight. If there was no way out of here and they were all going to die, what would he do? He had bullets; he could shoot some of the kids? Fuck, the horror was sick inside him. Think. Think. He wasn’t going to let anyone burn to death.

Stop, he told himself. There’s nothing to be won by planning for the worst.

He looked up at the vents and tiny windows about twenty feet from the floor. He could pile boxes, pass the kids up, smash the window.

The heat was getting noticeable; the huddle of kids pressed tighter. They didn’t have much time. An explosion of glass had them all ducking as panes shattered around them. Had the fire reached the windows?

Then he heard shouting.

“Up here!” a voice demanded, and peering up, Cole could see Elliot scrambling through the space and lowering himself in, dropping and rolling awkwardly. “Get the boxes.”

For a second, Cole was immobile, and then adrenaline flooded into him. Between him and Elliot, they made a pile of boxes and crates. A step up, lifting and dragging, and one by one the kids were out of the window, wriggling through the space. Elliot went next, going out, then reaching back in as fire began to lick at the boxes.

Cole’s breathing became labored. And then he spotted the smallest kid, curled into a ball, her face hidden by her hands and her long dark hair. She was so tiny and scared, way down on the ground, not climbing up as the others had done. Cole thought she’d been first out, but in the chaos, he’d missed her.

“Kid!” Elliot shouted from the window.

But if anything, she curled tighter, her hands over her ears, rocking slowly. “I’m going back down,” Cole said.

“You have thirty seconds before this whole place lights up.”

Cole didn’t hesitate—he wasn’t about to leave a child behind. He jumped lithely to the floor and into a crouch, cursing at the pain shooting up from his knee, as he crawled low under the choking smoke to where the girl huddled.

He grabbed her, but she wailed and fought against his hold. Cole ignored the scratching of fingers and the sheer panic, and climbed the crates up to the window, his chest tight; breathing hard. There he unfurled her fingers, shoving the girl through the space to Elliot, who yanked her through.

“Is that ten?” Cole gasped as the box he stood on wavered; he gripped hard at the windowsill.

“Get out.”

“Is that all ten kids?”

“Yes, grab hold!” Elliot held out a hand.

Cole tried to grip as the pile toppled, their fingers touched, and then the world fell away, stopped in a millisecond by Elliot leaning in and grabbing at Cole. Elliot pulled, and Cole scrambled, and the hungry fire bit at him, burned him even as he fell out of the building and the force of hitting the trash cans below was enough to steal his breath.

“Jesus,” Elliot snapped, smacking at Cole’s jacket to extinguish the flames as Cole shrugged it off in a panic.

As he rolled, he pulled his weapon from its holster and pointed it right between Elliot’s eyes, waiting for him to make a move. All Elliot did was raise his hands and stare at Cole with an expression that Cole couldn’t read.

Cole asked, “Where are Mario’s two goons?”

“Out cold. You’re not the man we profiled. Who the fuck are you really?”

Cole didn’t answer.

“You should know I called 911,” Elliot said, his expression unreadable.

Was Elliot giving him a chance to leave? A warning? He seemed more interested in hugging the kids to him protectively than in taking Cole down.

Cole looked away from the kids to Elliot and holstered his gun. “Do this for them,” he said. To get involved with the cops at that moment would destroy everything. “The Andreas Home on Windsor Street. It’s a special place for kids taken from their parents like this. Will you take them?”

Elliot nodded. “Yes,” he said, all seriousness. Then he inclined his head toward the sound of sirens.


Cole grabbed what was left of his jacket, and with one last look at Elliot and the kids, he was gone.


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RJ Scott is the bestselling romance author of over 100 romance books. She writes emotional stories of complicated characters, cowboys, millionaire, princes, and the men and women who get mixed up in their lives. RJ is known for writing books that always end with a happy ever after. She lives just outside London and spends every waking minute she isn't with family either reading or writing.


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