Push out!

There won't be any Wayback Wednesday this week because I have a new book out today!

Push is my latest Hammer Club novel. This one features Frank, the private eye first introduced in Montana and Billy's story. I do love it when a bit character in one novel pokes and says, hey, I'm next. In fact, I have a short story coming out in March featuring a character who appears very briefly in Push.

So Push takes place immediately following Owned, some years before Bent.



Gordon's a retired Drill Sergeant who's enjoying his life. He has his garden, his friends and access to the subs at the Hammer Club whenever he wants to indulge his Toppy side. When Billy and Marcus insist on introducing him to Frank, he has to admit, he's intrigued.

Frank is a cop turned private investigator who often helps out the men of the Hammer Club. He thinks they're all just a little bit off, but they're good guys for the most part, and he's happy to take their business. When he's introduced to Gordon at a party at the Hammer to welcome Oliver home after the events in Owned, his world is turned on its head.

Very much a loner, and self-contained, Frank must deal with having a partner who cares about him as more than just a good fuck. Frank also doesn't believe he's like all those little subs at the club, so he's not sure that a man like Gordon, a 'Top', is going to want him for more than the occasional make-out session. Can Gordon convince him he's wrong?

Push is the latest in the popular Hammer Club series that includes Found, Snared, Owned, Baked, and Bent.

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"Nice place, man."

"Thanks. It's not fancy, but then I'm not a fancy kind of guy."

"I can appreciate that." Frank leaned against the doorframe, watching him.

He put the brandy back behind the bar and went over to Frank, handing one of the glasses to the man. "Come sit." He nodded toward the sofa and comfortably filled one side of it.

Frank sat on the far side, one leg crossed over the other.

"You could sit a little closer, I won't bite. Not on the first date, anyway." He winked.

"Ha ha." Frank chuckled, relaxed. "I tell you what, I laughed so much at the movie that I got a stitch in my side."

"It was a good one, wasn't it? You've got a great laugh, by the way. Robust."

"Thanks." The compliment made Frank blush.

Just look at that. Gordon thought he might have a new hobby.

He'd learned a few things about this fascinating man. Frank had a family he was close to even though they lived in Las Vegas, an ageing mother, two sisters, nieces and nephews. He'd learned that Frank was incredibly tech-savvy, was a huge fan of mint, and wore contacts. The man fascinated him.

He took a sip of his brandy, enjoying the way it warmed his throat on the way down. Frank was kind of like that brandy -- the way being with the man warmed him.

"You like fishing?" he asked suddenly. He'd done some deep-sea fishing last year and it had been a blast. It would have been better with someone he knew to go out with. They had a love of the ocean in common, maybe they had this as well.

Frank nodded. "I used to go out with a bunch of guys a few times a year. It was fucking fun."

"Excellent." He nodded happily. "We'll have to go. I've only been with those tours, and while everyone was friendly enough, it's not the same as having your buddies with you, you know?"

"Yeah. I haven't been since I retired. I can make a few phone calls, though."

"Sounds good." Plans for later. Frank wasn't letting the fact he'd made his physical interest known deter him. Good.

Frank sipped the brandy, nodded. "What all do you do with your spare time?"

"I actually garden a fair bit. I have a large yard out back. And I play baseball with a neighborhood team."

Frank nodded, eyes taking everything in. "You're a reader, too, and you like cars."

"Not much gets past you, does it?" While he figured some of it was occupational hazard, he liked the idea of Frank checking him out.

"No. Very little."

"It's intense, being the subject of that scrutiny."

"I can apologize, if you'd like, but it won't change anything."

"Please don't -- it wasn't a complaint." He met Frank's gaze head on. "I like being in your sights."

There was that blush again. "Most people don't."

"Like you, I'm not most people."

"I can believe that."

The air seemed to get thick between them, heavy.

"The usual rules don't necessarily apply to me." God, he was going to lean in and take a kiss in a second.

"You don't think so?"

"I don't." He put his glass down, and then reached over and took Frank's out of his hand, put it down as well.

"I don't know if this is a wise idea."

"It's a fine idea." He sat next to Frank and leaned in slowly.

"You're very sure of yourself. What if I don't kiss?" Frank smelled good -- masculine, powerful. Sexual.

"Then you'd have to arrest yourself, because that would be a crime."

Frank laughed. "That was awful."

He grinned and nodded. "Yeah, not my best line. Let me make it up to you." He leaned forward and pressed his lips to Frank's.

There was a jolt of pure electricity between them, the sensation unlike any he'd had before. His mouth opened automatically, his tongue pressing against Frank's lips. He wanted to feel that again. One of Frank's hands landed on his waist, solid and sure, even as Frank's lips opened.