Today I'm featuring Cyclops (Watchdogs 1) by Gale Stanley
Cover art: Bryan Keller
Genres: Paranormal, Werewolves, Gay, Action
Adventure & Suspense, New Releases, Romance
Length: Novella
Page Count: 43
Blurb:
Ray Miller finds his
calling in the Army, but an explosion in Afghanistan takes his left eye and his
career. Set adrift, he turns to alcohol, until an old army buddy shows up and
offers Ray a job. Now Ray has a secret identity. He puts his combat skills to
use as Cyclops, a paid assassin who rids the government of bad guys.
Then, one day a chance
meeting sets off sparks, and Ray falls for a man who could destroy him. Hooking
up with a cop is reckless, but the sex rocks Ray’s world. How long can he hide
his secrets before the hitman becomes the target?
Excerpt:
Mission accomplished. A
simple in and out job, take aim at the target and pull the trigger. Now it was
time to vanish, lie low and keep my head down. I usually played by the rules,
but tonight I didn’t want to be alone. Danger is an aphrodisiac and I was one
anxious horndog. I didn’t sniff trouble in the wind, so I went to Jared’s
apartment, where I could keep my head down and suck his cock at the same time.
My digital car clock said
three am when I pulled into a dark spot behind Jared’s building. He’d be
asleep, so I let myself in with the key he’d given me. I shed my clothes in the
living room and left them on the floor. I wanted to slip into bed beside Jared
and surprise him. Quiet as a church mouse, I opened the bedroom door. A
floorboard creaked as I stepped over the threshold. The light came on, blinding
me for a few seconds.
Jared sat up and looked
daggers at me. “Do you know what time it is, Ray?”
I grinned sheepishly.
“Time to get busy?”
“What were you doing until
3 am?”
“Missing you.”
“Right.” Jared threw a
pillow at me. “Go home, Ray.”
I picked up the pillow and
walked over to the bed. “Don’t be such a sourpuss.” I tucked the pillow behind
his back. Yawning, I scrubbed a hand through my regulation cut, two inches of
hair on the top of my head, and tapered down the sides and back. I like to
leave a little for Jared to pull on. The thought made my dick even harder.
Jared lay down and put an
arm over his face. “I have to get up for work in a few hours. Lock the door on
your way out.”
I sat on the bed and slid
my hand under the sheet. Jared’s limp dick didn’t budge when I made contact.
Damn, he really was pissed. “Okay, go to sleep. I’ll just lie next to you.”
“I don’t want you here, Ray.”
My temper rose, but I
tamped it down. I have a short fuse but I try to lengthen it around Jared. A
few slow deep breaths calmed me down. I pulled Jared’s arm back and stared at
his face. His eyes were closed and it was hard to tell if he meant what he
said. “Look at me, babe.”
Reluctantly, he opened his
eyes. God, he was gorgeous. Honey brown hair framed high cheekbones and emerald
green eyes. “Come on, babe, you know you don’t mean it.”
Jared and I had been
together for eight months, and I’d gotten used to having a steady fuck, or as
steady as it could be in my line of work. I didn’t see Jared as much as he
would have liked, and the longer we were together, the harder it was to explain
my absences. But, nothing worthwhile came easy and I was determined to keep
him. I liked knowing Jared was there when I needed him. And right then, I
needed him bad.
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Author Bio and Links
Gale
Stanley grew up in Philadelphia PA. She was the kid who always had her nose in
a book, her head in the clouds, and her hands on a pad and pencil.
Some
things never change.
Happy Reading!
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