BLURB:
Life dealt Mack Penchant a raw deal. He's hidden his
sexuality, the secret he's carried since he was a teen, through the Marine
Corps, and now as an undercover cop. The only relationships he believes
possible for himself is the furry kind, with his dog Kiki. One young cop,
though, drives him to a frenzy, and he fights his passions and needs every step
of the way.
Woody Kane’s gaydar spots Mack the moment they meet. And
even though Mack rejects him, Woody lusts after the perfect masculine body and
wants him in his bed. Woody believes in commitment. Mack makes it clear he does
not. Can Woody prove to Mack that he's worthy of love? After all, he adopted a
rescue dog. Isn't that a start?
What peril will it take for Mack to accept Woody's love and
join him in a committed relationship?
ENJOY AN ADULT EXCERPT:
With quick, sure fingers, Mack slid Woody’s jacket and shirt down his
arms and dropped them plonk
onto the floor. They stood there, staring—almost glaring—into each other’s
eyes, bare chests bumping and heaving for air. Mack’s blue gaze darkened with
increasing arousal. Woody dropped to his knees to the place of real importance.
His mouth was at belt buckle height, but, there was no belt. Just a snap and
zipper, the hiss of it lowering agonizingly loud over their heavy breathing and
Woody’s wolfish growls.
with a
Woody unclipped Mack’s gun and holster, and his, too, while he was at
it, laying both on the coffee table. Then, he palmed Mack’s hips, pushing his
jeans down. Commando. Oh, the pure, intoxicating rapture of that. Then a
glorious erection jutted right in his face. “God, Mack.” He groaned at the
beautiful, thick, pulsing cock begging for attention. He couldn’t resist
flicking out his tongue and licking the rounded head with its leaking drop of
seminal fluid, the musky perfume of sex filling his head.
“Suck me,” Mack ordered gruffly, flexing his hips. “Suck my cock, kid.”
Woody jerked back, almost knocking Mack over. He stood, fists clenched
at his sides, and lashed out in fury, “I’m no kid, and you know it. Call me
that once more, and your dick can just stay dry.”
“I’m tired of standing. Where’s your bedroom?”
He glared daggers at Mack, his breathing roughening in his struggle to
keep from belting the guy. This was bad. The feral expression on Mack’s face
did nothing short of turn him on even more than he already was. This was going
to be so good, so fucking raunchy.
Woody would prove he was no God damned kid. His nostrils flared in
excitement, and he wasted no time in shoving a stumbling Mack toward his
bedroom. They’d need to be there eventually for round two. Might as well get
there now.
He shoved Mack onto the bed, yanking his shoes, socks, and finally
jeans off, tossing them all on the floor. At Mack’s carnal, and surprisingly
vulnerable, cobalt gaze, he froze at the sight of the beautiful naked body, the
broad chest, narrow hips, flat belly, and muscular thighs stretched out on the
white sheets. Roughly, he lifted and spread Mack’s knees, crawled between them,
and stopped. His heart seized at the intimacy of seeing the balls and pucker on
display, the asshole he’d dreamed of taking. He liked being fucked, and he
liked doing the fucking. And this was one man he really wanted to fuck.
Narrowing his gaze, he taunted, “Does a kid do this?” Leaning down, he
licked the thick head of Mack’s cock, rolled his tongue around, getting him all
wet, probing the slit, nipping at it, scraping his teeth over the sensitive
flesh.
Mack groaned, and his penis swelled longer and harder, apparently
responding to the rough treatment.
With a lavish lick at the salty drop slithering from the hole, Woody
glanced up and, lifting an eyebrow, challenged, “Huh? Am I still a kid to you?”
Mack grunted, and with an evil smirk, he thrust his erection toward
Woody’s lips. “Suck me off and swallow it, kid. You do that, and I’ll call you
a man.”
“You son of a bitch!” Woody used Mack’s hard thighs as leverage to push
himself to his feet and back away. “You’re just here for a blow job? I don’t
need to suck you off to prove I’m a man.” He’d never been this furious before
in his life. “I’m not playing games with you. Get the hell out of here.”
With all this testosterone and adrenaline working, he should have
realized Mack just wanted a physical outlet. It would mean nothing to Mack.
Woody would mean nothing.
Mack realized instantly he’d gone too far. “This isn’t a game.” He
grabbed Woody’s arm and yanked him down on the bed beside him, gripping his
jaw—oh yeah, his beard was soft—and slinging a thigh over his legs.
Woody’s long lashes rested on his cheeks. Then his eyes opened, his
gaze intrigued and eager. Woody didn’t want to stop this any more than Mack
did.
Their kisses had been much more addictive than he’d imagined possible.
Woody’s lips held firm against his, the short hairs of his beard tickling. Mack
licked, roughly working his way inside his mouth. Then Woody was his. Pressing
his hairy chest on Woody’s hard one, the warm, sleek skin a comfort all its
own, he took his mouth, scraped his teeth with the flat of his tongue, teasing
the tip across the roof, suckling Woody’s tongue.
It’d been a long time since he’d felt this out of control. Breaking the
kiss, he pushed up. “Where’s your stuff?” He was frantic to fuck the kid. “I
want inside your ass.”
Woody’s expression was dazed. “Yeah,” he agreed. “Drawer.” He pointed
in the direction of the nightstand.
“You can’t be fucked with your jeans on.” Mack gripped Woody’s snap,
lowered the zipper, and shoved the pants down long legs, leaving him in gray
boxer briefs stretched snugly around lightly furred, muscular thighs. Muscular
just like his. His heart stuttered with desperate need. Woody’s body was
everything he wanted in another man.
The tight knit of the boxers barely hid Woody’s sizeable cock, erect and
ready to bust out of the soft material. Mack yanked the shorts off and wrapped
his fingers around Woody’s shaft, caressing his cock from base to tip. His eyes
closed in the pleasure of controlling the hard heat, his mouth watering for a
taste.
He had no intention of depriving either of them of that pleasure, and
lowered his mouth to slide over the head. Nothing in the world was as delicious
as another man’s red, shiny cock head, glistening wet with spit and pre-cum. He
licked it like an ice cream cone, sticking to the tip, tonguing and nipping the
slit the same as Woody had done to him. Mack needed the rough handling of his
dick. He’d find out if Woody did, too.
With a shout, Woody jerked his hips off the bed, thrusting his cock
full into Mack’s mouth.
His nose nestled in Woody’s pubic hair. Oh, yeah! Man scent made
him hungry for more.
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Bio
Sensual fantasies were
locked in my mind for years until a friend said, "Why don't you write them
down?" Why not, indeed? One spiral notebook, a pen and the unleashing of
my imagination later, and here I am with more than a dozen books published. The
craft of writing erotic romance has become my passion and my niche in life. I
love every part of the creative process — developing characters, designing the
plot, even drawing the layout of physical spaces from my stories. My careers
have been varied — third grade school teacher, bookkeeper, secretary — none of
which gave me a bit of inspiration. But now I'm lucky enough to write romance
full time — the best job in the universe!
My Other Books
Ellora's Cave
Lost and Found
Indie
Valentine's Day
His Hers & His
The Keeper
Soldier, Come Home
Winning Violetta
A Promise at Dawn
Hot Under the Collar (coming
soon)
Siren
Undercover Lover
Mercenary Desires
I'll Be Your Last
Labels/Tags: gay cops, M/M, erotic romance, happily ever
after
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