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240 pages, Kindle Edition
First published August 14, 2017
Sometimes Javi was such a prick it was hard to share his head with himself.
It was exactly the sort of emotional engagement Javi wanted. None.
He knew what Javi was like. It worked for him now. Hell, when it went down in flames, maybe it wouldn't even be Cloister's fault for once.
Apparently you could look at some bad ideas and just know they would be worth it.
“I don’t even know why I want to fuck you,” he said as he worked the tight rubber of the condom down over his cock. The sheath was a slippery, wet look against the darker skin of his cock and snug around the base. “You aren’t my type.”We get tantalizing bits and pieces of Cloister's childhood but very little about Javi other than he prefers to keep his sex life and his life separate - no emotional involvement. Yet, there is something between the two that begs further exploration:
Cloister was thickly erect. Reflected in the window, his cock jutted at a proud, untouched angle between his spread thighs. “Yeah, well, I wouldn’t ask you to prom either,” he said. “But you’re here, so….”
Laughter wasn’t a usual element of Javi’s sex life. He liked his encounters to be planned, intense, and mutually satiating—not funny. So he was surprised at how hard the rough growl of Cloister’s easy humor left him.I loved how the mystery unfolded, and while the crime is solved by the end of the book, I hope there are more books from T.A. Moore about these two because it seems like we've barely scratched the surface of their fledging relationship or their pasts.
Sometimes Javi was such a prick it was hard to share his head with himself.When I read this quote early in the book, I laughed.
“We’ve got a request from the Feds for a K-9,”
“Is there no one else available? Last time I was seconded to them, I ended up on a disciplinary after I nearly decked the Special Agent in Charge.”
Javi wasn’t a profiler, but he wasn’t blind either, and he’d been watching Cloister. If you wanted to have dark, detailed fantasies about someone, you needed to pay attention.
I want to say so much but I don’t want to spoil the mystery.
No falling in love, Cloister reminded himself as they walked up the drive to the shiny blue front door. No getting overattached like a stray dog shown some affection. Javi Merlo was just a hot asshole who got under Cloister’s skin, not the next ex-boyfriend he was going to disappoint. He fell easily. It didn’t mean he was any good at it.
He grabbed the collar of Cloister’s jacket—the leather butter soft under his fingers—and pulled him in for a kiss. The dog came in too, but Javi supposed he had to get used to that.