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Pulse Orlando: A Reaction

I’ve had three days to mourn and to search my soul as to why this attack on people I don’t know in a place I’ve never been has felt so incredibly personal. I’ve come to the conclusion that there are several factors involved. One: That Pulse was supposed to be a safe place in a world where not many exist for my people. Two: That my brothers and sisters were hunted like animals in that safe place. Three: That people are trying to straight-wash this until it isn’t what it is: a horrific attack against the LGBTQIA tribe. Four: That none of you who aren’t one of the letters knows or understands or cares. Five: That you can take your concealed carry “I’ll protect you from dying like a sniveling coward” bullshit and shove it up your ass. Then pull the fucking trigger. No, seriously. Delete your account.
So let’s explore these in depth, shall we? Because you don’t know 
You can’t understand. Unless you are LGBTQIA, you will never understand what it’s like to always look over your shoulder, waiting for Bobby Bigot (and there’s always a Bobby Bigot or two) to start something. You cannot understand what it’s like to constantly be hyperaware of your surroundings, to never be seated with your back to the door. You don’t know what it is to surreptitiously listen for that angry voice in every environment. You can’t know what it feels like to go grocery shopping with your boyfriend or girlfriend and consciously keep a “respectable” (read: straight) amount of space between you, even when all you’re doing is checking for an ingredient one of you is allergic to, or snickering over the ridiculous tabloid headlines. You’ll never understand what it’s like to be surrounded by people like you, with the same enemies, and to shed those hundreds of pounds of fear and stress because you’re—finally, finally—safe in a crowd that would never hurt you.
You can’t know.  Because you never once leave the house thinking you might be in danger. It never occurs to you that if Bobby Bigot spots you, chances are high he’ll try to kill you. First he’ll drop one of the many hate-filled words that will tell you a beatdown is coming your way. Then you better hope to hell he’s only armed with fists. Once, at work, I faced down a knife wielded by a very pissed off, very large man yelling anti-fag obscenities at me. It scared me but it pissed me off, too. Who was he to judge my worth as a human being simply for doing my job? I’ll be forever grateful that the other time I didn’t know about the gun until afterwards. 

The troubled soul who committed this atrocity in Orlando intentionally, and with malice aforethought, stalked LGBT brothers, sisters, mothers, daughters, fathers, sons, cousins, lovers, best friends, human beings, to murder them with sadistic glee for no other reasons than who they were, and who they loved. There is some (as yet anecdotal) evidence that he’d patronized the place on many previous occasions. He did not unleash his fury at Hooters or Joe’s Crab Shack or Twin Peaks. No. With great deliberation, he targeted my tribe. And that is why it feels so personal to me. There are so very few places in the world where LGBT people can forget all their cares and revel in likeness and safety. And right now there is one less.
But you can’t know.
And more to the point, you don’t want to know. You wear your straight, WASP privilege like it’s a badge of courage—or worse, something you’ve earned, going about your business because you’re at the top of the food chain. You vacillate between your socially superior Liberal smugness and your Second Amendment blindness. (All people are created equal—except the brown people who possess or might possess or might have once looked upon a weapon. Then they’re The Different—the target. Good guys with guns are the only way to stop bad guys with guns, no matter how many sane, experienced voices tell you that is complete and utter bullshit.) And you’re shocked—shocked!—when a tragedy like the Pulse massacre occurs. But secretly, you take your cues from the mainstream media and think to yourself, “At least it’s just the fags and not some innocent person,” and then, eventually, the media stops mentioning the LGBT community and you conveniently forget how savagely my people were targeted. Because it’s inherently our fault, isn’t it? Because for all your bullshit public espousal of words like equality and freedom—or worst, tolerance—, there’s something in the back of your mind that reminds you there’s something wrong with The Gays. We brought it on ourselves. It’s divine retribution, or at least a good start. So it’s a good thing that demented fuck with the gun didn’t go to, say a grade school, right? Sure. Whatever helps you sleep.
You don't know.
Congress and local leaders always offer a moment of silence after a tragedy like this. But you and I both know their silence is empty. We cannot afford to remain silent and silenced. We cannot afford to allow the weapons manufacturers to make enormous profits from the blood of our friends, neighbors, and family. 
If only more good guys had guns, the world would be safer, that's what the NRA teaches. Except we know this to be EMPIRICALLY untrue! Ask an Australian. Ask a Canadian. So take your shares of the weapons manufacturers and wipe the blood off your hands the next time this happens. You do know their share prices rise with each new mass shooting, don't you? Here's something to think about. Of the $3,782,803 the NRA has contributed to buying Congress since 1998, only $160,196 of that was spent buying Democrats. Now is the time to call and write your NRA whores in Washington and tell them to ban weapons designed to do nothing other than kill human beings.
You can’t know.

And I don’t want you to know. With not one ounce of my body would I wish this unsettled feeling on another person. I hope you never experience it. Chances are, though, unless we get the guns, unless we stop seeing people as “Others” and treating them as “Less Than,” you will.
This shooter didn't know the strength of our tribe, but we do. We will survive. We will rebuild and return--bigger, better, and more fabulous than ever. That you do know!

The Five Senses Blog Tour

Hello, everyone. Welcome to Carter Quinn Books. I'm delighted to be able to participate in RJ Scott's annual blog tour highlighting World Autism Awareness Day (April 2).

One autistic person described hearing noise in his head: ‘It pounds and screeches. Like a train rumbling through your ears.’ Powell, J. (in Gillingham, G. 1995 (from NAS website)In light of the events of the last 24 hours, I've completely scrapped what I had originally written about physical pain to focus instead on memory and music. 

I can be sensitive to noise on random days. The television can be too loud. A guitar on the radio can cut right to my nerves. Nails on a chalkboard can bring me to my knees. Thankfully my relation to sound is generally positive. So positive, in fact, that I fear the possibility of slowly losing my hearing. Because on a good day, music can transcend all that troubles me. In the right moment, a song can take me from whatever moment I'm at to the one it wants me to remember. They say the song remembers when and I know it's true.
This year has been a terribly tough one for fans. Incredibly talented artists have been leaving our world in what seems like an unprecedented pace. Patty Duke, George Kennedy, Doris Roberts, Harper Lee, Alan Rickman, Merle Haggard, Glenn Frey, David Bowie, and now, Prince.

"Mama Tried," "Lyin' Eyes," and "Raspberry Beret" all bring with them general feelings of simpler times in my youth, mostly my teenage years. They make me smile and remember the freedom of long summer days in the harvest field. I remember making mix tapes, recording them onto cassettes from the radio, all sorts of impatient when the DJ didn't shut up when I thought he should.

There is one specific Prince song, however, that still yanks me to a precise moment and scares the unholy hell out of me. I'm sure it's a lovely song. For someone. But not for me. Not on volume 36 and not on infinite repeat for an hour. And yes that is exactly what I was subjected to that night, oh so long ago. You see, my friend and her girlfriend (oddly, I can't remember if it was GI Jane or Fluffy Tits at the time) decided I needed to accompany them and their three girl friends to a queer bar in Topeka.

About an hour into the drive, the girls were starting to feel their oats, getting hyped up about the idea of being able to let loose and be themselves. Remember, this was 1997ish--a century ago as far as LGBT rights and awareness go--and we all had some reason or area where we had to hide our sexuality. So the girls in the front of the Toyota or Nissan SUV popped in a Prince CD and selected the song "P Control." I'd never heard it before (why would I?) but I've never been the same since.

It turned out to be a hilarious night. We all had fun at the bar. One of the girls had so much fun that we left her to sleep it off in the vehicle while we all piled into Denny's for drunk-breakfast. We freaked out when we returned to the SUV to find it empty. Turns out she had woken up and flipped out. She wandered over to the hotel next door to try to use the phone to call one of the girls. (None of us had cell phones yet so how she thought she was going to get in touch with any of us is a mystery best left to her drunken mind.) She was about as freaked out as we were when we finally found her after about 10 minutes of searching. She kept screaming, "You left me!" and the driver, whose name I can't remember, screamed back at her. "We left you in the damn car, bitch! How did you think we were leaving you somewhere?"

Almost twenty years later, any time I see a Denny's, I think of that night. I hear that song and that argument and I smile, even though I will claim even unto my death bed to be permanently traumatized by the repetition of that song. P Control indeed.

If you haven't heard the song, here's a link. You're forewarned it's what one would call "explicit lyrics" and pretty poor quality video. I'm pretty sure it still gives Tipper Gore nightmares! But maybe you'll listen to it and smile. And maybe if you hear it again or see a Denny's restaurant later, you'll think of this story and laugh.

Leave a comment below, telling me about a song that transports you to a fun place. I'll award a Vanished: The Complete Trilogy paperback or ebook to a random entrant. We haven't finished formatting the ebook yet, so please be patient if you choose that option. Also, be sure to check out RJ’s blog to see the entire Five Senses Blog Tour schedule. Also, stop by the TTC Books & More Autism Auction.

Thanks to RJ for allowing me to participate in this great cause.

Hey, while you're here, take a moment and sign up for our forthcoming bi-monthly newsletter, launching in June. It's guaranteed to be fun! 

Vanished: The Complete Trilogy

Ladies and Gentlemen, may I present the supremely awesome cover for the Vanished Trilogy paperback omnibus. It may be my favorite cover so far.



The paperback is currently on sale at CreateSpace and will be available from the Amazons in Amazon's own time (you know how they are). It's a gorgeous volume. I hope you enjoy having these three stories together in one print collection. An ebook omnibus will follow soon.

It's An Honor: Nominated!

Hey, y'all! Vanished has been nominated for Book of the Year (not published in 2015) at Sinfully Gay Romance Book Reviews! I am beyond thrilled and extremely honored. Thank you for the nomination!


This is the graphic Mark used with his review of Vanished. It feels appropriate to post it here too.



To vote for Vanished (and in all the other categories), follow this link!

Also,  Vanished 2 & Vanished 3 were named to Prism Book Alliance's Recommended Reads for December 2015!



I am humbled and delighted by these acknowledgments for the Vanished series. Thank you to everyone involved! Now go vote (please)!

2015 Year End Post

It's difficult to believe the year is at an end again.


Twenty-fifteen was a busy year personally and professionally. On a personal level, I battled a few illnesses, which is unusual for me. I've always been pretty lucky with my health, aside from the occasional sinus infection and the twice-yearly cold from hell. I also moved from Denver back to Western Kansas. I miss the convenience of the city, but let me tell you, I do not miss the traffic! A few weeks before GRL, my sister tricked me into getting another dog. My baby girl, Yashe, passed away October 12, 2014. On September 6, 2015, I picked up Dutchess, an almost-two year old Belgian Malinois for an "emergency foster." Now mind you, my sister knows me sometimes better than I know myself, so she knew how this would turn out. It's a good thing, though. Dutchess makes me smile and laugh every day. Who could argue with that?



Professionally, I released more books this year than since I started. Fire & Rain, Into the Light, The Bridge, Vanished 2 & 3. Five titles in twelve months is pretty good for me, even if one is a short story and two are novellas. Oh! And Vanished 1 became my first audio book! I'm proud of every one of those titles. If you haven't read them, please do. :) If you have read them, please consider leaving a review on Goodreads and/or your e-retailer of choice.







I hesitate to give a detailed account of what I have coming in 2016. Mostly because I've been known to change my mind about what projects I want to tackle next.

I will commit to having a paperback version of Vanished: The Complete Trilogy available at the end of January.

After that? Well, I have 3 novels and 2 novellas scheduled, but that could change.

Without giving anything away or making any promises, you may see some old friends get the story they've been demanding for years. You will definitely meet some new guys, who I hope you'll come to love.

As the year closes, I can only say thank you to the readers, reviewers, and old and new friends who contributed to making 2015 a great year. I couldn't do any of this without all of you. So for 2016, I wish you lots of laughs, loves, successes, and pages to read!

Vanished 3: The Cover Reveal

Finally, it's almost here! The conclusion you've been waiting for! Or is it? To be honest, I don't know how you want this trilogy to end. Do you want Henry reunited with Tom? Do you want Henry with Shaun? And what about that Shaun fella anyway? Is he bad guy or misunderstood?

Click past the jump to read the blurb and see the cover of Vanished 3. Official release date is December 19. Stay tuned for information about pre-ordering.




It’s been five months since Henry Cooley woke up to find that his husband, Tom MacKinnon, had vanished. Henry has gone through hell and back since then trying to uncover what really happened. But nothing could prepare him for the truth.

  What do you think? Are you intrigued?

Dirty Dozen Blog Hop: My Turn

Hey, everybody! Today it's my turn to answer all those fun questions. I'm over at Nicole Dennis' blog. Check it out. Remember to leave a comment there to be entered to win 12 books at the end of the tour.


(I cannot believe GRL is only one week away!)

Coming Soon!

A few months ago, the Out in Colorado writers group I'm a part of put out a second anthology, inventively called Out in Colorado II. I had a short story in there called "The Bridge." I've decided to release it as a stand alone on October 12, the one-year anniversary of Yashe's death.


Massive thanks to the incredibly talented JK Hogan for creating the cover for me. She was able to use a photo I'd taken of my baby girl to represent Fumble. That alone makes it my favorite cover ever. Baby girl is a star!



Without further ado, here is the blurb:

Gabriel Landers thinks his life is perfect until his pushy brother, Ryan, makes good on his threat to get him a dog. Gabe falls in love with the puppy he didn’t want and he realizes how much better life with man’s best friend can be. When he falls for Jordan, Fumble’s veterinarian, Gabe gets the complete package. He will discover that, while pain and life are fleeting, love is eternal.

*This short story may not contain the traditional Happily Ever After ending. It’s something better.*

And here's Yashe. Wasn't she the most adorable little thing? I still miss her so much it hurts.

Call Me What You Want...

...but don't call me a money-grubber. Got it?



Listen, I never talk about sales numbers or earnings, because, frankly, it's no one's business. But lately I've been accused of all sorts of heinous crimes--namely, of splitting Vanished into three parts to make THE BIG BUCKS.

Not to put too fine a point on it, but if you're under the impression that every m/m book out there makes a ton of money, you're delusional. Some do very well, especially if the author is one of the popular kids. Some do very well despite the author not being one of the popular kids (Out of the Blackness is one example). Some can be a huge success with reviewers and gain the love of a few readers but never make a ripple in the pond. That's Vanished.

So, in the interest of full disclosure, let me share sales and revenue figures for Vanished. As of the last payments on September 29 (reflecting September 2014 - July 2015), Vanished had sold 390 copies and grossed $825.85. In 9 months. I'm not exactly ready to order that new Lear Jet, ya know? Now let's break that down a bit, shall we?

Consider taxes. Take away 27%. That leaves me with $602.87.
Consider cover art. That was $125. That puts me at $477.87.
Consider ISBNs I was required to purchased. That's $275 (one was $125 or 10 for $275, what would you have done?). So, we're down to $202.87.
Consider the audio version I've just paid for. That was $300. Now I'm down to $-97.13. Yes, that's right. NEGATIVE $97.13

Don't get me wrong. I'm not complaining about sales or revenue. I knew Vanished wasn't going to be a huge financial win. That wasn't the point. Vanished came from a very personal, very different place than Out of the Blackness. I wrote it for my dying dad, in case you missed that. How much more personal can it get? So, yes, attacks on that book hit me in a much softer place than the other books.

Now that we're all grounded in reality again, shall we move on? Like the series, hate the series, have no feelings about the series. Fine. I appreciate it. But watch who you're calling a money-grubber because, to be quite honest, you don't know a damn thing.

Dirty Dozen Blog Hop: Nicole Dennis

"Dirty Dozen"  blog hop
12 GRL Authors | 12 Question Q&A | 12 book Giveaway
 Gearing up for GRL in San Diego so its time for another 'Dirty Dozen' blog hop and giveaway event. Same as last year, I've collected twelve different Featured and Supporting Authors and we will all be answering the same twelve questions for the hop. Each Author is donating an e-book to the giveaway, so one lucky person will walk away with a dozen books for their enjoyment! 
Here's who is hosting whom and when... 
September 24th | AE Via is hosting Wade KellySeptember 25th | Aisling Mancy is hosting Tempeste O'RileySeptember 28th | Alexa Land is hosting TM SmithSeptember 29th | Carter Quinn is hosting Nicole DennisSeptember 30th | Jeff Adams is hosting Nic StarrOctober 1st | LE Franks is hosting Morticia KnightOctober 2nd | Morticia Knight is hosting LE FranksOctober 5th | Nic Starr is hosting Jeff AdamsOctober 6th | Nicole Dennis is hosting Carter QuinnOctober 7th | TM Smith is hosting Alexa LandOctober 8th | Tempeste O'Riley is hosting Aisling MancyOctober 9th | Wade Kelly is hosting AE Via
Today we have Nicole Dennis with us. Let's just jump right in, shall we?

AE Via: Do you fully outline a book? Or do you sit and let the thoughts flow as you type?ND: Since I started using Scrivener, I've been able to create basic outlines to see where I'm going in a story, especially if I get stuck. I first start a story with letting thoughts flow. Once it gets to a certain point, I fill in the outline or just keep going.

Aisling Mancy: Describe your writing style in five words and what about that style sets you apart from other authors in your genre(s)?ND: Writing style... hmmm. Don't know if I have an actual style or if I'm still finding it.

Alexa Land: What are you currently working on, and what can we expect from you in 2016?ND: I'm working on the next Southern Charm book. After a talk with my editor, I ended up adding another novel to bring the series to 8 books. Thanks to the Supreme Court decision, I couldn't give up the opportunity to write a wedding novel. I have other series in the works -- most of them are paranormal in nature.Carter Quinn: What's the answer to the one question no interviewer has ever asked? (You don't have to supply the question.)ND: Yes, I write sex between two men.

Jeff Adams: When you're stuck on a story, what do you do to get the words flowing again?ND: I have to get away from all writing. Either I pick up my current cross-stitch project, read a book or two, and watch movies. Even if it takes a couple of days, I don't mind because when the words flow, they flow strong.

LE Frank: What's your favorite scene from your own work, and the one that's lingered longest from someone else's? (Not genre specific.)ND: My favorite scene has to be from Southern Charm 4 - When in Bloom. It was the most difficult and tender scene to write. It was the hospital scene where Doc Elliott meets a patient dying of AIDS, Patrick, and what he goes through.

Morticia Knight: What is your favorite genre to read? Least favorite?ND: I'll read anything from contemporary, to fantasy,  and to paranormal. I'm not a huge fan of horror.

Nic Starr: Tell us about your writing environment and where your writing time fits into your daily or weekly schedule?ND: I write in two places - one is bringing my netbook and working at the office when there's downtime and the other is at home. I have a laptop desk set up in the living room and sofa so I can listen to movies while writing. I write off and on throughout the day without a set schedule.

Nicole Dennis: How do you manage all of your new plot bunnies and what is your process to work on one?ND: Depending on the bunny idea, I either jot it down in an old-fashioned notebook or if it's bigger, I"ll create a new Scrivener project and word document.

TM Smith: What keeps you focused when writing?ND: background noise like music or a TV show helps keep me focused, plus the idea of finishing the next scene, chapter or book.

Tempeste O'Riley: In a perfect world, would you write full time? If so, would it ll be mm/LGBT or would there be some mf in there too? (I love a mix for reading, personally.)ND: God, I would love to not have to work out of my home and have my writing cover everything. Since I read both hetero/gay books, I happily write everything. I already have an MF dragon series, a MMF jaguar series, and contemporary/paranormal gay single books or series.

Wade Kelly: What influenced your decision to write in this genre?ND: It all started with a whim to answer a publisher's call that got me going. I picked up a couple of books and fell in love with the genre and the other writers/readers.
"Dirty Dozen" e-book extravaganza giveaway... 
ONE lucky winner will receive an e-book from each Author on the hop. Most Author's have submitted winner's choice from their backlist, but a few have listed a specific title.
AE Via:Winner’s choice, one book from the Nothing Special series
Aisling Mancy: Joyeaux Noel by Aisling Mancy (adult) or Safe by C. Kennedy (young adult)
Alexa Land:One ebook copy from the  'Coming Home' series, or Winner's choice from my backlist.
Carter Quinn: Winner’s choice, one book from Carter's backlist
Jeff Adams: Winner’s choice, one book from Jeff's backlist
LE Frank:Winner's choice, copy of 6 Days to Valentine or Can This be Real
Morticia Knight: Winner’s choice, one book from Morticia's backlist
Nic Starr:Winner's choice, copy of Andrew's Promise or More Than a Friend
Nicole Dennis: Winner’s choice, one book from Nicole's backlist
TM Smith: Winner’s choice, one book from TM's backlist
Tempeste O'Riley: Winner’s choice, one book from Tempeste's backlist
Wade Kelly: Winner’s choice, one book from Wade's backlist

Just think, you could have every book you see pictured above on your e-reader. That should keep you busy for a while! 
Be sure to follow the hop and see how all 12 questions might be the same, but the answers will be wildly different. And show your support by sharing each days post on your social media accounts!
Good luck everyone, see you in San Diego!!
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Southern Charm 5Following the Law Purchase Link
Blurb:
Sheriff Robin Burke is upset and pissed-off. His quiet seaside town is troubled with all kinds of problems. Looking for the man who tried to poison Samuel Ashford is high on his priority list, but there is more in store. When someone he crushes on returns, he hopes to work out his non-existent love life.
Returning from London, Beau Courtenay discovers an invader of his home, his troubled half-brother. Dealing with the chaos, he is busy with a massive backlog of work, renovating the entire Southern Charm system, and others. He finds another troubling detail in the form of tiny interfaces. There's also the allure of the sheriff distracting him and threatening to reveal his darkest secret. 
What happens when Robin connects his suspect to the handsome IT geek with the delicious British accent and tight ass? Can Beau help the sheriff follow the law to prosecute everyone who dares to attack their beloved town? 
Excerpt:
Beau wandered away while Candice worked with the elaborate hissing, steaming andbrewing machines. He moved through some of the stacks, checking out the various itemsoffered for sale and how they’d changed from the last time. Seeing a few of his favorite chipsand treats, he snagged some off the shelf to add to his purchases.
The bell dinged with another entrance.
“Hello, Sheriff, right on time. Want your usual?” Candice asked.
Sheriff? Here? Now? Oh, bollocks.
Lifting his head, Beau looked over the stacks toward the door and saw the tall, handsomesheriff stepping out of the bright morning light and into the store. The man removed hisStetson, shoving fingers through his ebony hair cut in a military pattern. Beau felt his kneesweaken.
“Hey, Candice, make it a double on the espresso. I’m running on empty and stressed,”the sheriff said.
“Oh dear. Are you still looking for the one who poisoned the new co-owner?”
“Yes. The search is ongoing.” The sheriff stopped and turned his head. “Hello there, Beau,it’s good to see you again.”
Beau stopped and gave an idiotic wave. “Hello, Sheriff.”
“When did you get back from London?”
“The other night,” Beau said.
Bollocks and fuck a duck, the man’s talking to me! Me!
“I hope your trip went well. I heard from Maggie about your father. I’m sorry to hear hewas so ill.”
“He suffered from a series of heart attacks, but is recovering. My stepmother requested Ifly over to assist with the company. Thankfully, my dad is getting stronger and I left thecompany in my uncle’s care.”
“Good to hear. I’m sure you’re happy to be home.”
“I am.”
“By the way, Maggie mentioned something to one of the deputies about some unknownalarm notices. Would you like me to send someone to your home and check out the system?”Ready to strangle Maggie for her ‘helpfulness’, Beau cleared his throat and movedaround the shelves to stand in the same aisle as the sheriff. “The code used was one for family.It’s not a well-known code.”
“Did someone use this old code while you were gone?”
“My half-brother. I’m dealing with him.”
“Sounds like you don’t connect with your brother.”
“I deal with him when he comes around and forget about him when he’s not,” Beau said.
The sheriff sneezed and sniffed at something. He raised an eyebrow and looked at Beauin a strange fashion. “Is there something you’re not telling me?”
“Pardon?”
“When did you start smoking?”
Beau blinked at the odd question. He remembered what had happened and cursed underhis breath. “My half-brother. He blew a nasty puff of smoke at me.”
“Weed?”
Beau nodded.
“Hmm. Not you?”
“Shite, no!
“Beau, your order is ready,” Candice said.
Swallowing at the slight awkwardness, Beau glanced back at the sheriff. “Excuse me,please.”
The sheriff stepped back and waved the path with a hand. “It’s good to have you home.I’m sure either one of the laptops or a server at the station will throw a kink in the works to getsome of your personal attention.”
“They usually do like to throw their little tantrums.”
“Perhaps you’ll give someone else some personal attention, too, if needed.”
Raising an eyebrow in silent question, Beau wondered if the law officer was attemptingto flirt with him. “Perhaps. If it’s needed,” he said and walked away from the gorgeous man.He swore he felt a pair of eyes watching his ass.

What the hell is my attraction to foreign accents?
Robin cursed under his breath as his cock continued to throb and press against his zipper.If it didn’t let up, there would be zipper marks against his shaft. He shifted and lowered a handto rearrange himself. Ever since his first lover had whispered sweet nothings in a gorgeousItalian lilt while fucking him, Robin had been lost when he heard an accent.
Walking into the Shoppe needing an extra kick of caffeine to get his mind moving to dealwith another day of catching an elusive attacker, he hadn’t expected to hear the rich caress ofa British accent. It curled and lifted around the tones, changing them to something more thanmere English.
When he’d recognized that the accented voice belonged to Beau Courtenay, he hadn’tbeen able to help but move closer to him. At the same time, he’d lowered his Stetson to hidehis growing erection. It wouldn’t be proper for a law officer to pop wood in the middle of astore. He’d turned to meet the man’s dark blue gaze when Beau had appeared around the endof an aisle.
There was something about the slender well-dressed Brit with the bright-colored canvassneakers. Beau hid his quirky nature behind a shy smile. Then there was his competence andbelief in his ability to understand and manipulate electronics. Altogether, Beau was anintriguing and mysterious package.
Why the hell would his half-brother blow weed smoke in his face?
Damn, I want to know more.
After a far too quick conversation, Beau picked up his order and chatted with Candice.Robin stared at Beau’s bubble-butt covered in dark chocolate slacks as he walked out ofthe door.
“One sweet ass,” he muttered.
“Sheriff is hooked, line and sinker,” Candice teased. “By our lovely Brit too. Ratherintriguing.”
“Oh, shush,” Robin said.
Laughing, Candice held out the large cup. “I’ll add it to your tab.”
“Thanks, Candice.” He headed toward the door.
“For what it’s worth, I think you should go for it. He’s single. You’re single. Ask him. Allhe can say is no,” Candice called out.
“Don’t need dating advice, nor do I have time to give him the proper attention hedeserves,” Robin said.
“There is more to life than a job. Even for an exceptionally dutiful sheriff of a smallcounty.”
Robin waved and walked out of the door. He headed to the closest parking lot andwatched a shiny, curvy Audi drive away with Beau at the wheel. He whistled low inappreciation of the beautiful piece of machinery. He wondered what it would be like to drive,to get it in the open and feel the horsepower.
Instead, all he could do was get in his SUV and drive to the station. After checking in andhandling the morning conferences and updates, Robin went to his office and studied theinformation board, which held everything about the investigation regarding the possibleattempted murder of Samuel Ashford.

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AUTHOR BIO:A quiet one, Nicole Dennis curled up with the latest book of a favorite author. Since the beginning, there were these characters in her head, worlds wanting to be built on paper, and stories wanting to be told. She began writing during class and continues to this day. Now she can let others into her imagination and worlds that always celebrate the love between two or more people within LGBT, paranormal, and fantasy. 
During the day, she works in a quiet office in Central Florida, where she also makes her home, and enjoys the down time to slip into her imagination. She is owned by a semi-demonic tortie calico, affectionately known as Fat Cat.

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