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From Prevailing Winds, Chapters 11 and 12: (ADULT/MM)
“I’m one hundred percent certain Toby loves you, Remy,” Jamie said softly. “Grief can show itself in many ways…”
Remy rubbed his cheek against the silky hair, breathing in the faint smell of citrus shampoo along with Jamie’s unique scent. He shifted his hips back, away from the warmth and temptation of Jamie’s ass. He wasn’t about to let biology fuck this moment up.
Jamie turned, and this time, Remy let him, dropping his arms to rest his hands on Jamie’s hips, meeting that oh-so-familiar green gaze. “I know that now—I talked with someone.”
“When I came out of my three-day drunk, Chief Hill had a counselor for me to talk with. I think he was worried I might fuck up the internal investigation or the case against Cortez. This Dr. Pearson suggested a long trip out of town would be a good idea.” He smiled. “She also told me grief is different for everyone and unique to the circumstances of the loss. She gave me a little booklet about the stages of grief—sometimes I think I go through all of them several times a day.”
“It’s understandable, you’ve been through a lot.”
Remy slid his hands up Jamie’s arms until he cradled his head, his fingers tangled in the long black hair. “The point is, we’ve both been through a lot. Jamie…in less than six months, you’ve lost Ryan, lost your career—at least the one you thought it was, and lost your mother and all that you were raised to believe. All your life, people have lied to you—let you build your world around their fabrications—”
Jamie started to step back, but Remy tightened his hold.
“You make it quite clear just how foolish I have been,” Jamie said, his words clipped. A sheen of tears pooled in his eyes but didn’t spill.
“Ah shit, that’s not what I meant at all. You know I suck at this talking shit, Jamie. Give me a break here.” He swiped his thumbs over Jamie’s cheeks. “Would you blame me for what my grandfather did?”
Jamie jerked. “What? Are you daft? You were a child— Ah, clever. You’re right. I can’t be to blame for my mother’s machinations. She fooled the lot of us. But as for Ryan—”
“The game was in motion long before we entered it, Jamie. You would only be a fool if you hadn’t figured it out—but you did and put a stop to it. No, you’re not stupid or naive.”
“I’m still running errands for Julia and Yardley.”
“On your terms…eyes wide open. You know they’re playing a deep game, and I imagine you’re finding some pleasure in trying to figure it out. It’s like working a puzzle, right?”
“It’s a distraction…I needed something to do for a while.”
“I get that—me too. I asked to go back the PD.”
“You did? When do you start?”
“I don’t. Chief Hill mighta laughed. Hurt like hell at the time, but I think he realized I was looking for a distraction, too. Speaking of distractions…”
Keeping their gazes locked together, he tightened his fingers in the silky strands and tilted Jamie’s head. The sculpted lips parted, and the tip of a pink tongue darted out. Remy sucked in a breath.
“So beautiful,” he whispered. “I don’t want to fuck this up, Jamie.” He moved slowly, until their breath mingled, before he finally brushed their lips together in a gentle caress.
“I don’t know if I can do this, cowboy,” Jamie whispered. Even while his heart was busy trying to put on the brakes, his traitorous hands slid to Remy’s waist. He leaned up to steal another kiss. The slide of slick tongue, the wet heat, familiar taste all insistently telegraphed the same message. This is right.
Jamie arched toward Remy, tugging at his shirt, sliding hands along the hot flesh, pulling him closer. Returning the kiss, Remy made a noise halfway between a groan and a growl, then took a commanding control, forcing his head back, their tongues dancing in an addicting blend of white-hot urgency.
Just like the first time they’d kissed, the effect of Remington’s kiss was like no other. It wasn’t just a kiss, it was an assault on his senses that left his head spinning and his lungs desperate for oxygen. Even his toes tingled. Intense. Passionate. Perfect. They fit together in a way he’d never been able to duplicate with any other man. Yin and Yang. Black and Tan. Fish and Chips. Breaking their kiss, Jamie nearly snorted with laughter.
Immediately, Remy dropped his hands to his sides and took a giant step backward. “I’m sorry, Jamie. I didn’t mean to—” His eyes were heavy, the lush lips swollen from their kisses, the dress shirt untucked and rumpled. Jamie wanted to finish undressing him, to use his mouth to ravish that beautiful body.
Trying to focus, Jamie said, “No—it’s not that. I was thinking—”
“Always dangerous with you,” Remy interrupted.
Jamie laughed again. “Too true. I was thinking about how perfectly our kisses seem to fit together. The things you do to me are like no one else…then I lost the thread.” He repeated his thoughts.
“Like fish and chips? Seriously?” Now Remy was laughing, too. “How do I go from being your best kiss to being compared to a piece of cod?”
Jamie shook his head. “I don’t know. Nerves, maybe?”
Remy nodded. “I’ll go back to my room.”
“No,” Jamie practically shouted. Remy tilted his head and blinked. The man probably thought him mad. Maybe he was.
“Jamie, help me out here. What can’t you do? How can I help?” Remy took Jamie’s hand and started to lead him toward the couch. Jamie tugged him to the bedroom instead.
“I don’t want you to leave, Remy. Really, I don’t. Let’s go to bed.”
“Jamie, you don’t have to do this. In fact—shit, I can’t believe I’m saying this—but I’d rather we not do anything if you’re not sure.”
“That’s just the trouble, Remy. I’m sure I want this.” He used two fingers to point back and forth between them. “What I’m afraid of is what happens afterward. I’m not sure I can…survive watching you walk away again. And God, I’m so sorry. I know it’s way too soon for both of us—too soon after Miggy—too soon for this to be something you can commit to. That’s what scares me.”
Remy pulled Jamie so they both sat on the edge of the bed. Their hips touched, but Remy leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, the position he always assumed when he needed a bit of self-protection. “I get that. I’m scared, too, you know. It nearly killed me to watch you walk away in Phoenix. And you’re right, it’s too early to search out Elvis and put on wedding bands. But Jamie, I don’t think it’s too soon to say we can try.”
Jamie’s stomach twisted, and his heart thudded erratically. Remy turned his head, and gave him a half smile. “Miggy…his death was ugly, beyond senseless. It was a fucking bomb, set two years ago by that asshole Cortez. And we never knew. We all went about living our lives—never once considering we were running out of time. All of us, Jamie—not just Migs. But here’s the thing…I don’t regret the journey, even if I hate the ending. But I have to wonder, what other time bombs are waiting for us? What regrets would we have if one of us died tomorrow?”
The words released the binds around his heart. As if someone opened the starting gate, Jamie surged forward, knocking Remy back onto the bed with an oomph. Like the crazed man he was beginning to suspect he was, he fumbled until he managed to get Remy’s shirt and slacks open. He was making splendid progress until he was distracted by the warmth of the big hands that slipped under his shirt and the roll of Remy’s hips. Even through their remaining clothes, hard length pressed against hard length.
“Jamie,” Remy said his name like some sort of incantation, weaving a spell with his voice. Jamie cried out when he was flipped over, his back landing on the mattress with a thud, and he was pinned by the weight of Remy’s body. His mouth was plundered as Remy tasted and pulled back before tasting again. So much like their first time.
Breaking their kiss, Remy rose to his knees and tugged his shirt over his head, then stood and gave Jamie a long look. Jamie remembered the taste of those finely pebbled brown nubs, the scrape of the coarse brown chest hair, the heat of the golden skin. Still Remy waited, thumbs hooked inside his waistband, the zipper unfastened, more than a hint of cock showing, since he’d obviously gone commando. Jamie licked his lips and glanced up to meet Remy’s heavy look. Only then did Remy finally let his slacks drop to the floor. Jamie unfastened his own pants, but Remy pushed his hands aside and finished undressing him, adding his clothes to the growing pile. Then they were pressed naked together and Remy’s mouth found his once more.
“Say my name,” he demanded.
Jamie smiled. “Remy,” he mumbled against the warm lips that branded him as claimed. “Remy. Remy.”
“Fuck, Jamie. I love the way you say my name,” Remy whispered.
Jamie whimpered into the kiss, his fingers tangling into Remy’s hair as Remy stole the very breath from his lungs. The swipe of Remy’s tongue against the roof of his mouth, along his teeth, and then thrusting in short jabs against his own tongue was driving him completely mad. When Remy let him up to breathe, Jamie gasped. “Lube…shaving kit.”
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In Forbidden Love, Dani and Hawk have only just met over the murder case Dani is investigating, but their families have a long and very unhappy history with each other. With Hawk as the most obvious suspect, Dani gives a whole new meaning to undercover…
***WARNING*** ADULT EXCERPT***SEXUALLY EXPLICIT***
“Please, Hawk,” she begged.
“I want to taste you first, Danielle.” He pulled her to the edge of the bed then dropped to the floor between her knees. He pushed her thighs apart and pressed kisses up one leg, across her mound, and down the other leg. With each pass, he came closer to where he knew she wanted him. He let the soft hair at her juncture caress his cheek while he just breathed in the scent of her.
Christ, she was so beautiful. She had a perfect woman’s body, round and curved, with a layer of steel underneath. She was a siren to him, calling him, enticing him toward the danger of feelings he’d never known.
Hawk lifted her hips, and Danielle’s knees fell open, revealing the dusky rose of her pussy. Long and slow, his tongue lapped at the moisture gathered there. He thrust his tongue inside her, caught her moan, and thrust again. Over and over, he licked her, tasting the uniqueness that was Danielle. His Danielle.
She reached for him then, trying to pull him upward. “Hawk, I’m so close,” she whispered. “I want you inside me. Come with me.”
Still kneeling between her legs, he rolled on a condom, hissing at how sensitive his cock was. He rubbed the tip in her moisture. She was as ready as he could make her.
Climbing onto the bed, he pressed the fat head of his cock inside her and watched as her eyes widened and her mouth opened on a sigh. Slowly he worked his way in, slipping nearly all the way out before pressing back in. She sheathed him, tight and hot. He rocked his hips, massaging deep inside her, letting them both get used to the perfection of their joining.
Danielle began to move her hips, and he met her thrusts with his own. They pounded against each other, his powerful, long strokes punctuated by soft grunts and moans. She raked her nails up his back and wrapped her legs around his waist.
Hawk propped himself on his hands and looked at her face as he filled her. Her hair was a tangled mass of blonde waves and strands clung to her damp forehead. Black eyelashes fanned against pale skin, and he noticed smudges of tired around her eyes. Then she opened those sexy blue eyes and smiled at him, and his heart lurched.
“Hawk Charbonnet,” she whispered.
It filled him with a sense of power to hear his name on her lips, as if the two of them together were more than either alone.
“A Delacroiux and a Charbonnet,” he smiled, thrusts punctuating each name. “Come for me now, Danielle Delacroiux.”
He reached between them to touch her clit and brought her bucking and screaming against him as they came together.
When they could move, Hawk gathered her in his arms and rolled the two of them over so they ended up sprawled diagonally across her bed. He held Danielle cradled against his chest. He knew she would hear the pounding of his heart. He stroked her back, her arms, brushed the damp strands of hair from her face.
When he could speak, he said, “That was wonderful. You’re wonderful. Wait here.” He gently disentangled himself, disposed of the condom in the bathroom, and returned with a warm washcloth. When she was clean, he wrapped her in his arms once again.
He felt the restlessness, the uneasiness creep into her muscles and knew she was uncomfortable at having him stay, but he wasn’t ready to leave her yet.
“Let me hold you while you sleep, Danielle.”
“I can’t do that,” she gasped. “Mrs. Wiscowski would see you leave.”
Laughing, Hawk asked, “And who is Mrs. Wiscowski?”
“She’s my nosy neighbor. I know I’ve only got a few more weeks on my lease for this crappy apartment, but it’s not easy to find anything else this cheap. I thought I might try one more time to talk the owner into letting me stay at the same rent I’m paying now. But Mrs. Wiscowski would gladly run and tell him I’m having wild sex and keeping a man here if you stay the night.”
“Well, we did have wild sex,” Hawk pointed out reasonably.
“I know!” Danielle grinned. “That’s my point. I might still be able to come up with a cover story. Really big mice or something. Mrs. Wiscowski might not have heard the slamming of my headboard against the wall. And, um…did I scream?”
Hawk roared with laughter now, and Danielle threw a pillow over his head to muffle the sound.
“Stop it! I’m not kidding. Mrs. Wiscowski is good friends with the owner. Actually, I think she might be doing a little more than boiling his cabbage, but that’s not the point. Will you stop laughing?”
Trying to get his breath and sure he was grinning foolishly, Hawk said, “Let me get this straight. You think your apartment is less than desirable, you have a nosy neighbor who would disapprove of me staying the night, and she may be having her own relationship with your landlord. Is that about right?”
Dani giggled. “That about sums it up. So you see why you need to go.”
“Actually, I don’t. Now, you look exhausted. Shut up and go to sleep. I’ll buy you a new place in the morning,” he promised outrageously.
Dani laughed, but when he pulled her back against his chest, she went willingly. Hawk pressed his lips to her hair. “Good night, Danielle. Sweet dreams.”
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I’m going to be giving away copies of my new audiobooks, FORBIDDEN LOVE and HONEY HOUSE. Personally, I do a lot of driving, and I love audiobooks because it lets me use time when I can’t be working to catch up on stories I might otherwise miss. Right now, I’m listening to A Storm of Swords, Book Three in A Song of Fire and Ice—you might be more familiar with the title HBO is using for the series: A Game of Thrones. Book three is 37 hours!
My audiobook career is just starting, and these are my first two books to be released. My Highland Series is next and the first books will be available this fall. I’m very excited. Forbidden Love just went live at Audible.com yesterday.
Detective Danielle Delacroiux is one kick-ass detective with the Généreux PD, and she’s got a murder on her hands. By all accounts, Crease Martin was nothing but a homeless drunk and a lousy informant, but Dani counted him as one of hers. Now she’ll stop at nothing to find his murderer. With a red silk handkerchief under the body as her first clue, Dani wants a quick break. When a handsome stranger practically strolls up to the crime scene, Dani can’t help but notice his expensive Italian suit, red silk tie, and empty breast pocket. Could he be who she’s looking for?
Dani is less than impressed when Mr. Tall, Dark, and Yummy is introduced as the newest lawyer in town, and even worse, he’s another of the Charbonnet offspring. The deadly feud between the Delacroiux and Charbonnet families goes way back, and there is one thing she knows without a doubt. If Hawk Charbonnet committed this crime, she’ll be damned if his connections will do him any good. She’ll happily lock his arrogant ass in jail for the rest of his life. Which would be a shame, because she has to admit, it is a fine-looking ass.
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With all the details and excitement surrounding a new release, I can’t believe I forgot to post it here!! Finally, Jamie and Remy get their book, and I cannot thank you all enough for your patience. Or your impatience, lol. You have been wonderfully encouraging, supportive, demanding, and all the other emotions that tell me Remy, Jamie, Miggy, and Toby were important to you. Quite simply—I love them, and it truly means the world that you love them, too.
Two years ago, Jamie Mainwaring and Remy Remington had nothing in common except missing boys and a blazing hot mutual distraction. When the case was over, so were they. Although they went their separate ways, life—and death—keep the men connected.
After another deadly tragedy touches both their lives, the men say what they believe must be their final goodbyes—only to have their worlds collide once again. This time they end up in Las Vegas, one man for work, the other to try to mend a very personal pain.
Although Jamie and Remy once excelled at mixing business with pleasure—this time, the stakes are much higher—they’ve got forever on the line. When they discover Jamie’s case has an unexpected connection to Remy’s son, they must put everything aside to find Toby before the young man makes a decision that will change all of their lives. One thing is positive, time is running out.
***This is the final installment in the Separate Ways Series. The books should be enjoyed in the following order:
For the third time in his life, Jamie found himself on the wrong side of the airport security line while his cowboy stayed behind. Bloody hell. He didn’t sodding think he could do this again and survive. He needed to get out of Phoenix, but the truth was, he didn’t have the foggiest idea where he wanted to go. Glancing down at the ticket in his hand, his stomach plummeted at the thought of returning to London. There was nothing there for him. Where exactly did one go when there was nowhere else to run?
I’ve made such a goddamn mess of everything.
With his pulse thundering and his throat tight, Jamie resisted the urge to turn around, even though the weight of Remy’s gaze was a physical force pressing against his back, squeezing his heart. Resolutely looking straight ahead, Jamie passed through the scanner before retrieving his belongings from the industrial tub nearly as gray as his mood. He slipped back into his shoes and reorganized his carry-on bag.
Two years ago in New York, by the time Jamie worked up the courage to beg Remy to stay, the cowboy had been long gone. In Grenada, Jamie had said good-bye on his terms, but he’d still risked a look at Remy’s back as his ex sauntered through the crowded airport. This time, everything about his departure felt unfinished—yet as unbearably final as watching Remy and Toby toss dirt on Miggy’s casket. Swallowing back the urge to breakdown and have a good cry, Jamie steeled himself to do what needed to be done, so he could have the closure he needed. He closed his eyes briefly to gather strength, then turned to face the man who would always own his heart.
Remy stood just on the other side of the security barrier, hands tucked into the front pockets of his jeans, shoulders slumped forward, deep lines etched around his eyes and bracketing the unsmiling mouth. When their gazes locked, Remy’s chin raised and his lips parted slightly. In that moment, Jamie saw a man whose world had completely unraveled, who needed comfort, a friend, someone to help him through the loss of his one true love. God forgive me, but I can’t be that man and survive with my heart intact.
Then Remy mouthed the words guaranteed to haunt Jamie for the rest of his life.
“Please don’t go.”
With a sense of self-preservation bordering on panic, Jamie tilted his head and smiled slightly, then waved farewell before turning to walk deeper into the departure terminal of the Phoenix International Airport.
Remy pulled his truck into the drive, and after turning off the engine, he folded his arms across the steering wheel then leaned forward to rest his head. Funny how quickly life could change. Just a little over two years ago, he’d walked away from the first man who’d ever touched his heart, using his friend Miggy’s cocaine addiction as a convenient distraction. Since then, he and Miggy had covered a lot of ground…and ocean together. He never would have foreseen they’d end up partners in both work and in bed. Now Miggy was gone, and Jamie…walked away, leaving Remy just the way he’d always wanted to be. Alone. How fucking just.
With his eyes closed, Remy conjured up Jamie’s confused expression at the recklessly whispered invitation. Thank god they’d been too far apart for the words to carry clearly. There was some small comfort in knowing, even now, Jamie was jetting his way back to London, to his own people. Perhaps he’d make peace with his brother and settle at the family estate. At least there he’d be safe and could find the happiness he deserved.
The image of Jamie morphed into the recurring vision of Miggy’s death. Awake or asleep, it always started the same place. A flash frame of confusing images. Jamie impersonating Remy. Cortez’s gun rising to shoot Jamie. Miggy’s hand as his gun recoiled from the shots at Cortez. Miggy’s mouth opening in surprise as his body jerked. Miggy on the ground in a pool of blood. Maria in his gunsight, Jamie’s body her only protection against the cold-blooded murder in his heart.
The door to the truck wrenched open, startling him from the dark place in his mind.
“Remy? You okay?” Toby asked. The slight tremble to his voice showed both his age and his concern. It was enough to bring Remy back from whatever edge he’d been standing on.
Not alone. He had a son. A son who’d just lost a man he’d thought of as his other father. Remy couldn’t forget that. He would spend the next however-the-hell-long it took to make things right in Toby’s world. He couldn’t give him back Miggy, but he could—he would—be the best father any college-aged guy could ask for. There was so much he needed to make up to Toby.
“Yeah, I’m okay, Tobes. It’s just been a helluva long day.” Remy dragged himself from the cab of his truck and dropped an arm over Toby’s shoulder. “Come on, let’s go inside.”
When Toby didn’t tuck in next to him, Remy stopped and took a good look at the young man. Like Remy, he’d changed his clothes after the funeral, and now wore a pair of deep indigo jeans. Despite the warm early evening temperature, Toby’s long-sleeved T-shirt and hiking boots looked like a layer of protection against the eventual temperature drop of a desert night. Although he didn’t exactly shrug away, the strap of a duffle bag hung from one shoulder and he didn’t meet Remy’s gaze.
“Toby? Let’s go inside,” Remy repeated. The cup of airport coffee coiled in his stomach, ready to strike back.
“I have to go,” Toby said, stepping out from under Remy’s arm.
“Go? Where would you go? Why would you go?”
“It’s nothing. I might be back in a couple of weeks. We’ll see. Just something I—”
All thoughts of being a reasonable parent seemed to fly away on the desert breeze. Neither of them should be alone right now. They had grieving and healing to do. Together. As a family. How the fuck did he find the words to say that?
“For fuck’s sake, Toby. We just buried Migs a few hours ago, now you hit me with this?”
“True to form, always about you, right, Remy? You laughed…”
“About me? I laughed at what? Make sense, Toby. Please. Can’t you come inside so we can talk about this?”
“You laughed today at his wake or whatever this was we had here. You already had your arm around Jamie and you were laughing with those cops.”
“Oh, Toby…that’s just…just what people do at funerals. It doesn’t mean what you think. It’s just a part of…affirming life.”
“Affirming life. Nice. Is that what you call fucking Jamie in Miggy’s bed last night, too? You couldn’t even wait until he was in the ground. You know what? I’m not going to do this. Not now. I’ve gotta go, someone’s—” Abruptly, Toby broke off and stomped toward the garage. He punched in the code and the door rose, then he threw his bag into the back of his new Jeep Wrangler.
“Slow the fuck down, Toby. Goddammit. Talk to me. Where are you going? Who are you seeing?”
Toby climbed into the driver’s seat, and with jerky movements, he put the key in the ignition, then fumbled through buckling his seatbelt. He put the Jeep in gear before he finally looked over at Remy. An angry red flush spread from his collar up his cheeks, and although his eyes held a bright sheen, there were no tears spilling from his light blue eyes. “Thanks for everything, Remy. Maybe I’ll see you around sometime.”
Then he backed out of the driveway and out of Remy’s life.
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Here I am at the Romance Novel Convention 2014 with two absolutely amazing authors. Anne Perry, on the left has over twenty-five million books in print and Angela Knight on my right, has 16 novels with wonderful naughty, smutty goodness. I was privileged to attend sessions on writing from both of these fantastic authors. I am worn out from the week, but feeling marvelously inspired.