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Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 87771 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)

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Elijah Sager joins the Burlington Bobcats to escape a brutal breakup and prove he's more than the mistakes his ex made him believe he was. The last thing he needs is the team's star player—publicly straight, impossibly hot Gabriel Sanderson—watching him like he wants to devour him whole.

Gabe has spent years keeping his secrets locked down he's gay, he's a wolf shifter, and his pack's territory is under threat. But when Eli steps onto the ice, Gabe's wolf recognizes something a fated mate. The pull is magnetic and impossible to ignore.

As a rival pack closes in with threats that escalate from intimidation to kidnapping, and a deadly enemy emerges from the shadows, Gabe and Eli are forced together by something neither can control. Between championship games and full moon transformations, they'll have to fight for their lives, their pack, and a love that could destroy them both... or make them unstoppable

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Chapter One

Fresh Meat

ELI

The energy in the locker room always shifted from team to team. Some were filled with more of the goofball types, snapping wet towels at each other’s bare asses and laughing like it was the funniest damn thing in the world. Others were more game-focused, constantly discussing different strategies and plotting ways they could get their hands on the Calder Cup.

It was my first day in the Bobcats’ locker room, but I could already tell these guys leaned more toward the former than the latter.

Emerson “Emmy” Meyers, one of the team’s D-men and a verifiable unit of a man, stood with a towel wrapped around his waist and a skimpy pair of hot pink underwear hanging off a finger.

“Dyl, if you swap my underwear for another pink thong again, then I’m just going to wear it, take a picture of it, and set it as your phone’s wallpaper.” He tossed the underwear at Dylan Raye, whose grin slanted as he chuckled. He wore a Bobcats sweatband around his forehead—black with white and baby blue stripes—which held back a sweaty head of dark brown hair. A white streak of hair cut across the side of his temple, matching a similar white streak that went across the top of his left eyebrow. He stuffed the thong into his already overflowing duffel bag. “Dumbass.”

“Whose are those anyway?” Soren Volkov asked in a thick Eastern European accent. He was the goalie on the team, and a damn talented one at that. He was one of the reasons I was okay with this trade—there were a couple of other reasons, but playing on the same team as Soren made me excited. It surprised me that he hadn’t made the jump from the AHL to the NHL yet. And he wasn’t the only one on the team who had next-level kind of stats.

“Got them on Amazon for a Halloween costume,” Dylan replied nonchalantly.

“Mhmm,” Emmy said. “Maybe Eli wants to try them on? A little initiation ritual.” Emmy cocked his head and crossed his arms over his bare chest. He winked at me.

“Don’t think they’re my size,” I said, getting a laugh from the guys.

Soren, already fully dressed and halfway out the door, stopped and pointed sternly in my direction. “Don’t let these puck-brained fucks bully you. Give ’em a smack behind their head. Coach allows it.”

“Pfft, you saw him on the ice,” Dyl said. “A smack from him’s going to give me a fucking concussion.”

“Or it could restart whatever engine is malfunctioning in there,” Emmy quipped.

“Fuck you,” Dyl said, his words having zero bite behind them.

The banter continued until it was only me and Chris Rodriguez left in the locker room. He was one of the centers on the team and one of the first guys to reach out to me when the trade was announced. He had short, cropped blond hair and a nose that sat slightly off-center underneath a pair of hazel green eyes that reminded me of my mom’s.

Meant I instantly trusted him.

“Nice job on the ice today,” Chris said as he stood up from the bench, his duffel bag strapped over his shoulder. “I can already tell we’ve got a good season ahead of us.”

I grinned up at him, happy to receive the compliment. I’d researched the entire team before moving to Burlington. Chris had seniority on the team, even though Emmy was captain. He also had some serious stats under his belt. Last season, his average goal per sixty minutes was three, which was a feat that even some NHL players had trouble achieving. Made me wonder again why this team was so damn stacked and why no one seemed to be moving up?

“It’s a solid group of guys here. The talent is through the fucking roof,” I said.

“We’ve got talent and brotherhood here. It’s a lethal mix for any of our rivals.”

“I noticed the brotherhood vibes. The last team I was on felt close, but the Bobcats look like they’re on another level.”

It wasn’t just based on my observations from today. Chatter online said that the Burlington Bobcats were known to be a tight-knit—and slightly mysterious—group. They avoided a lot of the spotlight by often forgoing after-game press interviews, keeping a pretty quiet social media presence, and staying out of gossip or trending topics. In fact, the only thing I could find online that was anything beyond the couple of videos posted on their social media was an interview the head coach, Julian Romanoff, had given where he stressed the importance of a family-type bond between his players.

Chris chuckled, showing an endearing gap in his front top teeth. “Yeah, it’s something that we’re all proud of. We get along like family, bicker like it too. Shoulda seen Gio and Emmy going at it last week after Gio accidentally ate some cake Emmy was saving. You’d think Gio slept with Emmy’s girl. Then, five minutes later, the two were making plans to go out that same night.” Chris glanced at his watch. “Shit, speaking of plans. Gotta run and meet my girlfriend, but keep your schedule clear for tomorrow evening. The team usually goes out to eat together every Tuesday after practice.”

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Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 49178 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 246(@200wpm)___ 197(@250wpm)___ 164(@300wpm)

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Sam Fisher’s life is a certified disaster. After losing his girlfriend and his career all in one fell swoop, he finds himself the confused new owner of Dennis, a miniature horse and with him, a small patch of land back home at Rainbow Ranch. But returning to Oklahoma also means facing Benny Adams, the charming cowboy Sam hurt years ago and whose heart he's never truly forgotten.

For Benny, life at Rainbow Ranch has settled into a predictable routine of horse chores and hopeless Grindr dates. Comfortable, maybe, but lately he's been stuck, missing the spark that once made him feel alive. When Sam suddenly reappears, old wounds and buried desires resurface, throwing Benny's carefully constructed peace into chaos.

Forced together for ninety days by the strangest inheritance ever, Sam and Benny soon discover that unresolved feelings don’t fade with time—they simmer, heat up, and boil over. With tension and undeniable attraction crackling between them, they’ll both have to decide if confronting the past is worth risking their hearts and if love, no matter how messy, might be worth one more chance

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SAM

“Yeah, so, I guess I own a horse now.”

My therapist’s face cracked the tiniest amount as he swallowed down the surprised “huh” that tried to force its way out of his mouth.

I internally gave myself a pat on the back. I couldn’t surprise him often, so I’d take whatever small win I could get.

Especially these days.

“A horse? Like, an actual horse, or is this some kind of new slang I’m not aware of?”

I nodded, stretched out my legs and rubbed my stiff thighs, trying to get blood flow back in my lower extremities before my dick fell off. “An actual horse. Well, a mini-horse. So . . . half of a horse, I guess? I don’t know. I’m not a horse specialist.”

I could tell Zack was working overtime to try to understand this sudden diversion in the session. We’d spent nearly the entire hour discussing ways I could reframe my thoughts and combat the ever-present cloud of depression that clung to me like cigarette smoke inside a classic yellow cab. I only decided in the last five minutes to drop the bomb of my surprise (and relatively useless) inheritance.

“My good family friend, Frankie—he was like an uncle to me. Was around when my parents weren’t. Anyway, he apparently owned some kind of stake in Rainbow Ranch, but it had to be a joke or just a symbolic thing. They gave him a fifteen-by-fifteen-foot patch of land near the pasture along with Dennis, the ranch’s mini-horse.” I pulled out the wrinkled piece of paper I’d found in my mailbox earlier that morning. “And he, subsequently, left his pile of riches to me.” I leaned forward and handed Zack the letter, trying to keep as much of the sarcastic bite out of my tone as I could.

Zack scanned the letter while I looked out the window toward the always beautiful, incredibly toxic Hudson River. The Empire State Building rose like a concrete-and-glass giant amid its smaller and possibly rat-infested neighbors. A few other buildings reached nearly its height, but none possessed the same kind of regality as the Empire State.

“I’m going to miss it.”

“Hmm?”

“The city.”

“So, you’ve decided then?”

I nodded, looking back out the window. A stipulation had been written into the contract. If I wanted to either sell, own, or transfer any of my inheritance, then I’d have to live and work on the ranch for a total of ninety days.

The inheritance may have been silly, but the timing of it was surreal. After the shit show of the last few months, I felt like this was Frankie’s way of saying he still had my back even when he was gone. “I’ve got nothing left here.”

Zack placed the letter on his lap and steepled his fingers in a way that had to have been taught in therapy school. Probably first semester material. “Let’s not use absolutes like nothing. We can always find something.”

“Fine, I’ve got near-nothing left here.”

“That’s… right, let’s run with that.”

I took the paper back from Zack and folded it along the lines, stuffing it into my shorts pocket. “My career is pretty much in a death spiral, my girlfriend left me for the man I thought was my best friend, my favorite barber shop got shut down for money laundering—and did I mention the whole girlfriend thing? That actually happened twice.”

Zack couldn’t keep the surprise from coloring his expression this time. His brows knitted and his eyes widened before he caught himself. His face went neutral, back snapping straight, shoulders stiff as a board.

Nice, I thought, rewarding myself with another mental pat. Twice in one session

“With the same⁠—”

“Different girls, same friend. Yeah.”

Zack blinked a couple of times and—very much to his credit, and likely the reason behind his glowing reviews on therapygarden.com—withheld any judgement, or shock, or “holy fuck, that’s bad” from showing on his face. He leaned back in his tall leather wingback chair and smiled at me. “Separating yourself physically from all of this could help you heal. But I know you have some avoidance tendencies, and I don’t want those kicking in either. Have you had time to digest all of this? How leaving New Jersey and going to…”

“Oklahoma.”

“Oklahoma,” he said as if he were trying to pronounce an alien pronoun. “Are you okay with that?”

Now there was the million-dollar question. Was I okay with going back to the small town I’d grown up in, constantly feeling like an outsider, like my heart and soul and destiny were all being pulled in a different direction, tugging me farther and farther away from Johnson Springs? Was I okay with going back there? It was the place I had wanted so desperately to leave, only because being there made me confront parts of myself I refused to even acknowledge.

Because he made me confront those parts of myself…

Would he still be there?

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A Dagger of Twisted Starlight – Marvels and Magic Read Online Max Walker http://www.wownovels.com/a-dagger-of-twisted-starlight-marvels-and-magic-read-online-max-walker Sat, 05 Oct 2024 02:29:57 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/a-dagger-of-twisted-starlight-marvels-and-magic-read-online-max-walker Genre: Fantasy/Sci-fi, Insta-Love, M-M Romance, Magic, Paranormal Authors: Max Walker Advertisement

Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 75539 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)

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Xavier Blackthorne

As a bodyguard, I’ve protected all kinds of people, but I never expected my next client to be the Vice President’s son.

Blake King is all awkward smiles and high walls, but from the moment I meet him, I’m hooked. Keeping him safe should be my top priority, but getting closer to him is quickly becoming my second.

I’ve always kept emotions out of the job, but Blake makes that impossible. When a rogue pack of shifters attacks, it’s clear they want something from him—something I can’t figure out. Now, with danger closing in and no time to waste, I’ll have to risk everything to uncover the truth before it’s too late. Because failure isn’t an option, and neither is letting Blake slip through my fingers.

Blake King

Being the Vice President’s son has perks—like getting assigned a sexy golden dragon shifter as my bodyguard for the summer.

I thought this summer in L.A. would be finish my classes, get a tan, and head back home. Falling for Xavier was not part of the plan. Neither was becoming the target of a deadly secret organization.

Now, we’re in the crosshairs, and we don’t even know why. Trust is hard to come by, but the chemistry between us is impossible to ignore. And as danger closes in, I can’t help but wonder if I’ll survive long enough to figure out what’s really happening—or if I’ll lose myself to Xavier first.
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This is a standalone MM urban fantasy romance featuring an adorkable wolf shifter and a buff dragon shifter. It contains found family, first times, high stakes, time shenanigans, versatile partners, and backward baseball caps on buff dragons. It can be read alone.

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Chapter 1

Top Who

Blake

The White House felt like a buzzing beehive today.

It was toward the end of the day, and I had already attended four different events: a teatime in the morning, a volunteer appreciation lunch, a fundraising kickball game, and a press event with my father. My schedule was the most packed it had ever been, and my energy levels were pushing the lowest toward the end of the day. This was my father’s second term as vice president, so I was pretty used to the responsibilities that came along with this life, but I felt more drained than usual.

“You good?” Cassius asked. He walked alongside me as we made our way through the West Wing. He was my best friend and my closest confidant. My only confidant if I were being honest.

“Yeah, just tired. I didn’t fall asleep until like two yesterday.”

“Chatting it up with that guy?”

I snorted at his insinuation. “Which guy?”

“That fae you told me about. The one with the freckles.”

“Oh, he’s long gone. I think he picked up on my chronic anxiety and self-esteem issues.”

“Wouldn’t that be great for a fae? He’d never go hungry again.”

“I think he didn’t want to be dating an emotional buffet like me. He also started acting weird when I mentioned I’m a virgin, which wasn’t great. Anyway, he ghosted me, so no, it wasn’t him. I was just up reading the newest Stormbringer book.”

Cassius slipped off his suit as we walked, throwing it over his arm. He had a long luncheon with his dad and had been dressed more formally than me. I had managed to get away with wearing a clean white shirt tucked into a pair of dark black slacks, my sleeves rolled up to give a little relief from the hot DC summer. “Shit, I forgot that was out already. Is it good?”

“Very. I almost decided to pull an all-nighter. Good thing I didn’t, or I would have passed out already.”

We entered a wide hallway lined with windows that looked out to the front lawn, where another event was being held. Thankfully, my dad didn’t have to make an appearance, and neither did I. Instead, we were headed to dinner, which was perfect timing with how my stomach rumbled and grumbled. My day still wasn’t over, though. My dad had me set up to meet my new bodyguard after dinner. Once that was done, I could get back to my room and continue my adventures with the Stormbringers.

We reached the dining room, where our fathers sat, discussing something in hushed tones as we entered. Cassius and I weren’t the only ones who considered ourselves best friends in the family. My father and his were also extremely close, having grown up together. That relationship only strengthened when Joshua became the secretary of transportation, working closely together during their times here at the White House. My mother sat at the table, also deeply invested in the conversation. My dad looked up and waved me over. He had the same amber eyes as me, his wolf shifter heritage proudly on display at all times. There was once a time in American politics where being any kind of supernatural would have barred him from public office, but things had changed since then. And him being one heartbeat away from the presidency helped reinforce to the people that supernaturals were as important to society as humans were.

Cassius and his family had felt some of that heat but not all of it. He was a hybrid. His father was a wolf shifter while his mother had been a human. This meant he couldn’t ever shift into his father’s animal form, but he did have a hybrid vigor that allowed him to be faster and stronger than most humans without ever needing to step into a gym.

“Tired, Blake?” my dad asked as I pulled out the heavy chair. The table was already set with clean white plates and soft, dark blue napkins. Two arched windows looked out to a garden of beautiful purple lilacs. Fresh baked bread was stacked in a basket at the center of the table, the sweet scent making my mouth water.

“Just a little,” I lied. I reached over and grabbed a roll. I pulled it open and smeared it with butter. It took a lot of self-restraint to not just inhale the buttery bread in one single breath.

“Your schedule’s going to be much lighter now that you’re leaving me to have fun in California,” my mother said. She smiled as she spoke, but her tone was definitely “I’m your mom, and I’ll never be happy about you leaving home.”

“I’m not leaving to just have fun. I’m taking a few classes too.”

“What are they?” Cassius asked. “Knitting and Making Memes 101?”

I laughed. My friend loved to tease me. “Those are on the schedule, yeah. Right in between my political science classes.”

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Level Up – Franklin U 2 Read Online Max Walker http://www.wownovels.com/level-up-franklin-u-2-read-online-max-walker Mon, 08 Jul 2024 20:38:23 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/level-up-franklin-u-2-read-online-max-walker Genre: Contemporary, M-M Romance Authors: Max Walker Advertisement

Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 73940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)

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Joey 'Jay' Cruz

Moving to San Luco wasn’t my choice. I was expelled from my old school because of a protest I organized that went south. Now, I was attending Franklin University with only a semester left until graduation and not knowing a single soul.

Until I meet Ryan Redpine at a frat party. He’s handsome, muscular, has a great smile, and I quickly find out he’s the son of a CEO hell-bent on destroying the environment.

I push Ryan out of my mind, deciding to keep my sanity and morals in tact.

But fate had other plans. When Ryan ended up as my surprise dorm mate, avoiding him became impossible. And so was avoiding the feelings that started to develop... Maybe getting expelled wasn't the worst thing that’s ever happened to me. Maybe it was actually the best?

Ryan Redpine

Jay entered my life like a lightning bolt.

I’d never met someone I was so attracted to, and someone who clearly didn’t want me. The moment he learned about my dad, he shut me out. Then I get reassigned to his dorm. Cue complications, especially when his bed breaks and we're forced to share.

Things quickly heat up, but Jay's adamant about keeping us under wraps. He's planning this big protest at the beach for an oil drilling project and doesn't want my family name tied to it.

So how do I tell Jay my dad is one of the backers? And how do I make sure I don’t lose him in the process?

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Chapter One

Jay

A buff football player leaped butt-ass naked into the pool, and a whole squad of cheerleaders shrieked, jumping back as the splash from Free Willy soaked them. The guy climbed out of the pool with a drunk grin on his face.

My eyes naturally drifted downward.

He swung his (very gifted) dick in a few helicopter swirls before another one of his frat bros threw him a pair of torn underwear.

This was dumb.

Hot, but really fucking dumb.

It was Spring Rush Week at Franklin University. A time full of booze and parties. When fraternities and sororities opened their doors and coaxed in their next pledges.

I thought it would be a good idea to take a stroll down Frat Row. I figured it’d be a good way to make new friends. I’d been kicked out of my last school, forced to move across the country to live with my mom, and now had to somehow scramble together another life surrounded by a whole new cast of people.

And then there was me. A dream-filled kid and an environmental activist who managed to get a land protection act passed through Congress as my high school senior project.

It was that same passion that landed me in trouble last semester. Forests in Upstate New York were being wiped out. I organized a protest—peaceful, might I add—except the peace didn’t last too long.

Another group, not involved in my protest, must have smelled the chaos in the air. They arrived with firecrackers and BB guns.

It didn’t take long for the woods to burn.

Four people got hurt, one of them being a police officer.

I was asked to leave voluntarily or be expelled a week later. With such short notice between semesters, I had only one option available.

Transferring to Franklin University. My dad had been a professor here and had been very close to the dean. She heard my story and accepted my application.

Coming back home was hard. Being so close to the ocean was harder. But I had to deal with it. I couldn’t mess this up, not again.

And now I was here, at the Sigma Alpha Chi house, surrounded by smelly frat boys and giddy sorority girls, all of them peacocking as much as possible.

Eh. Fuck this.

I wound my way through a crowd surrounding a beer pong table. One of the balls bounced off the beer-stained white plastic table and landed at my feet. I picked it up and tossed it back.

The guy who caught it nearly made me stumble. Wow, was he good looking. Pretty, but also a little rugged, handsome. Square jaw with a rounded smile that softened those hard planes. He had green eyes that appeared to shine like gems under the backyard lights. “Thanks, bro,” he said, holding the ball out for me. “Want to give it a shot?”

“Sure, why not?” I grabbed the ball from his hand, our fingertips grazing. Sparks flew.

What the fuck?

I tried to ignore whatever fluttery butterfly feeling landed in my chest and focused on the four red Solo cups directly across from me. “Can I get a rerack?” I asked the two fraternity brothers on the other team. “A diamond, please.”

They moved the cups into a diamond formation, and I took aim. It was all in the elbow after all. I was about to throw when a gentle hand landed on my elbow, and a low voice entered my ear.

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A Ruin of Shattered Secrets – Magic and Marvels Read Online Max Walker http://www.wownovels.com/a-ruin-of-shattered-secrets-magic-and-marvels-read-online-max-walker Mon, 25 Mar 2024 04:50:49 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/a-ruin-of-shattered-secrets-magic-and-marvels-read-online-max-walker Genre: Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal Authors: Max Walker Advertisement

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Maddox Blackthorne
I was determined to fulfill my best friend’s dying wish: see the lost Moriarty paintings in person.

With two Moriartys in hand, I tracked down the final painting – and walked straight into a deadly trap.

Caleb Forrester, a Marvel detective working a case, was also caught.

He was broody, quiet, and the exact distraction I couldn't afford.

Caleb’s arrival unveiled a centuries-old mystery promising to destroy the world. Cults, stolen paintings, secrets, and a thirst for him I can't deny... the mission might be the least dangerous part of all this.
Caleb Forrester
Whispers of the apocalypse weren't my thing.

Neither was working a job that put me in the path of a dangerous cult.

Again.

But then Maddox, the devastatingly handsome dragon shifter, flew into my life. Despite our icy start, an undeniable connection sparked, pushing us together in a desperate hunt for the missing paintings.

The Crimson Ring clearly wanted them just as bad. I’m suddenly faced with a choice: master the power I despise using or watch the cult bring about the end of the world.

The stakes are terrifying, yet with every brush of his skin against mine, I start to crave Maddox so deeply it threatens to eclipse even my fear of the apocalypse.

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Chapter 1

Crimson Chaos

Maddox

I fucked up. The blood on my hands proved that. So did the dying (possibly already dead, shit) fae lying at my feet. Her ruby-red eyes appeared empty as she stared up at the cob-web covered ceiling. The crimson ring on her hand glittered with a menacing light, swirling as if it contained blood around its circumference.

Fuuuuck, I really fucked up.

The painting I came looking for was to my left. A beautiful thing. A scenescape of midnight black mixed with swirls of pearlescent color. It was held in an ornate golden frame, filigreed with leaves and vines that formed letters. I could have easily reached for it and grabbed it, but the Enforcers currently running up the stairs of the apartment building in my direction would likely have something to say about me flying off with the painting.

Not to mention, it was a fake. There was a tear in the canvas near the top left.

Fuck.

What made things even more complicated was the fact that there was only one exit in this shoe-box sized attic. I could shift into my dragon form and tear the ceiling off this place, which would help with my lack of escape routes, but it would also draw all the attention possible. That wasn’t exactly something I wanted to do. There was a window I could possibly blow out, but it would be a very tight fit, and I wasn’t looking forward to getting sliced up with glass.

The footsteps grew louder. I didn’t have any time to debate with myself.

Glass it was.

I raised a hand and launched a shard of ice. It went directly through the window, shattering it, glass flying outward into the bright blue afternoon sky. I could hear it rain down on the street below. A couple of “what the fucks?” drifted upward. I glanced at the fake painting again and shot another dagger of ice, slicing through the canvas. It tore apart, the image of a charcoal-and-rainbow-painted hellscape seemingly falling apart.

I ran toward the window, but it was too late. The footsteps reached the door. It flung open, the flimsy piece of wood rattling in the doorframe. I turned, ready to cover the floor in ice to hopefully slow them down, but stopped when I didn’t spot the ivory-robed Enforcers I had been expecting.

“Don’t move,” the Marvel at the door said. He held out a hand, where the mind-bending blue threads of mana swirled around his open palm.

The man—handsome, I had to admit… hot, really—looked at the painting and went pale. Then he saw the fae at my feet, and the color returned, anger twisting his features. His eyes darted back to me. “You—how did you—why?”

I shook my head. Now wasn’t the time for explanations. I didn’t owe this (admittedly very hot) man a single thing. He was tall, with just enough muscles and frame to balance him out, with short dark brown hair and arresting blue eyes that nearly bordered on gray, wearing a black V-neck shirt and blue jeans that hugged his lithe legs.

Just my type. Damn.

If this were any other day, any other situation, I would have made some dumb pickup line and have him over to the castle, where I’d devour him like candy. I’d toss those long legs over my shoulder and show him how good sex could really feel.

Today wasn’t any other day. I raised my hand and shot another icicle, this time aiming for the light directly above the man’s handsome head. It hit the bulb and got the man scrambling. I turned and went for my grand escape through the tiny-ass window when this messy situation turned into a shitstorm.

Neither of us had realized that the sound of footsteps had returned. Not until the door swung open again and revealed two figures cloaked in ruby red. They dropped their hoods and revealed sinister smiles, their beady gazes locked on me. It wasn’t their eyes that people noticed first, though. It was the perfect ring of still-searing flesh on their foreheads, enchanted to look as though they had just held the burning brand against their forehead minutes ago, even though those marks had likely been made long, long before, after they had graduated from initiates to full-blown cult members.

The Crimson Ring.

“Maddox Blackthorne,” one of them said, pulling two long blades out from under her robe, their hilts the same blood red as the burning circle on her forehead. Neither of them paid any attention to the Marvel, who had his back pressed against the wall. I kept a sliver of my attention on him. Not because he was a threat, but because he looked so damn threatened. The cocky and ready-to-fight air he had put on earlier seemed to evaporate the moment the cultists walked through the door. “It appears we’re after the same thing here. Why don’t we work together?”

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Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 88669 (not accurate)
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Damien BlackthorneDragons were dying. All over the world, a curse was taking us out one by one, and nobody knew how to stop it.I watched my mother burn, I watched my little brother fall sick. I didn’t want to see anyone else die, I was determined to figure out how to stop the dragon fall.That’s when Robby practically falls into my lap, with his big brown eyes and charming smile and his penchant for being hunted by vampires. After saving him twice from certain death, we soon come to realize that there’s a reason he’s being hunted.And that reason may be the answer to all our problems, and the start to a whole new set of them.Robby DiazI liked to float through the world. I bounced off problems and tended to avoid any and all issues with a smile and a wave.So imagine my surprise when I’m heading to a magic shop in Malibu and I’m suddenly attacked by vampires and then saved by one of the most handsome men I’d ever seen. I thought I could float away from whatever mess I stumbled into, but this problem stuck—following me all the way home.The vampires were after me, but they didn’t want me dead… they wanted me alive. Why? And what did I have to do with this dragon-killing curse? And why was I falling for the fiery hot dragon who insists on saving me over and over again?

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Chapter 1

Ashes to Ashes, Scales to Scales

Damien

The wind beat against my face as if it were trying to stop me. The air was frigid cold. I half expected my wings to turn to solid ice, the fire in my veins keeping them thawed. The sun burned bright in the sky, warming my back as I raced through the skies. I cut through a thick cloud. My wings slapped against the wet feeling of puffy air.

An entire Air Force squadron could have pulled up in front of me, and I would have pushed right on through. Nothing was stopping me. Not the elements, or the military, or a world-ending hurricane. Nothing. No one. I was determined to get to my mother’s side.

Before it’s too late.

The thought hit me like a stray lightning bolt. My heart skipped a few beats, possibly due to overexertion but more than likely due to fear.

“Damien, where are you?”

It was Xavier. My brother’s voice sounded clear as day in my head. No need for cell phones when you had a telepathic connection with your blood relatives.

“I’m about ten minutes away. How is she doing?”

“Not well. Make it five.”

“Shit.”

I tucked my wings into my side and tipped downward, using gravity to help me slice toward the ground, accelerating with every mile I dropped.

Faster.

Faster.

I could see the cracked surface of the road rising to greet me, ready to slam into me, turn me into a mess of dust and bone and scales.

At the very last minute, I aimed back upward toward the sky, throwing my wings open and catching a particularly strong updraft. The momentum from my fall helped push me forward, making me fly even faster.

There. That should shave off at least five minutes, hopefully seven.

Underneath me was the Concrete District, a relatively quiet and sleeping California community where all the non-magic users lived, its homogenous houses holding their homogenous humans, dreaming about their silly little problems or their wildest little fantasies. How lucky they were, tucked away with their loved ones, not having to worry that the people they surrounded themselves with were dropping like flies from something no one could understand or foresee. It made me jealous. Made my anger boil inside my chest. I could open up my jaws and rain down a river of molten fire on all of these people. I could make them feel the pain that coursed through my veins, share in the trauma that came from fighting an invisible enemy.

I kept my jaws clamped shut. I’d never hurt a human, not unprovoked, no matter how angry I was with my own life. It went against a dragon’s instincts to hurt a human. Not only would it break the Ivory Treaty and possibly kick off an entire world war, but it would also make me a monster, and that was something I refused to claim.

There were others in this world who held that title proudly.

It took me less than the allotted ten minutes to get to our home, although it had felt like I’d been flying for an eternity. I spread my wings as the stone and stained glass castle came into view, tucked away high on the Malibu mountains with a sweeping view of the beach just on the other side. It had been in the family for centuries, now serving as the home base for me and my five other siblings.

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Die For You (Book Club Boys #3) Read Online Max Walker http://www.wownovels.com/die-for-you-book-club-boys-3-read-online-max-walker Sat, 24 Jun 2023 21:48:06 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/die-for-you-book-club-boys-3-read-online-max-walker Genre: M-M Romance Authors: Max Walker Series: Book Club Boys Series by Max Walker
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Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 71212 (not accurate)
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TRISTAN HALL

With a serial killer's crosshairs on my back, the world as I knew it is turned upside down. The threats are real, the fear is palpable, and my survival? Questionable.

Enter Gabriel Fernandez, a hunky detective-bodyguard hybrid with a mission to shield me from danger. Our connection is instantaneous, sparking an undeniable attraction that threatens to melt us both on the spot. But yielding to our emotions could jeopardize my safety, exposing me to danger.

Our solution? Draw a line until the killer is caught, then reassess things then. Except a looming question What if Gabriel fails to stop the murderer in time? And what if our lightning-hot romance only paints a brighter bullseye on my back?

GABRIEL FERNANDEZ

As a detective in Stonewall Investigations' elite division, I specialize in high-stakes cases and perilous pursuits. My latest mission leads me to Atlanta, and straight into the life of Tristan Hall. He's alluring, captivating, and in serious danger.

My task is keep distractions at bay and ensure Tristan's safety while uncovering the identity of the Midnight Chemist. But how can I maintain focus when Tristan himself is the most tantalizing distraction of all?

The stakes are sky-high, and more than just my heart is on the line. As the danger escalates, so do my feelings for Tristan, setting the stage for a case that will change both of our lives one way or another.

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TRISTAN HALL

There were a couple of different kinds of phone calls. Some were pleasant, like the calls from an old friend checking in on you. Some were unforgettable, like the FaceTimes that showed off engagement rings or baby bumps.

Then there were the bad calls. The ones in the middle of the night, the sad “hellos,” and the tearful “goodbyes.” Bad news always ended up being a bitter pill to swallow.

But some calls were downright traumatic. Like the one I had gotten when I was supposed to be in the “happiest place on Earth.” A private detective I had reached out to was on the other line, and he was breaking the worst news of my entire life:

I had become the target of a serial killer.

Ever since then, my life changed. Fear commanded my every move. Anxiety gnawed away at me like a living force, feeding off my sleepless nights and restless days. I couldn’t write a single word, and for an author staring down the barrel of a hard deadline for a book he’d barely even started—that was the stuff of nightmares.

And I was living it.

I must have walked under five ladders, broken ten mirrors, and crossed thirteen black cats because I felt like the unluckiest man in the world.

I dragged myself out of bed and managed to shower and brush my teeth, something that had seemed nearly impossible over the last week. All I wanted to do was stay in bed with the covers over my head, like a turtle tucked away in his shell. I didn’t want to deal with anything. Why would I when I could get abducted and killed at any moment?

That was always quite a sobering thought.

Steam still filled the bathroom as I opened the door, the cloud of vapor escaping into the hall. There was a small crack in the mirror that came from the medicine cabinet that was half on the wall and half on the counter. I couldn’t really bring myself to fix it, not that I was ever a handyman in the first place. I didn’t even want to call someone to fix it.

In fact, I didn’t want to make or receive a single phone call for the rest of my (possibly short) life. If it was important, then they could send an email.

My phone started to buzz in my gym shorts. I rolled my eyes and chuckled to myself, taking it out and wondering who was calling me so early in the—

Shit, I thought as I read the time on the screen. How is it already past noon?

I answered the call, walking barefoot down the carpeted hall that was in desperate need of a vacuum. Dust bunnies seemed to dance with every step I took. “Hey, Noah, what’s up?”

“Did you just wake up?”

“Maybe.”

“Tristan, it’s almost one o’clock in the afternoon.”

“I know, I know. I slept through my alarms.” As if I had set any in the first place.

“That’s okay. I was just calling to make sure book club was still on for tonight?”

Damn it, that’s tonight. “Yes, yup. It’s still on. I’ll see you guys at seven.”

“Okay, and like I said before, my place is still open to host. Jake and I just spent the morning cleaning up, so it’s all ready.”

I walked into my cluttered living room, a pizza box left open on the coffee table with a couple of crusts still sitting there. Clothes were thrown on the back of the couch, and a pile of unorganized sneakers clustered up next to the door. I stuffed down the sigh that threatened to escape.

“No, it’s fine. It gives me an excuse to get things in order over here.”

I nearly tripped on an empty Amazon box. I hung up the call and looked around the disaster that was my living room. The curtains were drawn, but the bright late-afternoon sun still managed to shine through, throwing a warm orange filter over the messy space. I pulled open the curtains and looked out to the overgrown front yard.

I couldn’t blame all of this on my recent “issue” of being hunted by a psychotic serial killer, although that definitely was a factor.

But if I did some actual introspection, I’d realize that this had been building up over the past few years. It was a general sense of unhappiness, a dark and heavy cloud that slowly crept in from the horizon, settling directly above my head and casting everything around me in shadow. I didn’t know what had triggered it, nor did I know how to fight it, and it was really fucking my shit up. Not only was the house in a state of disrepair, but I felt my own life falling apart all around me.

My last couple of books didn’t do well, my agent dropped me five days before Christmas, leaving me scrambling over the holidays trying to find a new one, my love life was completely and utterly devoid of any joy, and now I couldn’t even open up a dating app without being terrified about the faceless person on the other end.

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Midnights Like This (Book Club Boys #2) Read Online Max Walker http://www.wownovels.com/midnights-like-this-book-club-boys-2-read-online-max-walker Thu, 30 Mar 2023 14:04:05 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/midnights-like-this-book-club-boys-2-read-online-max-walker Genre: M-M Romance, Suspense Authors: Max Walker Series: Book Club Boys Series by Max Walker
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Eric Ruiz-
I never thought I’d see him again.
We ended things on a horrible note, and it was all my fault. So when I bump into Colton at a local coffee shop, I’m convinced it’s some kind of prank.
But it wasn’t. Colton was back in town, and he needed help. His mom was killed in a burglary gone wrong, and he’s convinced there’s more to the story.
He’s also convinced I’m the only one who could help him. It would require being fake boyfriends and going with him to his family retreat, but at least we had some real experience being together.
Shouldn’t be too hard, right?

Colton Cooper-
I always wondered if we’d meet again.
Eric was my first love. Even though we had to keep it a secret, he had held my entire heart.
And ended up breaking it.
But when I see him again after all these years, those feelings come rushing back. Along with an idea.
Eric had a lot to make up for. So the least he could do was fly with me to the South of France and try to figure out who in my family was responsible for my mom’s death.
I just hoped history didn’t repeat itself.

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COLTON COOPER

The sound of a shattering champagne glass mixed with an ear-splitting cry. Time seemed to still. Paused, as if someone had pressed a button on the remote. The air in the spacious living room grew as heavy as lead, sinking into my lungs. It mixed with the adrenaline and elation that came from solving the case.

But at what cost?

Eric looked at me, big brown eyes swirling with a storm of pain. I wanted to reach out, grab his hand in mine. I wanted him to tell me that it would be okay. That the plan worked. It was all worth it… or was it? Did I just lose more than I’d gained?

That’s when my brother spoke, breaking the thick silence. “I didn’t do it. I didn’t kill my mother.”

Archie’s voice was hoarse, his throat likely constricting with the panic that no doubt flooded through him. Jen, my sister, held back tears, a shaking hand covering her mouth.

My entire body felt like it had been struck by lightning. Every single cell in my body was fried from the shock.

Eric had laid it all out for us. He’d listed the exact reasons why my brother would be motivated to end our mother’s life. It all made a twisted, sick kind of sense. I didn’t want to believe a single word of what Eric was saying, but deep down, I knew he only spoke facts.

“You don’t even belong here, on this trip.” My brother advanced toward Eric, pushing aside the love seat that his wife sat on as if it were made of paper. She shouted again, grabbing onto the armrests. I’d never seen my brother this angry before, his face a cherry red and his hands forming tight fists. “You and Colton concocted this entire plan to, what, frame me? Do you want me off the will, Colton? More money for you and your fake boyfriend? Huh? Eric, do you get a cut?”

My eyes opened wide, as if my little brother had slapped me across the face. I shook my head, trying to process it all. My dad was dead silent as he stood by the window, watching us all as if he was seeing us for the first time in his entire life.

“Eric and I are…” I looked at him. The man I loved. The man I used to love. The man I’d brought here under fake pretenses, the man I’d been unable to deny real feelings for.

Was I losing him tonight, too?

“Colton brought me here as a detective, first and foremost. Yes. Our relationship was fake, but the information I uncovered is all real, and I wouldn’t have found any of it if I didn’t act the part with Colt,” Eric said, speaking the truth and stabbing me directly in the chest while he did it.

Shit… That hurt. Maybe it was because emotions were already sky-fucking-high, but hearing Eric say that he came here just as a detective made my chest tighten even more than it already was. Like an invisible boa constrictor was intent on squeezing every last molecule of air I held in my lungs. I looked out the window at the dark and cloudless sky, wondering how the hell this trip had turned tits up in a matter of minutes. And was it all my fault? Should I have left it all alone? Should I have never invited Eric? Never have come up with this wild plan in the first place? I could see now that all the roads led to heartbreak. Each and every single one of them.

Because, no matter what, at the end of the day, my mom was still dead, and my “fake boyfriend” was now accusing one of my brothers of her murder.

How did that not amount to heartbreak of the worst kind?

“This is fucking crazy,” Kendall said, pushing past my grandma, who looked like she was two seconds away from passing out onto her girlfriend. “We’re standing here, dressed like fucking Clue characters, talking about Archie like he could hurt a fly, much less our own mother. Do you see how ridiculous that sounds?”

Eric took out his phone, opening it to a video that took up his entire screen.

“What is that?” Archie asked, trying to snatch the phone from Eric’s hand but proving to be too slow.

“It’s proof of your involvement in Amelia’s death.”

The room fell into a pit of silence and dread. Eric turned to me, that teddy-bear look of his twisted in pain. “Do you want to stay here for this?” he asked me.

I nodded, unable to speak.

Eric pressed Play, and the sounds of my mom being strangled to death filled the room, making me regret my decision to stay, along with every single fucking decision in my life that had led me up to this nightmare come true.

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COLTON COOPER

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Noah Barnes
A trip to the grocery store changed my life.
That’s where I bumped into my ‘straight’ co-worker and good friend, Jake Perez.
I decided to invite him to my book club night, not realizing the chain of events that invite would kick off.
Immediately our chemistry became too explosive to contain, making our friendship and work relationship complicated. That same night, a bloody package addressed to me lands on my doorstep.
Falling for Jake was never in the plans—then again neither was being targeted by a dangerous stalker.
This was going to be interesting.

Jake Perez
We were supposed to stay just friends—but how was that going to happen when all I wanted to do was kiss the guy?
Joining his book club sounded like a perfect way to spend more time with him. I wasn’t counting on liking him more and more with every passing second.
Then came the targeted threats, throwing a wrench in our budding ‘friendship’.
One thing was certain, though. Well, maybe two.
I was going to help Noah figure out who was behind making his life a living hell and I was going to do it while staying as just friends.
Friends who liked to hold hands and kiss and…
Yeah. This was going to be harder than I thought.

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NOAH BARNES

He was wearing those khaki pants again.

The ones that hugged his bubble butt and bunched up between his legs when he sat. They were the pants that turned me absolutely feral. Like a cat in heat, yowling at anything close by that could potentially fuck me. A tree branch? Sure, yowling. A pair of muddy sneakers? Yowling.

A delicious-looking bulge offered up by my straight coworker and friend? Absolutely yowling. Loud enough to pop a couple of eardrums and break a few windows.

I adjusted myself in my seat, hiding just how excited those damn pants made me by rolling my chair further under my desk. Somehow, I managed to pry my gaze away, keeping my creeper tendencies in check while I tried to focus on the spreadsheet in front of me. Numbers swam, columns danced, rows rearranged themselves all into the shape of a thick pen—

“Hey, Noah, you have lunch yet?”

“Nope, not yet.”

So if you’d like to serve me some sausage, we can just get started.

Damn… I was thirsty. And not just for the half-drank Gatorade bottle on my desk (blue, because that was the superior flavor according to anyone with taste buds). It wasn’t exactly a new state of being for me. I’d been boy crazy ever since my hormones kicked into overdrive—likely the exact moment I witnessed the star quarterback of our high school’s football team changing in front of me, nearly causing an extremely embarrassing and traumatizing mess in my towel. Luckily, I held it together that day, but the boy-session never left. I embraced it in my senior year when I came out to two of my best friends in an empty Taco Bell parking lot after we had snuck a (minuscule) amount of vodka out of my parents’ fridge and got drunk at the playground nearby.

I remember being scared shitless. Eric and Tristan had been my best friends since elementary school. We’d been through some crappy times and some over-the-chart incredible times, always sticking together through it all. But this? Well, this was different. It wasn’t about who cheated in Super Smash or Tristan choosing to go on a date with Sarah Miller over their usual Saturday night hangout.

This threatened to shake the very core of our friendship. Being gay—especially back in the early 2000s—was something that many people still didn’t understand, and high school boys weren’t exactly revered for their ability to fully understand and empathize with the world around them. Not only that, but kids were mean as shit. My friends might have been okay with me being gay, but would they have been okay with being gay by association? It all stacked up on my shoulders and made the words a mission to get out, likely not helped by the slight slur I had from taking my sip of vodka and orange juice.

“I’m…well, I’m—”

“What? Scared of butterflies? We know that,” Tristan said, pushing his glasses up his nose and flashing that thousand-watt smile of his.

Eric took a bite of his taco, speaking through the crunches. “You’re going to be competing on the next season of Big Brother?”

“No, yeah, right, I wish. Imagine me on—” I shook my head, getting off track. I just had to let the words out. Two simple yet galaxy-sized words:

“I’m gay.”

There was no taking it back once I said it. The truest part of myself was laid bare, right there next to my half-eaten Crunchwrap Supreme. And, as I always should have known, there was no need to take it back. In fact, there wasn’t any need to be scared about coming out to Eric and Tristan either. Not when Eric spoke up and came out himself that same night, Tristan joining the rainbow mafia a month later.

Turned out that I’d been the first bedazzled domino to fall, but I wasn’t the last.

“Want to go for some Cuban?” Jake asked, drawing my attention up to his inhumanely blue eyes. Seriously, there should have been some law against having eyes that beautiful. Especially when you were straight. It was way too much power for one person to yield. Pretty privilege and straight privilege? It made me sick to my stomach.

Not sick enough to say no to a medianoche, though.

“Sure,” I answered, locking my computer and reaching for my wallet, still under the stacks of papers I had left it under. My office wasn’t exactly the picture of cleanliness and organization, but it worked for me. I’d only been in this position—accounts payable manager for a large construction company here in Atlanta—for about a month now, and in that time, I’d been way more focused on getting myself settled than on organizing my office.

Jake arched a skeptical bushy brow as I dug in a chaotic cabinet for my keys.

“What?” I asked. “I’ve got a system.”

He chuckled, which slightly annoyed me. Was he laughing at me? And why did his chuckle sound so damn cute? “Yeah? What system is that? Windows 95?”

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Roman and Wyatt’s sunset job didn’t go as planned. Now, the Rainbow’s Seven is fractured and at their lowest point yet, defeat right around the corner. Each of them are going to have to dig deep if they want to come out on top and pull off the most important heist of their lives. _________________ Full blurb and cover reveal coming soon.
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Roman Ashford

Roman had never felt more defeated.

He’d been in bad situations before but never like this. Never trapped inside of a tiny white box like a powerless rat, ready to chew off its own tail if that meant a successful escape.

Three excruciatingly long weeks had passed since the sunset job blew up in their faces. Three weeks of being held in solitary confinement at a maximum-security prison, unsure of who or what could get him out of this.

Three weeks of wishing Salt was back in his arms. Wondering how he was doing, what he was feeling. That was probably what hurt him the most. Not the fact that they’d lost their shot at being billionaires, but that he’d fucked up his chance to be happy with Wyatt. It was history repeating itself in the worst possible way, and Roman felt like there was nothing he could do about it.

Well… almost nothing.

Roman didn’t land his position as the head of the Rainbow’s Seven just because of his looks. Even though defeat and depression blunted the edges of his usually sharp thoughts, he could still push through and glimpse the light on the other side. It kept his mind busy, spinning in multiple directions, trying to figure out what could be his best possible chance of escape.

No windows, no clearly marked exits, food was delivered to him, the bathroom was in the corner of his cell, and he got no yard time. To many, it would seem like an insurmountable challenge.

But Roman saw opportunity, and her name was Aimee Saurez, the corrections officer assigned to bring him his food and walk past his cell every hour on the hour. He understood that this impenetrable fortress only appeared that way on the surface, but wherever there were humans, Roman had learned that there’d be mistakes. He’d already managed to get a few cordial sentences out of her and was beginning to notice a difference in the care she’d take with the food. At first, it would be shoved into the receptacle in the bars and left there, two stems of soggy broccoli hanging off the plate next to what could be presumed to be mashed potatoes.

Now, the plate would be placed down gently with a “here you go” and the faintest of smiles.

And there were three stems of broccoli instead of two.

“Here you go,” Aimee said, pushing the plate into the tiny case.

“Thank you,” Roman replied as he grabbed the paper plate with a warm smile, surprised to see a flicker of it returned his way.

“Eat up. I’ll be back in fifteen to take you to your lawyer.”

Roman nodded, unable to feel any kind of optimism over the meeting. He knew the law wouldn’t help him in this situation, not when he was up against the United States government. He had money from his past jobs and knew he could hire the best legal team this side of the Milky Way and he’d still be fighting an uphill battle.

He chewed on the green, mushy rope cosplaying as a vegetable. He sat on the edge of his steel cot, staring down at the cement floors painted in a Pollock pattern of various suspicious stains. His thoughts began to drift, floating toward Wyatt, picturing his smile and trying to imagine his fingers tracing gentle circles across his back. The sensation of his kiss, of his lips, his body. The sound of his laughter and the brightness behind those freckle-framed eyes.

He’d give everything up to be back with him. More than his freedom, more than the sunset job. He’d give up anything if it meant being able to hold Wyatt in his arms again. Their past had been an incredibly rocky one, and he’d been counting on their future balancing out with a smooth road. He never pictured that the road would be made of fucking lava and fireproof piranhas. Nothing about this could be considered “smooth.” Nothing about this was the happily ever after Roman had envisioned for him and his other half.

“Fuck,” Roman said, setting the plate on the bed and dropping his head in his hands.

How could he get out of here? This wasn’t like in the movies, when someone would use a flatted toothbrush to dig a way out or would have a hole in the wall covered by a Playboy poster. He needed to be smarter than that. Had to use the system against itself. Exploit the biggest weakness he could manage to find.

“All done?” Aimee asked, her keys jingling from the belt on her hip. She stared at him through the bars, hawk-like brown eyes scanning him and the cell. She had a few arm tattoos on her left arm. One of them caught Roman’s attention—a realistic black-and-white photo of a baby boy, smiling up at him from her forearm.

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