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OH BOY!!  Are you ready for more hotness from Author AE Via?!  We thought you might be.  We sure are.  We're tickled to announce the release of another book in the amazing "Nothing Special" series.  "Here Comes Trouble" indeed!  This lady specializes in writing memorable, strong, and badass men.  If you haven't caught this series, you won't want to miss it!  Book one is "Nothing Special" (for which the series is named after).  Book two is "Embracing His Syn", and now this sexy story makes its debut.  We're gonna treat you folks with an excerpt and some gorgeous art.  Also, don't miss out on the Rafflecopter below for a chance to win three digital e-copies of the book and a $20 amazon gift card!  Let's get started shall we!

Book Three of the "Nothing Special" series
Detectives Mark Ruxsberg and Chris Green are very good at their jobs. Being the enforcers for God and Day's notorious Atlanta PD Narcotics Task Force causes the crazy duo to get into more trouble than they can often get out of. The pair never misses out on an opportunity to drive their Lieutenants crazy with their dangerous, reckless, and costly stunts, landing them in the hot seat in front God... often.

Ruxs and Green love their jobs and they don't mind the very demanding schedule that leaves them little time for socializing or dating. It was fine with them, they enjoyed hanging out with each other anyway.

However, most of the men in their close circle of friends and colleagues are pairing off and settling down. God has Day, Ro has Johnson, and their Sergeant Syn has Furious.

For the past several years, Ruxs has only sought out the advice and company of one person, his partner and best friend Green, and vice versa. Both of these alpha males are presumed straight, but neither can deny the heat that's building in their once 'just friends' relationship.

Here's an excerpt, just for us, from AE VIA!

Ruxs and Green watched Day move about in the office, not bothering to even look in their direction. It was unnerving to say the least. It was like the calm before the storm. The door to the office flew open, hitting the desk behind it so hard, Ruxs was amazed the damn glass didn’t shatter. God. The storm was here. The IT guys turned away from their many monitors and waited for the show to begin. Even a few of the officers in the bullpen rose up from their desk to look through the glass that separated their offices. Ruxs had an urge to close all the blinds. Nosey fuckers.

God leveled a hard look at them that had him and Green both yanking their boots off their desk and sitting up straight. God’s long hair was pulled back in its usual tight ponytail. His gold badge hung from his neck sitting right between his two holstered chrome and gold Desert Eagles. His green eyes gleamed with fury. Fuck, he was really mad. He pointed at them while closing the large distance between them in five long strides.

“You two. What’s your fuckin’ job titles?” God’s voice was deep and when he yelled, it sounded like thunder. “Speak the fuck up! What’s your job title?”

Ruxs mumbled, “Tactical extract —”

God slammed his huge hands on their desk before Ruxs could finish, sending a few papers flying onto the floor. “That’s right! Tactical Extraction Specialist!” God’s voice boomed in his deep Southern accent as he towered over them and Ruxs felt extremely uncomfortable sitting there. He wasn’t in danger per se. God would never put his hands on anyone, but it didn’t mean he couldn’t invoke fear. He continued. “What’s your fuckin’ job description?”

Ruxs and Green looked back and forth between each other. It was a bullshit title along with a bullshit job description. Everyone knew it. God and Day made it up so that Ruxs and Green could get on the task force. The only skill they’d mastered was hand-to-hand combat. They weren’t IT, special weapons, demolitions, or psych, like Ro and Day. Their specialty was beating the shit out of people. That kept God from having to be on the streets all the time. He’d send them to do the extractions. Drug dealers and addicts didn’t always come willingly. They were good at it. But their positions still had to be justified – taxpayers’ dollars well spent and all that crap.

 “Tactical! Tactical!” God shouted. “Means carefully planned, so that it’s done with subtlety and finesse.” God yanked the file that was in Day’s hand and opened it. “Not running through the streets like a crazy person! Barreling over a man on a bike and almost killing him. Slamming into a city bus full of people. Damn near killing an old lady! And for what? For some strung-out, unreliable crack head informant! Goddamnit!”

Day stepped closer and put a calming hand on God’s back. The man looked like he was going to burst a blood vessel. Ruxs and Green had been in the hot seat so many times that they no longer bothered to argue. They just let their LTs have their rant, then they went back out on the streets. Because honestly, out of the twenty men on their task force they were the ones that secured the information, so without them there wouldn’t be shit to bust.

“Come on guys. You know it ain’t easy chasing a damn crack head. I don’t know where the fuck they get that damn speed from. Shit.” Green shrugged.
Ruxs heard a deep chuckle come from the door. Syn walked in looking amused at their conversation. Their sergeant was one of the most laid back but somehow ridiculously stern guys he’d ever met. He had no problem handling the task force with a demanding ease. He was their lieutenants’ right hand man and a badass himself. Everyone’s attention turned back to God when he yelled out again.
“Thirty-thousand goddamn dollars. That’s how much you dumb fucks just cost my department.” God slammed the file on their desk and looked at them with an angry, glowing green stare. “It better be fuckin’ worth it. Speak!”
Ruxs didn’t hesitate. He knew what they had was going to really pique God and Day’s interest. “Chainz is getting ready to bring in some serious weight in the next few weeks. He’s dealing with some foreign contacts that will be accompanying the shipment.”
Green sat up closer, finishing Ruxs thought.
“Get this shit. He’s bringing it to Clev Ave., thinking there won’t be any heat watching those houses.”
Ruxs was shaking his head, knowing that God’s ire was settling fast at the thought of making that kind of a huge bust. Finally taking down one of the major drug kings in Atlanta and a few potential foreign drug smugglers. Fuck yeah. This would make National news.
“How sure do you think this informant was?” Syn asked.
Ruxs spoke confidently. “He looked shook. Said that the neighborhood wasn’t feeling this type of activity. It’s like they want Chainz to get stopped on this one. Tommy Tee looked dead serious when he told us. Said that a few of Chainz’s main carriers been trying to pull back on this deal… like they didn’t want to be a part of it.”
God was stroking his goatee and looking at Day – doing that silent talking shit that they always did. Day shook his head yes as if God had actually spoken and turned to Syn. “Syn get on that. Let’s see what pans out.” God and Day walked out of the office, more than likely going to run this by the captain.
Syn turned towards them. “Poke around and see just who might actually want Chainz stopped. Maybe one of his key players is willing to roll on him.”
Ruxs and Green both stood up. Time to go back to work.
“Do what you guys do.” Syn leveled his own strict glare on them. Everyone knew the sergeant didn’t take no shorts either. He could come down on them just as hard as the LTs. “Just do it with a lot more tact fellas. Got me? You’re the guys that don’t exist, doing the things that didn’t happen, on the orders that nobody gave.”
“Yes, sir,” they said in unison.

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Nothing Special by AE VIA

 THIS TITLE HAS BEEN REVISED AND REEDITED. An additional 6k words have been added to the original text.

Detective Cashel 'Cash' Godfrey is big, tattooed and angry so people typically keep their distance. He's fresh out of the police academy, however, no one is looking to partner with the six foot four beast with a huge chip on his shoulder and an inability to trust. When Cash scans the orientation room he wasn't expecting to find sexy hazel eyes locked onto him. Eyes of the handsome Detective Leonidis 'Leo' Day.

Leo is charming, witty, hilariously sarcastic and the only one that can make Cash smile. He’s proud, out and one bad-ass detective.

Together Cash and Leo become the most revered and successful narcotics detectives Atlanta’s ever seen. Able to communicate and understand each other, without even having to voice it, they quickly climb up the promotional ranks.

When Cash saves Leo's life in a raid that turns deadly, Leo begins to see something in the big man that no one else does…something special. But Leo fears he'll never break through the impenetrable wall that protects Cash's heart.

Nothing Special takes the reader through various emotions throughout the richly fulfilling plot that’s full of erotic gay romance, heartache, passion, trials and tribulations, police action scenes, and an intriguing twist that comes to an amazing ending that’s impossible to see coming.
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A.E. Via is still a fairly new author in the beautiful gay erotic genre. Her writing embodies everything from spicy to scandalous. Her stories often include intriguing edges and twists that take readers to new, thought-provoking depths.

When she's not clicking away at her laptop, she devotes herself to her family--a husband and four children, her two pets, a Maltese dog and her white Siamese cat, ELynn, named after the late, great gay romance author E. Lynn Harris.

While she has just released her fifth novel, she has plenty more to come. So stalk her - she loves that - because the male on male action is just heating up!

Go to A.E. Via's official website for more detailed information on how to contact her, follow her, or a sneak peak on upcoming work, free reads, and where she'll appear next.


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