Two New Releases! by S.C. Wynne

Wow. Time flies! I’ve been remiss in my blogging duties and have neglected to mentionBookcovermall.com Template two new releases. Shame on me! 🙂

First, I was thrilled to write a story for Felice Steven’s Memories of the Breakfast Club Kindle World. Felice was chosen to be the very first MM romance Kindle World and I was so happy to be a part of that.

My story is called Memories Follow released June 22. It’s about Scottie, a man who’s been damaged physically and emotionally and Lance, a playboy who’s had his heart broken and is afraid to trust.

How about a little excerpt to give you a taste?

EXCERPT:

When four o’clock neared, I made my way to Paws For Care. I opened the door to the veterinary shop, but I wasn’t greeted by the usual cheerful woman at the counter. Instead, a cute blond guy sat in her spot looking like he’d rather be anywhere than where he was. His face was flushed, and he avoided direct eye contact. “Welcome,” he said stiffly.

“I have a four o’clock appointment with Dr. Hazelton.” Pinky squirmed in my arms and I kissed her furry little head.

The guy scanned the logbook in front of him. “Name?”

“Pinky.”

He frowned and kept his eyes down. “No, I mean your name.”

“Oh.” I laughed. “Sorry. It will be under Bernadette Franklin. I’m her son.”

He flicked his sky-blue eyes to mine and then down again. “Okay. It’s here.”

“Of course it is. Do people usually try to sneak in to see the vet?”

“Not really.”

When he turned his head toward the back, I noticed there was a long, jagged scar that ran along his jaw. My stomach tensed as I wondered how he’d gotten it. He didn’t look like the type who’d go in for plastic surgery. While he looked kind of rumpled, he seemed clean. His plaid shirtsleeves were rolled up, revealing muscled forearms, and he smelled like detergent. “You’re not the usual receptionist.”

His face flushed more, and he swallowed hard. “Patty had a hair appointment and she asked me to cover for an hour.” His thick dark lashes hid his expression. “I manage the kennel in back.”

“So you’re a jack-of-all-trades.”

“Hardly.” For the first time, he met my gaze squarely.

The punch of attraction that hit me when his light gaze rested fully on mine surprised me. He had a guarded but kind of innocent air about him that made my chest tight. I could see instantly that he’d been hurt horribly by someone. I was shocked I could read that so clearly on his handsome face, but it was there.

“You’re doing great.” I spoke firmly, wanting to reassure him for some bizarre reason.

His mouth tightened and he said, “Yeah, right.”

“I mean it.”

He shook his head and pointed toward the chairs behind me. “Take a seat. I’ll call you when the doctor is ready for you and Pinky.”

I moved to the seating area and sat where I could watch him. I knew I was acting kind of weird, but he intrigued me, and I didn’t get intrigued easily these days.

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The second Book I released June 26th and it’s called My Omega’s Baby. GASP! I wrote and bodyguardbabyFINALFORSURESMALLERMpreg story. lol I know. It’s not my usual thing, but I really loved the nurturing, heartwarming aspect of this book.

This story is about two bodyguards who can’t stand each other, but are forced to live together for a few weeks. Sparks fly!

EXCERPT:

His voice was stiff as he spoke. “Since this is your first night here, I’m going to cook us dinner. I think it’s safer than ordering in or going out.”
 
“Agreed.” Ordering takeout could sometimes give things away. If you normally placed small deliveries and all of a sudden you were ordering a lot more food, anyone watching could catch on you had company. Neither of us had really had time to figure this situation out yet, and we needed a night to get a game plan in place.
 
He stood in front of me, his hands on his narrow hips. “Any food allergies I should know about?”
 
“No.”
 
“Anything you hate?” His gaze flickered. “Besides me.”
 
“Nope. Just you.”
 
He clenched his jaw and moved into the kitchen, muttering under his breath.
 
“Did you say something?” I needled.
 
He didn’t respond. He opened cupboards and banged pots and pans as he moved around the small kitchen. I found a perverse pleasure in annoying him, and so I stood and followed him. I leaned against the counter near the stove and watched him searching for utensils.
 
“Have you ever done this before?” I asked with a smirk.
 
“Yes.” He scowled at me and continued riffling through his storage.
 
“You don’t have to cook. We can just eat cereal.”
 
He shot me an impatient glance. “I’m cooking dinner so shut the fuck up.”
 
“Calm down. I’m just trying to be a considerate guest.”
 
He snorted. “Yeah. Right.”
 
When he bent down and his shirt rode up, my gut clenched at the sight of his bare flesh, and that same intense desire to see his body came over me. Something seemed to stir deep inside at the sight of his smooth skin, and I looked away, feeling startled. The sensations that gripped me were similar to lust. My body buzzed with excitement, and my cock warmed. I’d never felt anything remotely like that toward another man before, and I was shocked to the core.
 
My pulse was elevated, and the wolf inside me seemed aroused, as if I was hunting something. I felt weird and light-headed as I struggled with the bizarre impulses rolling through me. I moved away from him and went into the bathroom to splash water on my face. I leaned on the counter and stared at my wet features. My eyes seemed unusually bright, and my face was flushed.
 
I thought about our fight earlier in the day. Maybe that little spat had awoken my wolf. Sometimes an argument, the scent of blood, or a physical altercation could stir up instinctual feelings that were hovering in the subconscious. I sucked in a long, calming breath and tried to push down the uncomfortable feelings. I absolutely wasn’t into guys, and even if I had been, if there was anyone in this world I had no interest in fucking, it was Blade Carr. I couldn’t stand him.
 
I knew hiding in the bathroom all night wasn’t an option, so I went to sit on the couch. As time passed, I began to feel a little calmer and my pulse returned to normal. I was still vaguely disconcerted by what I’d experienced. I checked my phone, noticing it was a full moon. Perhaps that was the explanation for my odd feelings.
 
I jumped when Blade appeared in front of me. He held a chilled beer out to me. “Thirsty?”
 
“Thanks.” I took the beer, feeling self-conscious.
 
He sat across from me, sipping a bottled water. He set the water on the coffee table and studied me with a serious expression.
 
“We need to find a way to get along.” His voice was soft but guarded.
 
From the way his pulse beat swiftly at the base of his throat, I could see he was as uncomfortable with me as I was him. “What do you suggest?”
 
He lifted one shoulder. “Maybe we can talk our differences out.”
 
I chuffed. “You mean like therapy?”
 
His cheeks tinged pink. “I mean communication.”
 
“I didn’t have a shitty childhood, so I’m not sure what you’re hoping to discover about me.”
 
His mouth hardened. “I’m not trying to find out about you. I’m trying to figure out how we can spend two weeks stuck together where neither of us kills the other.”
 
I took a long swig off my beer, and I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. “It’s not really a mystery. We don’t like each other.”
 
“Yeah. But why?”
“Because you’re a dick?” I arched one brow.
 
He narrowed his eyes. “And you’re a colossal asshole.”
 
Irritation nipped at me. “Sometimes people just don’t like each other.”
 
He shifted his position, and because of the way his shorts folded, I got a view of his briefs. It was just a glimpse of white cotton, but something washed through me at the thought of his cock nestled behind that thin layer of material. A wave of lusty hunger hit me, and my cock pressed my zipper as I pulled my gaze away.
 
What the fuck is wrong with me?
 
“We’re both intelligent men. We should be able to work through our differences.” He spoke earnestly, completely unaware of the internal struggle I was having.
 
I finished off my beer and kept my eyes pinned over his head on a little cat clock over the sink in the kitchen. I was confused and freaked-out by what was happening to my body. I’d never had any interest in men, and now I couldn’t look at my least favorite person without getting a hard-on. Was it something I’d eaten? Was I having a nervous breakdown?
 
“Did you hear me?” he asked, sounding irritated.
 
“Yes.”
 
He exhaled. “You’d rather just hate each other forever?”
 
“I don’t think talking will work.”
 
“Well, of course you know best,” he grumbled.
 
I licked my lips and took a chance on glancing at him. His eyes were glittery and his face flushed. My gaze fell to his full lips, and that startling hunger nipped at me again. What would he taste like? I was consumed with the desire to know how soft his lips were and if he would use tongue when he kissed.
 
In a desperate attempt to get my mind off his mouth, I blurted, “I’m put off by your arrogance. You think you know more than us alphas.”
 
“Maybe if you guys showed us a little more respect we wouldn’t feel the need to prove ourselves constantly.”
 
The husky sound of his voice sent tingles through my body. Something was horribly wrong with me. My wolf was trying to push to the surface. The need to hunt and take what I wanted was overpowering. I was breathless with desire, and shockingly, Blade was the object of my desire. Sweat prickled my brow as I struggled to fight back the wolf inside. I grunted and clutched the arm of the couch, closing my eyes and clamping down on the aching instincts inside of me. When I opened my eyes, he stared at me with a puzzled expression.
 
“Are you okay?” He wrinkled his brow.
 
I bit the inside of my cheek and tasted blood, but at least it distracted me enough that I could get control of my bizarre urges. “I have a headache.” I actually did have a pounding headache.
 
“Oh.” He stood and went into his bathroom. When he returned, he held out two pills. “Ibuprofen.”
 
“Sure it’s not poison?”
 
He rolled his eyes and dropped the caplets into my palm. “These take pain away. If I was going to murder you I’d do the opposite.”
 
I glanced at my empty beer bottle.
 
He grabbed his water and offered it to me. “I don’t have any diseases.”
 
“Oh, did they find a cure for asshole-itis?” I took the water and washed down my pills.
 
His mouth hardened. “Careful you don’t choke now.” He turned and headed back into the kitchen.

 

Sorry about being so lax in communicating! I’ll do better in the future. I hope. 🙂

S.C.

Hard-Ass Vacation by S.C. Wynne

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Just re-released the sequel to Hard-Ass Is Here. It used to be called Hard-Ass Christmas, but it really isn’t a holiday story. Phillip drags Taylor up to Big Bear for the holiday, but the story is about how the two of them learn to trust and take the next step.

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EXCERPT:

He’d dropped the subject of my father like a good host. I was happy. Talk about a buzzkill. Discussing my old man was not conducive to a romantic evening. I suppose it was touching that Phillip thought he wanted to know about my past. Maybe he’d seen too many Hallmark movies.

Phillip cooked the steaks on the built-in grill in the kitchen while I sliced plump red tomatoes and settled for drinking wine and keeping him company. It grew dark outside. The mountains were black silhouettes against the fading light. The last time I’d checked, it was still snowing, and the forecast promised more tonight and tomorrow.

“How do you like your steak?” he asked, flipping one of the warm brown fillets.

“I prefer it when the plate doesn’t resemble a bloody murder scene.”

His laugh was rich and husky. “I’ll do my best.”

He continued to give the meat his full attention, and I gave the wine mine. I enjoyed watching him cook, his tan, slender hands so practiced and assured. A silky raven lock of hair fell across his forehead, and his thick lashes rested on his angular cheeks. He glanced up and caught me watching him.

“I’m starving. How about you?” he asked.

“Always.”

“Can you pass me the Worcestershire sauce?”

I handed him the dark bottle. He slathered the steaks with the sauce and scooped them off the grill onto pretty blue plates. He dipped into another pot and spooned red potatoes onto the dish.

My phone vibrated in my pocket, startling me. I pulled it out and could see the number of the person texting me. Gregory. It flustered me to see his name, and I gave a guilty glance toward Phillip. I stuffed the phone back in my shirt, a nervous fluttering in my gut as I heard the little beep reminding me I had a message.

“If you put the salad on the table, we can eat,” he said, unaware of my dilemma. He carried two plates to the big, knotty pine table on the far side of the living room.

We settled into our chairs across from each other. Phillip topped off his wine and mine. The steak was perfect. It melted in my mouth with a rich, tangy burst, and the potatoes were firm and buttery.

“This food is so good,” I mumbled.

“Sometimes I think instead of the brilliant financial wizard I am, I should have been a chef.”

“Yes, you’re such a slacker.”

“I hope it’s not too late to leave my mark on the world.” He looked like he was holding back a smile.

“You’d really make a killing right about now if you owned a snow shovel company.”

“That’s a great idea.”

“I can picture the sign, Daniels Shovel Company.” I grinned. “Your jingle should go something like: ‘Nobody shovels it better than Daniels.’”

“I love it,” he said. “Smart-ass.”

I helped myself to salad, drizzling some dressing over the green leaves. “I’ll handle the phones. I have such stunning people skills.”

“I think it might work. We make a great team.” He was smiling, but he kept his gaze averted.

I dropped my gaze to my food, giving it my full attention. I could get used to this. Nice meals, laughter, and someone who seemed to care. But after my failed experiment in domesticity with Gregory, it was best to take this budding relationship with Phillip one day at a time.

I was chasing a tomato around my plate when everything plunged into darkness. It took a moment for my eyes to adjust to the light from the fireplace and candles.

“I guess that means no movie tonight,” Phillip quipped.

“We lost power?” It was a stupid question.

“We did indeed.”

“Good foresight to have a candlelight meal.”

Phillip’s gaze glittered in the half-light. The wind howled outside around the eaves of the roof. It was silent without the background noise of things like the refrigerator or the heater.

“I had a big night of needlepoint and karaoke planned. Now it’s all shot to hell.”

“I guess there is a God,” I said, putting my hands together in mock prayer.

His white teeth were visible in the darkness. “It should come back on in about an hour.”

“The important thing is, I can still see the wine.”

“Should we tell spooky stories?” he asked in a ghoulish voice.

“Of course.”

“The one about the babysitter and the guy calling from inside the house; that one always freaked me out as a kid.”

“That one was creepy,” I said, my eyes wide.

We finished off the meal, laughing about the scary stories of our childhood. Then we cleared the table, setting the dishes in the sink until morning. The fireplace glow didn’t reach quite far enough to clean the kitchen to Phillip’s standards.

I sat on the couch in front of the hearth. Phillip brought over the wine and our glasses.

“Well, this is quite nice anyway,” he said. “Who needs electricity?”

He settled in next to me, and we put our feet up on the coffee table.

“My mom would be irritated with me right about now.” He laughed.

“Would she scold you?”

“Yes.” He sipped his wine. “Then she’d have turned it into a joke.”

The shadows flickered on the walls with the occasional pop from the fire. The wine made me groggy, and I snuggled against Phillip’s warm shoulder. I didn’t feel the need to move away and find my own space at the moment. Maybe later I would, but for now it felt okay.

“Are you happy at Peterton Financial?” I asked.

He turned to look at me. “I am. Why?”

The alcohol was making me feel less guarded than usual. “I know regionals move around a lot.”

“I don’t plan on going anywhere if that’s what you’re asking.”

“You’re so smart. No wonder you’re the boss.”

He chuckled. “You can ask me stuff, you know. I’m private, but not with people I…care about.”

My heart lurched. Don’t get ahead of yourself. You can care about a parakeet.

“I could ask the same of you. Are you happy at Peterton?” he asked.

“I am, and I will say I enjoy work more than usual at the moment.”

“Me too.”

The fire crackled and danced near us.

“For reasons of full disclosure, I should tell you they did offer me another position in New York,” he said.

I felt like he’d kicked me in the stomach.

“Are you going to take it?”

“Didn’t I just tell you I wasn’t going anywhere?”

“Why the hell do they move you guys around so much? It creates instability within the local branches.” I scowled.

“It’s not an orphanage. It’s a brokerage.”

I laughed. “I know, but any company should have stable management. How do you create a team environment if the players keep changing?”

He rubbed my thigh. “To be fair to them, I used to ask to be moved around.”

I absorbed that for a moment.

“I see.”

“When I was first with Peterton and going through my divorce, I got restless easily.”

“When you were living in Japan?” I asked.

“It was when I got back from Japan. That’s when I decided to stop torturing Mary by living a lie.” His lips were pursed, and his expression in the firelight was brooding.

I covered his hand with mine. “You did the right thing.”

“Took me long enough.”

“Can I ask you something?”

He turned his sharp features toward me. “I encourage it.”

“Were your parents accepting of…?” I stopped.

“Being gay?”

I nodded.

“It’s such a cliché, but they wanted me to be happy. Whatever my choices.”

“You’ve led a charmed life, my friend.”

He shrugged. “It was up until my parents died.”

I felt like a heel. I needed to try and remember other people loved their parents. Most people didn’t consider their mother and father to be simply sperm and egg donors like I did. “Sorry.”

He stroked my hand. I guess he forgave me.

“I’d love to take you to Japan someday.”

The idea excited and stressed me. Vacationing together in another country would be a whole new level of intimacy. I wondered if I could handle it. “There’s an interesting thought.”

“I lived in Tokyo when I worked for Frandin Finance. There’s this place called Kabukicho. It’s this little area, can’t be more than six hundred square meters, but it’s the largest entertainment district in East Asia. I think I heard last count there are four thousand businesses crammed in there.”

“Sounds claustrophobic.”

“It can be. But it’s a fun place. There are tons of bars and fast-food places.”

“So I could still get me a burger while I’m there?”

“I hate to break your heart, but it will taste different,” he said.

“They shouldn’t mess with my beef.”

“It has a different sauce on it or something.”

“That does it. I’m never going to Japan,” I said, laughing.

“We’ll see if I can persuade you when the time comes.” His tone was gentle. He leaned over and kissed me. It was soft, searching, and my stomach buzzed with desire. He took the glass from my hand and put it on the coffee table. Then he turned back to me, the light of the fire reflected in his gaze. “I want to fuck you on the floor, in front of the fire,” he whispered.

I glanced over at the expansive, furry bearskin rug near the hearth.

“On that?”

He displayed a wide grin. “Yes. Let’s defile the damn thing.”

“You’re insatiable.”

“I am when it comes to you.”

S.C.

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Re-release of Hard-Ass Is Here

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I just re-released what was my very first MM romance, Hard-Ass Is Here. It was originally published in 2013 and I still remember how exciting it was to get that acceptance email. Honestly, that thrill never wears off no matter how many books I write. Evey time I get an acceptance letter, it’s amazing. But there’s something about that first time. That first ‘yes’ we want your story.

The storyline of Hard-Ass Is Here is about, Taylor, who’s just gotten out of a bad relationship where he lost his cool and got himself arrested. Enter the new hard-ass boss, Phillip, who’s investigating a theft at Peterton Financial, where Taylor works. Unfortunately, the account being pilfered is Taylor’s responsibility.

Phillip suspects Taylor might be the thief, but he’s hugely drawn to him too. Things get more complicated when the men give in to their mutual attraction, but the stealing continues.

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Excerpt:

“What the hell is this?” I scowled as Randy dumped a huge, sloppy pile of files and data sheets onto my desk.

“The new hard-ass is here.” Randy’s voice had the usual respect he afforded the higher-ups. None. “He wants us to go through all of these, ASAP,” Randy said.

“He’s here already?” I swiveled my chair and peeked out of my office to see a man standing with the bigwigs in front of the shimmering Christmas tree in the lobby. The new guy was about forty, black hair, at least six feet tall, with broad shoulders impeccably encased in what was probably a two-thousand-dollar designer jacket. His jaw was tense, belying the air of relaxed confidence he was doing his best to sell.

The guy allowed a polite smile as Sally, the receptionist, pulled a piece of shiny silver tinsel from his shoulder. Knowing Sally, she’d be positioning him under the mistletoe first chance she got.

“Where did he come from?” I asked.

“Your dreams?”

“Why didn’t anyone tell me he was already here?” I asked, ignoring Randy’s sarcasm.

“I am telling you.”

“I mean sooner. Why didn’t you tell me sooner? Did you explain to him we’ve compiled this already?”

“I tried. He’s good-looking, but he might be lacking in smarts.”

I exhaled impatiently. “It makes no sense to go through these again. We have it all in digital files already,” I grumbled, flipping through the sheets. “What is this, 1984?”

“You can take it up with Pretty Boy yourself. Looks like he’s making the rounds, and he’s coming this way.”

Great. This was who they sent? The guy looked like maybe he’d be an expert on hair products, but not necessarily business theft. We had a crook here at Peterton Financial and we needed someone who really knew their shit so we could catch the culprit. We’d been hemorrhaging buckets of money due to theft. Reviewing data printouts of losses we’d already gone over a hundred times was a waste of energy. My energy.

But the higher ups didn’t always care what I thought. Peterton Financial was a large, well-oiled machine, which meant it took a lot of busywork from little guys like me to justify the big bonuses the guys at the top raked in. I guess I’d have to shut up and let the new boss take a stab at fixing our branch’s problems. And when he failed and left, like the last two, I could get some actual work done.

“Ten bucks says he doesn’t last the week,” Randy whispered, waving a bill in front of my nose.

I eyed the new guy’s perfect haircut and aquiline nose. Maybe he was tougher than he looked? Probably not, but it was only ten bucks.

“You’re on.”

“Like taking candy from a baby,” Randy said, tucking the money back in his pocket.

Lucinda Mercy, the office manager, stopped at my door with Mr. Haircut.

“Taylor Williams, I’d like to introduce our new regional manager, Phillip Daniels.” She smiled at me, lipstick on her teeth. “Taylor is the senior financial analyst for the New York project.”

“Nice to meet you, Taylor.” Daniels took the lead. His shake was firm, the skin of his manicured hand smooth. I got a whiff of grapefruit, lavender, and lemongrass. He smelled terrific, I wasn’t going to deny he was enticing, but he wasn’t nearly as impressed with me since his gaze appeared tepid at best.

It had been a long time since I’d met someone as good-looking as Phillip Daniels up close and personal. In fact, I hadn’t been up close and personal with anyone in quite a while. I assumed that was why my pulse sped up and I felt a little flustered standing so near to him.

“I look forward to grabbing some alone-time with you.” My face warmed as I realized I sounded like I was hitting on him.  “I mean… you know to do work.” I grimaced.

His lips twitched. “I assumed.”

I laughed a little too loudly. “Right.” Pull it together.

He cleared his throat and said in a velvety tone, “I see Randy dropped off the files I want you to comb through.”

“Yeah.” I shifted uneasily. “About that, we’ve got all this on the computer. I don’t need to go through the hard copies.” I met his cool stare and hoped I didn’t sound as annoyed as I felt.

“I’m afraid I’m going to have to insist.” He lifted his chin.

I gave a surprised laugh. “No, I mean it’s been done several times already in hard copy and on the computer.”

He leaned toward me pointedly. “Then one more time going over the physical paperwork won’t hurt anybody, will it?”

I hesitated. Did he have bad hearing or something? “Seems a little silly to pay me to do something I’ve already done many times.” I spoke through gritted teeth, but I attempted to keep my expression pleasant.

“Why don’t you let me worry about the man hours?”

“Looking at the same thing thirty times isn’t going to change the outcome.”

“I guess we’ll see.” He narrowed his gaze.

Angry heat filled my face. “I’m happy to look over the computer stuff again if you really want me to. But I’m not inclined to go through all those paper files when it’s not necessary.”

“How about you get inclined?” His eyes flashed with irritation.

I sucked in a calming breath and counted to twenty. Ten wasn’t good enough. “I’ll see if I can get to it.”

A muscle in his jaw hardened. “On the contrary, I want you to make this a top priority.”

Apparently, we were now soundly engaged in a pissing contest. He might be gorgeous, but he was either dumb or an arrogant prick. “Maybe I’m not making myself clear. Let me try this one last time; these have already been gone through and saved to the computer. Everything piled on my desk right now is already scanned into the computer.” I spoke slowly, in case he was having trouble understanding the big words.

“Look, Taylor, is it? We need to get something straight right off the bat. I’m your boss, and I’m giving you a direct order.”

“I understand that, but I have a lot of work and this is a waste of my valuable time.”

Until Lucinda gasped, I’d forgotten she was there. She looked nervously between Phillip and me. “Um… Taylor what can it hurt to look the stuff over?”

I held up my hand. “With all due respect, Lucinda, I don’t think Mr. Daniels quite grasps my point.”

“Do you actually want to catch the thief, Taylor?” Phillip snapped.

“Of course I do, but—”

“Then you should be willing to do whatever it takes. Since you’re so familiar with the data, it shouldn’t take you long.”

“It’s not as simple as that. Going over all this is extremely time-consuming,” I said. “I have other things I need to get to. I have other deadlines.”

“I’m sure you’ll work it out. I expect a report ASAP.”

He turned his back on me and walked to the next cubicle, perhaps to spread his good cheer elsewhere. I stared after him feeling embarrassed and irritable at his abrupt dismissal.

“Wow, you like the rough stuff.” Randy snickered.

“Fuck off.” Warmth crept under my skin, and I kept my gaze as far from the frustrating Phillip Daniels as possible.

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