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Total pages in book: 92
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Sam Clark Video games, school, friends and family. The four things that defined my life. When a fifth variable gets added in the form of a smoldering detective named Rocky Hudson, suddenly everything changes. Life isn’t as simple anymore, and it begins to start feeling like a whole new world is opening up to me. A new world filled with firsts. But things take a turn and instead of awkwardly flirting, I find myself trying to convince Rocky that I shouldn’t be a suspect in the case he’s investigating. Our connection starts off on shaky ground and my daydreams about the handsome man quickly fluctuate from me ringing his neck to him ringing my… like I said, shaky ground. Bottom line though: I couldn’t stop thinking about him. And soon, I wouldn’t ever want to stop. Rocky Hudson Tragedy made me who I was, cementing the brick wall I had built around myself after the hurt subsided. The only time I’d let people in was when I’d walk them into my Velvet Room. But as far as craving relationships, I had killed that part of myself ages ago. Imagine my surprise when a bright-eyed young guy comes barreling through my defenses, knocking it all down, changing everything. Still, things are never easy, and when my case twists around on itself and points in a direction I don’t like, I follow it, falling down a rabbit hole that leads to explosive revelations. All with Sam Clark at the center of it. As the connection between us strengthens and the mystery deepens, I find myself protecting his heart at all costs, while surrendering my own in the process. ________________________ His First Surrender is the third and final book in the Stonewall Investigations- Miami series. It's a full-length, steamy gay romance novel and can read as a stand-alone.
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Rocky Hudson

Everything was neatly laid out in front of me. A toolkit of leather and straps and whips and toys, all resting on a soft, velvet red pillow inside the drawer. The vibrant red matched the color of the walls in the windowless room. There was a queen-sized bed with crisp white sheets pressed against the far corner, but my attention instead drew to the swing hanging across from the bed. The thick silk black straps were tied around large silver rings bolted into the ceiling. The seat of the swing was plush and wide, with a zipper that allowed for the bottom to open, allowing even more access to whoever was sitting on the swing. I admired it for a moment, standing there with nothing on but my black jockstrap, thinking I had just made the best purchase of my entire fucking life.

Now I just need someone to try it with.

I turned my focus back to the open drawer, a soft white light shining from all sides of it. The metallic plug reflected some of the light, catching my eye.

Decision made. I grabbed the plug, feeling the heft in my hands, and poured a small amount of lube over it. My cock grew stiff. I rubbed myself, lowering the jockstrap and releasing my growing dick.

I needed this. My week had been long, and my stress had reached peak levels. I had been working on a tough case that put me in some sticky situations and kept me up without sleep for three days in a row. The work was difficult, but thankfully it was all worth it, since I definitively closed the case earlier this afternoon.

I let out an exhale from deep in my lungs, letting go of everything except the sensation of the cold plug against my hole. I spread my legs a little wider, my body ready to take it in, my cock twitching and throbbing in the air.

And then my phone alarm started to blare out, startling me and causing the plug to slip right out of my hands, falling onto the gray wood floors with a loud clunk. I bent down and tried picking it up, but the lube spread and made the damn thing slipperier than a fucking salmon. It flew out of my hands as if it wanted to fly home for the summer, where the home of lubed-up butt plugs happened to be.

Iowa, maybe? Texas?

My alarm still sounded like a siren, echoing off the walls, breaking through the image of dildos tumbling through wild open fields.

I ignored the plug and went for my phone, turning off the alarm and checking the screen. Why did I have an alarm set for… Oh shit.

Fuck.

I was supposed to be at Miami Beach in twenty minutes for a meeting that had completely escaped my mind. With the insanity that this week had brought, I totally forgot about the time I had set aside to catch up with an old flame of mine.

Someone who I had a feeling wouldn’t mind giving my new swing a spin.

I wiped off my hands with a paper towel and went for the plug, round two. This time I was able to grab it without it leaping to the other side of the room. I wiped it off and placed it back into the drawer.

The room locked itself as I closed the door, heading straight for my bedroom, where I got changed into a pair of black shorts and a royal blue T-shirt. I walked into the bathroom, which was flooded with afternoon sunlight, and checked myself out in the wide mirror, making sure my hair wasn’t doing anything unruly. After brushing my teeth and spritzing some Tom Ford cologne onto my vital areas, I headed out.

On the way there, I set my Tesla to auto-drive mode and called the guy I was meeting with to let him know that I might be a few minutes late, considering the traffic seemed to be getting worse and worse the closer I got to the beach.

He didn’t answer. I figured he might have been driving, too. I put my phone down and glanced out the window, at the huge Royal Caribbean cruise ships that were docked at port, one of the ships getting filled with excited passengers, some of them already waving at the passing cars from the top deck. Ahead, the roads started getting more crammed until my car had rolled to a complete stop.

“Fucking hell.”

I hated being late to anything and especially to something like this. I never met with old friends or flames, always letting them get snuffed out by the passing of time. But, on a whim, I had decided to meet with Rodrigo after he had texted me one night out of the blue. We weren’t particularly close, and he had moved away two years ago, but I still could remember some of the orgasms that man had given me over the times we had gotten together. He did things with his tongue that should be made illegal.

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OLIVER: Ok, so imagine this. I’m halfway across the world in a bar in London celebrating my last year of vet school when I spot the sexiest silver fox I’ve ever seen. We flirt, we kiss, and I have one of the best nights of my life. I’m sure I’ll never see him again, which is why I don’t give him my real name, even though I’m down to give him my address, phone number, and throw in my social security number just to be sure. Weeks later, I walk into Stonewall Investigations in Miami looking for help and who do I find? A certain silver-haired fox with a cocksure grin and an accent that makes my knees melt. So… about that help... BECKHAM I went back to London so I could bury my father and put our rocky past to rest. I wasn’t expecting to get handed a letter by a woman I’d never seen before, addressed to me in my father’s handwriting. Opening it on the spot would be the emotionally mature thing to do. Drinking the evening away at a pub would be the emotionally therapeutic thing to do. I chose the latter. That’s where I met one of the most interesting and attractive guys I’d ever chatted with, one I wanted to get to know from his head to his toes. One I was sure I would never see again. Cut to three weeks later, when the object of my intense desire walks into my office looking for help with a murder that had been haunting him for years. This was going to be an interesting case.
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1 Beckham Noble

The city was charcoal gray. Rain clattered down the window as I looked out at the passing buildings. The regal Croydon Clocktower whizzed by in a raindrop-streaked blur. The Ashcroft Theatre looked different than the last time I’d seen it, with an entirely new modern facade, all white edges and square boxes.

It all felt like home, and yet nothing could seem stranger to me.

Of course, things had changed. I hadn’t been back in London since I’d moved to the States. After my father and I threw fists at each other. After he kicked me out of the house and I never looked back.

I moved to America… damn, seventeen years ago. I had been twenty-three, a young man just figuring himself out, when I felt like my past in London was too much for me to bear. I packed up my shit and made a life for myself across the world.

Now I had just turned forty and no longer needed to figure myself out or explain myself to anyone. Least of all my father. And even if I wanted to talk to him, that wasn’t a possibility.

The reason I had come back to London was to put our past to rest with him. Once and for all.

It was my mother who’d talked me into it. When I was kicked out, she did everything she could to get me back into the house. She was ready to divorce my father and sleep on the streets with me until we found a place to stay. I didn’t want that, and I knew my relationship with my father was irreparable. So I cut all ties with both of my parents. I made it solely on my own, surviving day by day until I started working at a pub. That was where I met a private eye who would talk to me every day about his job, his cases. They weren’t all riveting cases, but he talked about each one with a contagious excitement.

Years later, I spoke to my mum again. We had a tear-filled reunion, my heart feeling like it had been mended from an age-old wound, scabbed over with time. She told me that she’d divorced my father. Losing everything she loved in life, she had thrown herself into her sewing and dressmaking. Her passion bled into her pieces, and she soon found huge success, changing her life around.

Sometime in the last couple of years, my parents had a rekindling of sorts. They spoke over tea and found some common ground. Over those years, things slowly got better, until my mum was telling me that my father was a changed man. She said there was something different about him. A happiness that changed even the way he smiled. She wanted me to speak to him, to try and build a bridge of the whitewater of trauma we had rushing underneath us, but I felt like there would be no way. I couldn’t speak to him. I couldn’t face him.

And then I got a call about his death. It was my mother, and she had sounded pretty shaken up. She asked me to promise that I’d be at the funeral, at least to provide some strength to her.

I didn’t want her going through that day alone. I imagined her dressed in black, holding herself and surrounded by no one she could reach out for. I couldn’t have that. I booked my flight and made it to London in time for the burial.

The funeral went by in a blur. I didn’t speak, but my mother did. She gave a beautiful eulogy for the man she had known before the alcohol took over. She talked about how, in those last few years, he had seemed to have turned his life around. Positivity had bred in a place where negativity held dominance for his entire life. Too little, too late for me, but as my mother wiped away tears, I could see it was just enough for her. She looked frail in her older age, but her shoulders never slumped, no matter how much pain she was enduring. Even at the burial, she stayed strong, holding my hand in hers, her bones poking at my palm, her body giving small shudders.

It was at the end of the burial, when I thought all was done, when a sense of permanence had fallen on the five of us standing there, it was then that a woman walked over to me and caught me by the elbow. She looked to be my mother’s age, with soft brown eyes moist at the corners from fresh tears.

“You’re his son, right?” she asked.

“’Scuse me?”

“Robert’s son. You’re Beckham?”

I nodded. She opened her black jacket and pulled something out from an inside pocket. “This is for you. He wanted you to have it.”

I narrowed my eyes. The envelope had my name written across the front. It was big and bent at the edges, and I could already tell I wanted nothing to do with it. I had come to this funeral because my mother asked me to. This wasn’t about closure for myself. I’d already got my closure when I was homeless on the grimy London streets. That was when my father died to me, back when I was a sixteen-year-old kid, lost in this world and just looking for a little guidance.

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Nicholas Silva This Christmas, I was determined to change things. I was done living a lie. I felt like a puppet, so I cut the strings. I woke up one morning and broke up with my girlfriend - to the shock of everyone. That same day, I had tickets booked on a holiday cruise where I planned on cutting loose and finding the truth I had been denying myself all along. Little did I know, I'd end up finding much more in the jaw-droppingly handsome man I met before boarding the ship. Our chemistry was immediate, and it wasn’t long before we shared a passionate kiss. Then came his question. He asked me to be fake boyfriends with him for the duration of the cruise. My immediate urge was to say ‘yes’ except for a tiny complication that forced me to reconsider: I’m the prince of Spain and I am still very much closeted. Shiro Brooks This Christmas was supposed to be for reuniting with old friends. I didn’t expect to be dealing with a break-up and becoming the seventh wheel. I tried staying positive, but after an embarrassing situation at the security checkpoint, I resigned myself to my crummy holiday fate. Imagine my Santa-sized surprise when I bump into (and subsequently make-out with) the hottest man I’d ever met in my entire life. Drunk off our connection, I blurt out a crazy proposal. A proposal that he quickly shoots down. I for sure thought it would all end there. I had no idea it was only just the beginning of our story. _____________ A Royal Christmas Cruise is a full-length and standalone Stonewall Investigations- Miami holiday story.
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1 Nicholas Silva

The kisses came at me like mosquitos fighting to get through a protective net. Fast, sharp, unwelcome.

Her lips pecked at my neck first. Like she was searching for some sort of weak spot, where she could break skin and suck out my blood. I wondered briefly if I should let her. Just succumb to the blood-draining, like I’d succumbed to being in this fraud of a relationship for two years now.

All so Papi and Mami could live happy, knowing their little prince was finding himself a queen.

I rolled onto my side, cutting off the kisses. She huffed a breath of air before I felt the bed tremble as she fell back on it. I kept my eyes trained forward, on my chipped dresser, set so that it blocked half of the window, keeping the dusty red curtain permanently closed.

I hated the view. It reminded me of a prison. Keeping it shut meant I could lie on my bed without having to look out at the constant reminder of my, eh, situation. The only reason I even knew it was midday was because the sunlight barreled through the unblocked side of the window, throwing half my room into light and the other into shadow.

“What’s going on Nick? ¿Que pasa?”

The question didn’t come out of the blue. Cristella was a very caring, very empathetic woman, which made this situation all the more difficult. She was a proper girl, and a beautiful one, I’d admit. I’ve come to learn that she wasn’t my type in the slightest, but her beauty could never be denied.

I rolled over, facing her, looking into those doe-like green eyes, some of the waves of her silky brown hair cresting across her forehead, hiding a couple of freckles that dotted her flawless skin. Her pouty lips looked extra pouty. Normally, I would kiss her until I got a smile. I had always felt like that’s what I was supposed to do, how I was supposed to act. So I had.

But not today. Not after this morning. There would be no more kisses.

“You’re scaring me.” Her eyes bounced between mine. “You’re scaring a lot of us. You’ve just been in your room, for hours. Days. You missed the dinner yesterday, and you missed the fund-raising lunch last weekend. That was one of your favorite events of the entire year. And you wouldn’t even tell me why…”

Because I can’t look into anyone’s eyes anymore, not without thinking I’m a fucking fraud.

“I haven’t been feeling well,” I answered, giving my default response to any similar questions hurled my way over the past couple of months. Cristella wasn’t the only one who could pick up on my shift in attitude. Both my parents had briefly brought it up over dinner about two weeks ago. The conversation lasted approximately three minutes before my dad began talking about the preparations for the Christmas festival.

“But why?” Cristella had determination in her eyes. She wasn’t letting this go for idle chat over holiday decorations. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”

“A storm,” I said, being honest for once in what felt like months. “I can’t even pull out a single thought.”

“Try. For me.”

The thunderclouds filling my head exploded with lightning.

“That’s the thing, Cristella… I need to do the opposite. I have to try for myself now.”

“What are you talking about?”

I stared at the beauty mark that dotted her skin near the dip of her Cupid’s bow. “I’ve been living for what everyone else wanted of me. The prince, an heir to a throne that doesn’t even hold any power anymore. It’s all just dressing on a set. People fall for it because it glitters under the light, but when the lights turn off, it all gets dark just like everything else. I’ve been living a lie for what? To make my parents happy? To keep the tabloids quiet?”

Cristella’s eyes were filling with worry. A crease appeared between her thin brows. She started fiddling with her earlobe, something she always did when she became anxious.

“Don’t talk about your family like that.”

She didn’t get it. They weren’t family. They were prison guards, keeping my true self stuffed deep down inside the darkest dungeon imaginable. Somewhere devoid of any kind of light.

Not anymore, though. Not anymore.

“I can’t keep this in.” I sat up in bed, leaning back on the plush bedframe, the soft white pleated velvet caressing my bare back.

“Keep what in? What are you talking about, Nicholas?”

I wanted to shout it then. Wanted even the guards standing outside the palace gates to hear me.

The words almost fell from me, but they hit a barricade somewhere in my chest. I stopped myself. Breaking up with my girlfriend would cause big enough waves. Was I ready to proclaim why I had broken up with her? Was I ready to tell everyone that I was gay?

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Gabriel ‘Fox’ Morrison is starting a brand new chapter in his life. He spent years drifting after his time in the military and finally felt ready to settle in one spot. This leads him to becoming the head detective of the recently opened Stonewall Investigations in Miami. His first case is one that not only hits close to home, but the result could have huge repercussions for more than just him and his client. It’s a case so big, he decides to enlist some help. Jonah Brightly is ending a huge chapter of his life. Him and his girlfriend have zero spark and his professional career is in shambles after an on-work incident leaves him with more than a physical scar. A new job as a private detective would be a lifeline he so badly needed. He goes in for his interview and meets Fox, the man who changes everything for him. Both of them are rocked by an unexplainable force, and both are left questioning everything they’ve known in its wake. As they form a bond through working together on the case, they learn there’s much more that brings them together than holds them apart. But can they keep fanning the flames of their newfound passion or will they be consumed by the growing fire? Bad Idea is the first book in the Stonewall Investigations- Miami series. It's a full-length, steamy gay romance novel.
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1 Gabriel “Fox” Morrison

Miami. The city of vice. City of sex.

It was my city, and it was my vice.

Another vice of mine? Stuffing my dick down some random guy’s throat in the bathroom of Club Trinity. The stalls were cramped, dimly lit. They didn’t have any of the gaps at the bottom, providing some semblance of privacy while also making the stall resemble a church confessional.

Made sense, seeing as how someone was down on their knees. Except no one was doing much confessing tonight.

Music pounded from outside the bathroom, drumming in my veins, mixing with the shots of rum I had just downed.

I needed this. I needed this buzzed-headed, clearly CrossFit-obsessed man down on his knees, lips wrapped around my cock. I needed the lust-filled gaze as he looked up at me, begging for me to come, his hands milking me. It was a simple and euphoric way of getting the stress off my shoulders. Opening up a new investigation agency wasn’t exactly easy, and neither was the case that had fallen on my lap a few weeks ago.

“Mhm, fuckgargs—” The man’s words got slurred as I stuffed my entire size inside his mouth, sliding down his throat. The sensation was enough to push me close, my balls tightening against me. I groaned as my fingers dug into the back of the man’s head. He looked up at me, eyes watering, mouth stuffed with my dick, and I fell right over the edge.

“Give it to me,” he said around my cock.

“Oh shit,” I managed to grunt. I dropped my head back and unloaded, shooting my come straight down the man’s throat. He swallowed it up like it was his last supper.

I did exactly as he asked, gave it all to him.

Quivering, I stepped back, come still dripping off the head of my dick. The man—Axel was his name, I remembered now—got up to his feet and wiped his big lips, smiling. He was sweating through the white-and-blue tank top he wore, the straps looking more like strands of hair with how thin they were, clinging to his big, veiny chest.

“That was fucking hot, dude.”

“Thanks,” I said, the stall suddenly feeling more and more cramped. I turned and unlatched the door. My body was feeling good, and my mind wasn’t far behind. I wanted to get home and get some rest so I could hit the ground hard tomorrow. I didn’t get what I wanted tonight, which meant I’d be coming back.

“Hey, wait,” Axel said, stopping me before I left the stall. “You want some?”

He pulled out a tiny, clear bag from his incredibly tight jean pocket. Inside the bag I could see the bright green pills I had come searching for.

Dragon.

“I just bought it,” he said, opening the bag with the care of a jeweler examining a rare gemstone.

Well maybe I was getting what I wanted tonight after all…

“From who?”

“Huh?”

“Who did you buy it from?” I put my back against the stall door. Neither of us was getting out until I had my questions answered. This was what I had come to the club looking for, and everyone I had talked to kept their mouths shut or just didn’t know what I was talking about. Apparently, a six-foot-three guy with a short haircut and a built frame immediately got people thinking of undercover police.

I mean, they weren’t that far off.

“I have my hookup. This is the pure shit, too. The brand-new stuff, dude. Everyone’s going crazy for it. My dealer said I can’t get this anywhere, like anywhere. It’s like a Club Trinity exclusive, shit.” He opened the bag and dug a finger in, but I grabbed it before he pulled the pill out.

“Hey, what the fuck!” He tried to snatch it back, but I dodged, turning and taking a closer look at the pills. Outside of the door, the sounds of the club were thumping. Guys laughed and sang as they washed their hands, while girls shouted, “Fierce!” and “Yass, queens!”, toilets flushing at a nonstop rate.

“Let me see it for a second.”

The pill itself had no signature other than the bright green color and the tiny print on the center, made to look like a dragon scale. It looked like a fucking SweeTart. Except this wasn’t a candy. This little pill had already taken ten lives, and the grim reaper was lined up for a magnitude more if someone didn’t put a stop to this.

“All right, you done acting like a narc? Holy shit… are you a narc? It’s not mine! I found it in my pocket! Someone must hav—”

I turned back to face him. The cramped space was growing humid. Sweat beaded across my forehead. “Relax, I’m not a narc.” I crossed my arms, keeping the bag of Dragon away from Axel’s reach. “I’m trying to set up a distribution channel.” I slipped into my cover story as if it were a second skin. “I want to make this shit explode. I need to know who’s selling it first, though, before I figure out how to franchise it.”

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