Friday, August 31, 2018

✴ Hot New Release ✴ Lover (Survivor book 2) Written by TM Smith Narrated by Nick J Russo @nickjrussovoice @TTCBooksandmore


Lover
By: T.M. Smith


Life has not always been kind to Shannon Dupree. On the outside, he's carefree and fun loving, but when it comes to his past, he's evasive and secretive. Running away from emotionally bereft parents at just 15, Shannon escapes life with them but steps into the waiting arms of the devil. 

Rory Landers is a rising star at the Bureau. His personal life, however, is nothing to write home about. He hopes to take his limited relationship with Frank Moore to the next level when they finally solve the Langford murder case, but that doesn't turn out as planned. On the plus side, he meets free-spirited college senior Shannon Dupree.



Rand Davis finds himself 40-something and single when his partner of more than a decade is unfaithful. Taking over the Cold Case Squad frees up some of his time, and Rand welcomes newfound friendships within the Langford-Moore family circle. He thinks relationships are not in the cards for him until he meets an agent with an attitude and a vivacious blond that make him want so much more. 



Past, present, pain, and suffering collide, ushering in the possibility of a life and love worth fighting for. Although their personalities couldn't be more different, their three hearts beat the same. Shannon, Rory, and Rand learn the definition of love, commitment, and strength, and if they allow themselves, the trio will find all that and more - in each other.  

NOTE: This is the sequel to Survivor. The stories should be heard in order.
©2018 TM Smith (P)2018 TM Smith
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Excerpt...


Prologue
Shannon 2010

Heart hammering in his chest, hands shaking, Shannon handed the attendant his ticket. The light on the scanner turned green and beeped, and he almost wept with joy. “Enjoy your flight, sir.” He nodded, took the piece of paper, and stuffed it into his jeans pocket, forcing himself to walk the long hallway to the plane and not run for his life, which was basically what he was doing. By now, Bruce would know what Shannon had done—that he wasn’t at work and he wouldn’t be coming home.

It had taken a year of patience and planning, convincing Bruce that he truly wanted to volunteer three days a week at a local homeless shelter. Then he saved every spare penny he could collect to purchase his ticket to freedom. His steps faltered when he remembered the last time he’d tried to leave. It was the angriest he’d ever seen Bruce, and that was saying a lot since the last three years of his life were consumed by his once-gentle lover’s anger and twisted pleasures. The early stages of their relationship were the happiest times of Shannon’s life. Bruce was gorgeous and kind; he listened to Shannon—seemed to support his aspirations to become a dancer and make a better life for himself far away from the home he shared with his emotionally distant parents that paid more attention to alcohol and arguments than to their fifteen-year-old son. Bruce was kind and romantic, luring him with promises of love and a life where they could be partners, equals. And Shannon fell for him…hook, line, and sinker.

He sucked in a ragged breath, barely biting back the scream clawing its way up his throat when someone bumped into him from behind. “Oh my, so sorry.” Shannon looked over his shoulder, nodding at the little old lady that grinned up at him. “Once the suitcase starts rolling, it’s hard for me to stop it sometimes.” She chuckled.

“It’s okay, no worries.” He exhaled sharply, the tension in his shoulders slowly releasing. He couldn’t be so jumpy; it might draw attention he desperately needed to avoid. But he couldn’t let his guard down either. Bruce and his driver, Tuan—also known as Shannon’s warden—could very well be in the terminal that very minute searching for him. Willing his body to relax, Shannon managed to put one foot in front of the other until he was tucked away in his window seat, his backpack that held everything he now owned under the seat in front of him.

The last thing he expected was the flood of emotions that slammed into him the moment the plane was in the air: Relief at not being caught this time and dragged back to Bruce’s condo—to be beaten and starved for weeks until he begged for mercy and promised he’d never try to leave again. Sadness for the minuscule amount of love he rarely received that he was now losing. Panic, frustration, and self-loathing…why? Now that he was finally close enough to the light at the end of the tunnel to flip the switch, did he really have the strength and courage to do so? How would he live? Hell, where would he live? He was an eighteen-year-old with no job, no home, no family or friends, and the few thousand dollars he’d managed to save over the past twelve months wouldn’t go far. He’d left his wallet in his locker at work with everything except his ID and Social Security card still inside. He’d removed the Sim card from his iPhone, stomped on it, and then flushed it down the toilet. His backpack held several changes of clothes, toiletries, a well-worn copy of Pride and Prejudice, and a cheap knockoff MP3 player he’d picked up at a shop in the airport since he’d left his iPhone in the cab, on purpose.

Reaching up, Shannon pulled the hood of his jacket over his head and leaned his forehead against the cool glass window, staring down at the specks of light as the plane climbed higher into the sky, carrying him farther away from Seattle. Tears blurred his vision, but he welcomed them. Finally, he was free.






A military brat born and raised at Ft. Benning Georgia; TM Smith is an avid reader, reviewer and writer. A Texas transplant, she now calls DFW her home. Most days she can be found curled up with a good book, or ticking away on her next novel.

Smith is a single mom of three disturbingly outspoken and decidedly different kids, one of which is Autistic. Besides her writing, she is passionate about Autism advocacy and LGBT rights. Because, seriously people, Love is Love!



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First book in the series, Survivor...



Taylor Langford’s world is torn apart when he is only thirteen years old—his parents killed, leaving him alone and orphaned. With no living relatives, he’d certainly be another statistic if not for the intervention of the policeman who found Taylor in the crawl space where his mother hid him that fateful night. Despite the tragedy and resulting anguish in his life, Taylor knows how lucky he is.

Frank Moore is a rookie with the Dallas Police Department when he and his partner answer a call in Devonshire, one of the city’s more affluent neighborhoods. They think the young boy in various pictures throughout the home has been kidnapped until they find him, shaken but alive. Officer Moore recognizes the pain in the kid’s eyes, having lost his own mother to cancer when he was just a boy. He steps in, making sure Taylor is placed with a loving foster family. Over the years, Frank becomes a permanent fixture in Taylor’s life.

A decade later, the case remains unsolved and the once gangly, uncertain teenager is now a college graduate who knows exactly what he wants. He’s coming home to the man that helped mold and shape his life, the man he’s loved for as long as he can remember, Frank Moore. But Taylor isn’t the only person returning to Dallas, and while Frank is distracted by his own conflicting feelings and the new bond growing between the two, the past creeps up on them, determined to finish what was started ten years earlier.

A note from the author…

I hope you enjoy Frank and Taylor’s story. It’s been a long road to get them settled, but I’m happy with where this story has taken them. When I started this book, the intent was to write a stand-alone story, but that has changed. Characters continually evolve throughout the writing process, and there are several characters in the book that want to tell their story. I’ve grown especially fond of Rory and I can’t wait to write his book, which will take us back to when he first joined the Bureau, and continue on to his happy ever after.

Please be advised: This is a May/December romance, and as in life, there are sexual situations that take place prior to the main characters finding their way to one another. This is not gratuitous; it is meant to show character growth and self-realization. There is absolutely no cheating.


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Denying Fate (A Series of Fates book 1) by CC Dado | Cat's Release day Review, Excerpt & #giveaway @Dreamspinners @C_C_Dado @TTCBooksandmore


A Series of Fates: Book One

Fate is a funny thing. Some try to cut its threads, while others wrap themselves in it like a blanket.

Young wolf shifter Max is cocky and crass. Unlike others his age, he has yet to discover a talent that will serve his pack. Since childhood, he’s been convinced the pack alpha is his mate, but Alpha Christian cannot envision unfiltered and directionless Max taking the place of his elegant mother at the head of the pack. As Max begins to build a life with his best friend, he also begins to see that maybe what he thought was inevitable was all in his head, and it’s time to move on.

Or are they both denying fate?

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Cat gives this one 3 Meows...


Denying Fate is a cute, witty shifter story. 

Max is sure he is  Christian (the Alpha's) true mate, though Christian fights him at every turn. Max's dad is abusive to him and at 18 kicks him out of the house. Seth max's friend calls the Alpha who comes to the rescue. He sets Max and Seth up in an apartment over the candy shop that use to belong to his mom and tells them to go to college, the pack funds will take care of them and when they open a business they can pay back into community funds.

Max is a funny character. He is sure Christian is his and does everything in his power to win him over. Seth is sweet and adorable and I cannot wait for his story. I loved the friendship between the two.

The story is written in Max and Seth's view. I wish it had been Cristian and Max so we knew a little more about the alpha even though there is back-story. The setting is lovely and I like the price of the mates series and cannot wait for more. 

If you like short and sweet romance with no on-page sex, Light and fluffy stories, true mates, bakers, businessmen, Alpha's and new adult romance you will enjoy this.

Excerpt...

“I SAID, get out!”
Seth woke to the sound of yelling coming from next door. He got out of bed with a sigh and headed to the window. He didn’t need his enhanced hearing to understand what was being said. There wasn’t a person in their pack who didn’t know what a disappointment his neighbor, Mr. Larsen, thought his son was. As Max’s best friend, Seth didn’t rate much higher.
Seth rubbed his hand through his hair, wiping the long bangs out of his face as he pulled the window curtain back. Seth had purposefully grown his bangs out to stop people from staring at his different-colored eyes, a condition called heterochromia. Seth didn’t like to draw attention to himself, and anything that made you different was fodder for Mr. Larsen.
God, how he hated Max’s dad.
Seth’s attention was drawn back to the window at the sound of something shattering. Max’s room went dark.
Shit…. It was going to be bad if Max’s dad was getting physical. All lycan shifters had a special quality, unique to them. In their culture it was referred to as their “gift.” Sadly, Mr. Larsen’s gift was his strength, in pure asshole form.
Seth grabbed his phone off the nightstand. Mr. Larsen had already been warned about his treatment of Max, by Alpha Christian. He’d told Seth to call him immediately if anything else happened. Mr. Larsen had been the beta of the pack when the alpha’s father had still been alive.
Seth threw on a T-shirt and ran out of his room, speed-dialing his phone.
“What’s wrong, Seth?” The alpha’s voice sounded gravelly from sleep.
“It’s Max’s dad again. You need to get down here.” Seth disconnected the call, running out of his front door.
It must have been past midnight. The moon was still high, but the morning chill had started to descend, the grass already wet under his bare feet. The crisp air bit his nostrils as he ran toward Max’s house. Once he made it around the side of the house, he heard the front door open. Seth’s fear of Max’s dad stopped him in his tracks.
Mr. Larsen growled into Max’s face, pushing him out of the front door before turning back into the house. Max stumbled onto the porch. Seth still stood at the corner of the house, not sure what to do, hoping the alpha would get there fast. Max hadn’t figured out what his special gift was yet, but it definitely wasn’t common sense, so Seth knew he wasn’t just going to walk away. He never did, even though they were both smaller in stature than most of the males in their pack. Seth always tried to avoid conflict, but Max’s mouth was like a magnet for it, especially when it came to his dad. Mr. Larsen was one of the largest shifters in their pack and by far the meanest. Seth was smart enough to know it was safer to be a little afraid of Max’s dad. The only people he feared were the alpha and his beta, Zeus.
Seth was just about to get Max’s attention when Mr. Larsen returned with his arms filled with Max’s clothes, proceeding to throw them all into the yard.
“Let me grab the rest of my stuff and I’m gone,” Max pleaded with his dad, fear and anger lacing his words with emotion.
“You will never enter this house again,” his dad responded.
Seth watched as Max tried to push past his dad to get back into the house. Mr. Larsen grabbed him by the throat, raising him up high against the porch post, Max’s feet dangling off the ground like he weighed nothing. Mr. Larsen’s eyes glowed in the darkness. Things had gotten bad before, but Seth wasn’t sure Max’s dad was going to stop this time. Max gasped for breath, trying to tear his dad’s hands off his throat. He could tell Max’s wolf was right at the surface but couldn’t come forward in the face of his dad.
Apparently Seth’s wolf had decided protecting Max was more important than protecting himself. He ran into the losing battle without thinking, shifting midair and aiming straight for Max’s dad. The feeling of a hand reaching into the fur at the scruff of his neck barely registered until his forward motion suddenly stopped, inches from his canines making contact with Mr. Larsen’s shoulder. At the same time, a hand grabbed Max’s dad’s arm, breaking the grasp on Max’s neck. He instantly fell to the ground while holding his throat as he tried to get his breath back.
“If you touch him again, you’re the one who’s going to be without a home.” The voice of their alpha washed over all of them.
Mr. Larsen growled, reluctantly tilting his head to offer his throat in submission. Even in confrontation he was unable to go against the more dominant wolf.
“I have warned you before,” the alpha reminded him.
“He is not welcome here,” Max’s dad said, glaring down at Max, who still sat, leaning against the railing, rubbing his neck.
Seth could see a bruise already rising on Max’s cheek.
The alpha looked down at Max, an angry sound rumbling through his chest. No one spoke, waiting for the alpha to respond. It seemed like he needed a minute to get his wolf under control. “You will have no further contact with him. If you come near him, you will be exiled from the pack.”
Max’s dad started to protest, but the alpha shut him down with a stern look.



I write about painfully awkward, usually embarrassing, romance because long confident gazes followed by sexy dancing NEVER happens to me. I am a native of the Pacific Northwest, and will probably never leave. I'm like a hypochondriac sundae, with claustrophobic sprinkles, and a big cherry of anxiety on top, so I don't travel much. I read to relax my mind, so I love getting lost in someone else’s story, even if it is only for a little while.

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Wednesday, August 29, 2018

Abel's Omega (Mercy Hills Pack, Volume 2) Written By: Ann-Katrin Byrde Narrated by: Nick J. Russo | Tams Audiobook Review & #giveaway @nickjrussovoice @TTCBooksandmore


Abel's Omega
Mercy Hills Pack, Volume 2

Bax is desperate. Recently widowed, he takes his pups and flees his pack to avoid a new mate who wants him - but not his babies. 

At Mercy Hills, he finds the help he'd hoped for, but also a man who both attracts and unnerves him. He doesn't want another alpha mate, or even any mate, though he knows an omega has to have one. But Abel is unlike any other alpha he's ever met, and the hope that had been crushed out of him begins to grow again in the warmth of Abel's kindness and strength.    

Bax is a dream come true for Abel - smart, loyal, strong, and loving. Everything Abe's ever looked for in a mate. Except the independent omega has no reason to trust an alpha, and Abel's going to have to work his way through layers of hurt if he wants to convince Bax he's safe opening his heart.  

But to keep him, he'll have to fight for him.
©2016 Ann-Katrin Byrde (P)2018 Ann-Katrin Byrde
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Tams gives this one 5 Stars...

Great Shifter series that I'm obsessed with! 

I had to have a copy of this book when I saw Nick Russo was continuing with the narration as I truly fell in love with these Shifter's in book 1. This is Abel's book, his turn at finding his true mate. I would urge you to either read/listen to book 1 before this one because events in that book directly play into this story.

Sold off to an older, abusive alpha when he was barely a teenager, Bax doesn't have time to consider the freedom he could have when his mate dies. His pack wants to turn right around and do the same thing to the sweet, beautiful omega. Once again giving him no choice in his own life. So he takes his pups and runs, right into the arms of an Alpha built to respect him. 

Abel almost mated Jason simply to protect the omega from the same pack Bax was born into and he quickly welcomes Bax into his pack. The spark and attraction is there from the start, but Abel recognizes the fear and apprehension that exudes from Bax in waves, so he takes his time, hoping that once he shows the skittish omega that he's safe in Mercy Hills that they can take their budding relationship to the next level. 

I was pulled into this story from the start, could literally feel Bax's pain and desperation within the first chapter. When he found his way to Mercy Hills and a pack that respected him and gave him a choice when it came to how he and his pups would live their life, it took a long time for Bax to come to believe it, he'd been mistreated and abused for so long, it's all he knew. I loved how Abel took his time, breaking away a little more of the wall Bax hid behind and courted him, protected and respected him. Russo did an amazing job of ensuring that each character had their own voice, their own tone in the story. He poured emotions into the story as he told it, truly bringing not on the characters, but things like Bax's fear and Abel's determination to life in my mind. 

This is definitely a shifter series I would recommend. I cannot wait for the next book and am hoping and praying Russo continues to tell the stories.

Ann-Katrin loves to write, read and dream. In her spare time, you can often catch her hunting wild plot bunnies in the fields of her imagination. In her other life, she’s a mother and a translator, but writing about men and the men they fall in love with is so much more fun!
Website: http://akbyrde.com/


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Tuesday, August 28, 2018

No Way Out by Julie Lynn Hayes | Cat's Release day Review, Excerpt & #giveaway @Dreamspinners @ShelleyRunyon @TTCBooksandmore


Wyatt Findley is an up-and-coming artist, attending a prestigious art institute in St. Louis. His mentor, Lukas Callahan, has snagged a sweet house-sitting job for him in a gorgeous home in a well-to-do part of town. Wyatt can’t help but notice two men who live just across the street.

They make an odd couple, since there must be a good twenty years difference between them. And yet there is something about the younger man that calls to Wyatt.

Shylor Lind has been living with Randy Grant for fifteen years, ever since Grant hired Shy’s mother as his live-in housekeeper. But five years ago, their relationship changed when Shy’s mother sold him to Grant and took the money and ran. Since then, Randy has been training Shy to be his submissive, dominating him in every way. There is nothing Shy can do about the situation, and he has nowhere to go, no one to turn to.

And then Wyatt enters his life… and nothing will ever be the same, as Wyatt engages in a battle for Shy’s very soul.

The author is donating 10% of the royalties from this book to No Kid Hungry. Visit https://www.nokidhungry.org/


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Cat gives this one 4 Meows 2 Purr heat index...


I almost passed this one up because the cover was so dark I could barely make the images out.  The blurb, however, hooked me and I am glad I took the chance.

Since I don't give half stars I am rounding up to a four mainly because of the beautiful way this story is handled.
Warning: This story is about slavery. not really BDSM consensual, one person likes it slavery but A young man that has lived in a house since he was 5, sold by his mother at fifteen and known nothing else. He was homeschooled and not let out unless with Randy so he has no friends and no one knows him but the other men in the club they go to. Shylar lives in fear of not pleasing Randy or having to take the brunt of anything that upsets him. Here is what I liked, though we know Shylar is abused and every time we see the storm in Randy's eyes I would flinch... yet the actual punishments were off the page, though we know that Shylar endured a lot. 

Wyatt was ok as a character. I love that he saw something, checked it out, couldn't quit thinking something was just wrong and kept going after it. There are few characters in the story and it is short and to the point. 

I do wish the end had been a bit more. I will say it's at least a happy for now. I would have liked to see more justice since what Randy was doing was illegal as h#@! but hey maybe we will get another story. I'd be up for it and I would love to see Lukas get a story. (HInt, HInt)

Excerpt...

THE SILVER rims gleamed. The afternoon sun bounced off the highly polished surface, directly into Shylor’s eyes. He never flinched, never showed his discomfort in any way. The muscles in his arms ached, and his shoulders threatened to spasm if they didn’t receive a little relief from the relentless effort he’d been expending all morning.
But Shylor refused to give up. Failure was not an option with him. Failure came with its own consequences, and not of the pleasant variety. Was there a pleasant variety anymore? If so, that was so long ago he’d forgotten how good it might have felt. At the moment, all he could focus on was the potential for pain. The possibility of being reprimanded. And damned if he was going to let that happen. Especially over something as trivial as how he washed Randy’s expensive set of wheels.
He wasn’t aware he’d stopped moving until a cold voice from behind prompted him. “Don’t stop until I tell you to.” Icy fingers traveled down Shylor’s spine—or what passed for one. He would have been hard put to find that anymore. Zoologically speaking, he could probably be classified as an invertebrate, something belonging to the order of cowards. Was there a special species known as weaklings? If so, he must rank somewhere pretty high among them, he figured.
He never turned, never acknowledged the rebuke. He knew it wasn’t expected of him. He also knew what he would see, should he do so. Randy Grant. Six foot, silver hair that matched his expensive luxury sedan. Eyes of a changeable gray that reflected his mood and his pleasure. Sometimes they were tranquil seas that seemed almost an icy blue, and at those times Shylor could almost… but not quite… believe that Randy cared about him.
It was the other times, when the gray turned into dark and turbulent clouds, that Shylor knew he was in for a world of pain, and at those times there was nothing he could do to ameliorate the situation. All he could do was grit his teeth and bear it, wait for the storm to pass.
Randy Grant was forty years old, twice Shylor’s age. To the business world, he presented the image of a successful entrepreneur as the founder and driving force behind one of the city’s most creative marketing agencies: Granting Your Wishes. They called him the Silver Fox, because of his prematurely gray hair, but on Randy it looked good. He had a smile that charmed the pants off everyone he met—figuratively and literally. And he had a body to die for. Well, he should—he worked very hard at maintaining it. Having the money for an expensive personal gym couldn’t hurt anyone, and neither did having a personal trainer who supervised his exercise regime and a dietician who made sure he ate very well and very healthy. Shylor wasn’t fooled, though. Randy controlled every move. He knew exactly what he was doing every step of the way, and he reveled in his control.
Inside the bedroom and out.


My name is Julie, and I am an author. I've been writing for over forty years and can't think of anything I'd rather do. Creating worlds inside my head and putting them into words is my passion. I live in the Midwest with my daughter Sarah and my 17-year-old cat, Ramesses. My daughters introduced me to the world of fanfiction and yaoi, and m/m romance. I took to it like a duck to water, and began to write my own, starting with the Harry Potter fandom. Eventually I progressed to original characters and stories. When I'm not writing or working, I watch TV shows and movies, and enjoy a few crafts: crocheting, cross stitch, knitting and crocheting. I try to keep up with all my children, who have scattered to the winds, other than Sarah. I write in different genres within the m/m category: paranormal, contemporary, humor, mystery, science fiction, supernatural, historical, bdsm, and anything else I can think of. I like to try new things and push the envelope as much as I can. If I leave someone with something or something they remember after they finish my book, or something to think about they've never looked at like that before, then I consider that I've done a good job.

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A Few Good Fish (Fish Out of Water book 3) by Amy Lane | Cat's Release day Review, Excerpt & #giveaway @Dreamspinners @amymaclane @TTCBooksandmore


Fish Out of Water: Book Three
A tomcat, a psychopath, and a psychic walk into the desert to rescue the men they love…. Can everybody make it out with their skin intact? 
PI Jackson Rivers and Defense Attorney Ellery Cramer have barely recovered from last November, when stopping a serial killer nearly destroyed Jackson in both body and spirit.
But their previous investigation poked a new danger with a stick, forcing Jackson and Ellery to leave town so they can meet the snake in its den.
Jackson Rivers grew up with the mean streets as a classroom and he learned a long time ago not to give a damn about his own life. But he gets a whole new education when the enemy takes Ellery. The man who pulled his shattered pieces from darkness and stitched them back together again is in trouble, and Jackson’s only chance to save him rests in the hands of fragile allies he barely knows.
It’s going to take a little bit of luck to get these Few Good Fish out alive!

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Cat gives this one 5 Meows with a 2 Purr heat index... 

This is book three of the Fish Out of Water Series and it is best you read them in order since the story sort of recur and you will know who all the characters are. So If you haven't read them grab A Fish Out of Water and Red Fish Dead Fish. Trust me you will fall in love with Jackson and Ellery. (Warning: If you haven't read any Amy Lane books, you may become addicted and want to buy her entire backlist!)

The Fish out of Water Series is a mystery suspense, that is so gripping once you start you won't want to stop. Jackson is a PI for a law firm and Ellery is the up and coming defense attorney. They come together working a case and become more than co-workers but it wasn't a love at first sight thing.

In A Few Good Fish: Ellery and Jackson have been on a two-month leave after the last case they closed. Jackson is recovering and not doing well. Ellery had made a pact with God that if Jackson lived through the events of the last book he would go to Synagogue. Jackson goes along but sits outside on a bench talking to an odd man he soon finds out is the Rabbi when he sees a young boy trying to put something on Ellery's car. He catches him finds out what he is doing, goes to the liquor store to find the man that hired him when he sees the owner has been tortured and killed so he wants to protect the boy. He and Ellery have a meeting with a client that has been framed and it brings them to Lacey the man over what happened in the other books. They knew they were going to face him sooner or later. They head out to talk to Ace and Sonny (also from the last book) when Ellery and Ace get kidnapped. This leads us to so much action, bonding, and some really shocking twists.

Ellery is sort of a stick up his but kind of person and scary in his own shark lawyer way. Jackson is scary in a street-smart but charming, mouthy way. Then we get more Ace and Sonny and a new character Ernie and Burton which are all so much fun and scary in their own rights. 

this brings us to the first line of the blurb A Tomcat (Jackson, a psycho, Sonny and a Psychic, Ernie walk into the desert to save their men.  I absolutely loved this line and couldn't wait to see how this fit in the story.  Amy Lane writes such amazing characters and this book is chock full. Even Ellery's mom is so fun. She is a tough woman.  The little boy that Jackson saved Anthony is so much like a young Jackson, then we get his family Jade, Mike and Kaden, and AJ. Each character adds a special touch to the story weaving such a magical, dram filled web. 

The story is action-packed, nail-biting suspense, some hot man-sex, and an awe-inspiring, sigh-worthy relationship. 

If you like MM contemporary romance, mystery/suspense, quirky characters, Private Investigators, lawyers, established couples, feisty kids and cats some hot mansex and love to die for this is for you!
I highly recommend this series!

Excerpt...

Burt and Ernie and the Fish in the Desert

ERNIE JAMES Caulfield looked around the little nontown of Victoriana with a feeling of intense joy. The place was mostly a gas station with a fast-food place on one side of the highway and a tiny garage with a house for the owners on the other. Desert surrounded it, and even in the encroaching fall the landscape was flat and unexciting, with saguaro and creosote bushes for miles.
But for Ernie, this was the best place on earth.
“Really?” He turned toward Burton, body practically thrumming with excitement. “I’m staying here?”
Lee Burton, the assassin who’d been sent to kill Ernie and who had rescued him instead, arched a suspicious eyebrow in his sculpted bronze-toned face and said nothing.
“It is, right? I mean, that house—it’s got an add-on to it. Like, new. Even the siding is new. That’s your place, right?”
Burton frowned. “How would you know that?”
Ernie grinned, unrepentant. “I heard you talking to Ace. He’s nice. Your voice said so.”
Burton’s frown intensified. “You were supposed to be asleep.”
Ernie bit his lip shyly. He had been, until he’d heard Burton talking next to him. He didn’t need the gift to reckon Lee was uncomfortable with where their relationship had gone mere hours after he’d bailed Ernie’s ass out of the fire.
Well, not that Ernie wasn’t slutty as hell on any given day, but the thing that had bloomed between him and Lee was based solely on the fact that when they looked at each other and touched, the world stopped spinning, and that included Ernie’s ever-questing, witchy trouble-magnet of a brain.
Ernie didn’t need to be slutty anymore. He’d found the safety he’d been looking for his entire life.
“Safety” just didn’t know it yet.
“I was mostly asleep,” Ernie soothed. “You like Ace.”
Burton let out a sigh. “Yeah. Ace is good people. Not educated, mind you, so—”
“He’s smart, though,” Ernie said sunnily. Yeah, he’d read that much from the voice on the other end of the phone. That and the fact that Burton was scary smart, and he’d never be able to tolerate someone not scary smart like he was. But he was also—whether he knew it or not—intuitive, in the same way Ernie was intuitive, but not nearly as powerful.
Burton could see through what people were supposed to be and right into what they were. He’d watched Ernie for days when he should have just done his job and shot. Ernie was still walking around converting oxygen because Burton had seen there was more to Ernie than a brainless party boy who liked to make donuts.
“Yeah, he’s smart.” Burton let out a sigh. “Look, kid—”
“You know my name.” Ernie knew all the tricks to making somebody not important. Calling him “kid” was just one.
“Ernie….” And it came out like a plea, just like it had in the hotel room they’d shared—in the bed they’d shared not hours ago.
“Yeah?” he said sweetly.
“I need to go away—you understand—”
“Under cover.” Ernie wasn’t stupid either. “The guy who put the hit out on me, he’s bad news—”
“And he’s legit. Like, a real guy in the real military, and he wanted you dead. I need to find a way to work for him so I know why. This isn’t…. The hit out on you should never have happened—”
“You’re not just saving me,” Ernie said. “You’re saving anybody who carried out orders in good faith.”
Burton started to grimace, but it came out a look of complete tenderness. “You’re so… so very wise.” Like he couldn’t help himself, he reached out and cupped Ernie’s cheek. “God… so pretty.” For a moment his muscles tensed and he was going to pull his hand back, but Ernie licked his lips on purpose, knowing it would make him look soft and vulnerable, and wanting Burton to kiss him at least one more time before he fled.
Burton didn’t disappoint him. He leaned forward, claiming Ernie’s mouth with his own, and Ernie opened for him, as soft and as giving as he knew how to be.
He knew a lot. He was a sexual genius, mostly, and it took Burton a whole thirty seconds before he was groaning into Ernie’s mouth and trying to haul him across the center island of the SUV they were sitting in.
Ernie would have gone. Ernie would have shucked his jeans and sat on Burton’s cock if that’s what it would take to get Burton to commit, but the damned SUV was too small, and Burton smacked his elbow on the steering wheel in mid-Ernie-maul maneuver.
“Ouch!” He jerked back, letting Ernie go and looking damned embarrassed. “Dammit. Why can’t I…. It’s weird what you do to me, kid.”
“Ernie,” Ernie whispered throatily. “Don’t go. Stay here. We can have all the sex you want until it doesn’t seem so strange anymore that you want me. You can quit being an assassin super-black-ops guy and be my guy. Nobody will even know our names.”
He pulled in a quick breath, surprised at himself. That’s not what he’d intended to come out of his mouth at all, even a little.
Burton was looking as torn as a man could get. “Ernie… I… even if I come back, I might not be the guy for—”
Ernie pulled away and opened his door. “Let’s go meet Ace and Sonny,” he said, not wanting to hear it. At least when Burton was talking to his friend, Ernie wouldn’t have to hear him lie, not to himself and not to Ernie. “Will you at least be able to come visit over holidays?” he asked after he’d slid out.
Burton stopped and grabbed the duffel of clothes they’d bought Ernie on their way from Albuquerque. They’d had to leave Ernie’s little apartment, with his cats and everything, without stopping to get clothes. Burton had called the super and made arrangements for the cats—mostly strays that would just show up unbidden—and Ernie didn’t want to know what a colossal pain in the ass tying up that loose end had been.
But Burton had done it for him. It wasn’t even part of his job, just like being Ernie’s savior wasn’t part of his job, and Ernie didn’t want to think of the prices Lee Burton had paid for stepping out of himself in order to successfully not kill Ernie James Caulfield’s scrawny psychic ass.
But he had. And he seemed to be willing to pay any price needed to keep Ernie as happy as possible, considering he was a target or a dead man or worse.
Ernie was going to just keep on hoping the man would recognize that what they shared in the hotel room on the way here didn’t happen every time two men met, fell into each other’s eyes, and touched each other’s bare skin.
“No,” Burton said, sighing. “No, I won’t see you for Thanksgiving. Do you have the phone I bought you?”
Ernie nodded. “Yeah.” Clean, untraceable. It had been preloaded with Ace’s number, Sonny’s number, and Burton’s number.
The end.
“I’ll text you when I can.”
Ernie brightened. “I’ll text you when you can’t.”
Lee Burton gave out a groan and clapped his hands over his eyes. “Kid—”
“Ernie.”
“Ernie—”
“Don’t worry. Once you start thinking about me, I’ll fill in the gaps in the conversation just fine.” That wasn’t really how the gift worked, except Ernie was pretty sure he’d be just as connected to Burton from however far away as he was now.
“That, uh, actually makes me a little itchy…,” Burton said, slamming his door in a fit of what was probably pique.
Ernie smiled, so relieved he couldn’t let Burton piss on his parade. “It shouldn’t. You just have to tell the truth. To yourself. Especially to yourself.”
Burton’s low moan reassured Ernie to no end. It meant the man believed him. Took him seriously. Would work hard to be as truthful as possible.
Ernie already knew what Burton felt for him. He could wait until Burton figured it out in his own head.


Angst and pain, Amy Lane Amy Lane has two kids in college, two gradeschoolers in soccer, two cats, and two Chi-who-whats at large. She lives in a crumbling crapmansion with most of the children and a bemused spouse. She also has too damned much yarn, a penchant for action adventure movies, and a need to know that somewhere in all the pain is a story of Wuv, Twu Wuv, which she continues to believe in to this day! She writes fantasy, urban fantasy, and m/m romance--and if you accidentally make eye contact, she'll bore you to tears with why those three genres go together. She'll also tell you that sacrifices, large and small, are worth the urge to write.

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