One Last Heist is 99c until May 27th!
Join Mack and Toshiro as they attempt to pull off one more heist before their lives are forever changed.
Are you serious about this leaving shit?” Trace sat across from him at one of their favourite bars in Coronado—McP’s Irish Pub. “I thought you’d be in until you hobbled out with no hair or teeth, clinging to your walking frame.”
“They pay you by the joke?” Wyatt flicked one of his onion rings across the table at him. “I’m done—nothing left for me to accomplish.”
“Weak sauce. Utter fucking weak sauce.” Trace leaned forward with his elbows on the table. “It’s the gay thing, isn’t it?”
Wyatt didn’t even blink in response. He waved the bartender over for another round of Guinness; Hamish had gotten all of the SEALs hooked on it. “What gay thing?”
“The fucked up policy that says you can’t serve if you’re open about who you are.” Trace pushed the plate of nachos to the side. “None of us give a shit who you fuck—or who you love.”
Wyatt knew the men under his command respected him, thought of him as a friend. SEAL teams were almost always tight-knit units. They only had each other to count on in the middle of treacherous missions. “None of you?”
“None of our element.”
~ A brief excerpt from After the Scrum ~
“No, Sherlock, stop it. You uncivilized mongrel!” Francis Keen, interior decorator extraordinaire, tripped over his own feet and his dog’s leash. He landed in a heap on the walk outside his home. “Damnation, you obstinate creature, heel. Do you even know what the word means?”
“Having trouble, love?”
“No, Gran.” Francis straightened himself up, running his fingers through his now thoroughly mussed-up mass of light brown hair. He ignored his beloved grandmother’s tittering giggles while attempting to glare balefully at his Shetland sheepdog, Sherlock, his beloved and the bane of his existence. “Have a good day, Gran.”
“Try to stay on your feet, love.” She waved at him with another laugh then headed up the walk to their shared home.
Oh, the humiliation.
He’d gotten a smaller dog to go with his own more slender frame. He didn’t fancy being dragged off by a monster of a mutt. Sherlock didn’t appear to understand his purpose in life. Even for a smaller dog, he managed to yank his owner off his feet quite frequently.
The sheltie served other purposes, besides companion and best friend. Francis simply didn’t advertise what Sherlock’s training actually entailed. He didn’t want the sympathetic stares.
“One morning, Sherlock, just one would be nice. I’d give you the largest beef bone in the world if you could allow me to preserve my dignity once.” Francis fumbled with the keys to his only prized possession—a turquoise Fiat 500 from the seventies that had been painstakingly and lovingly refurbished. He patted the dashboard reverently once he’d situated himself and his insane canine. “Well, Watson, time to take the world by storm. Are you ready?”
My latest release is currently on sale ever so briefly for 99c. In celebration, I thought I’d share it…and a bunch of other books that are currently (as of today when I checked) 99c.
All other links: books2read.com/at-war
Twisted Pain by MariaLisa deMora – https://books2read.com/TwistedPain
Unbreak Me by Maria Vickers – https://books2read.com/b/bOZ1JE (Pre-Order)
The Bunny and The Billionaire by Louisa Masters – https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0758ZXCMM
Assassin By Day by Tessa Robertson – https://www.amazon.com/dp/B074F1L6L7/