Don't Judge (Nothing Special, #4)

by A.E. Via

Food wasn’t the quickest way to his heart, although it helped, but Bookem was. Most men feared him and didn’t want him anywhere around. Judge would simply fuck them quickly and send them on their way. Michaels was not the norm. He was partner material.

Michaels and Judge… hmmmm… Austin and Judge… Judge and Austin. Well damn. Next thing Michaels knew he’d be doodling on the jacket of his romance novel, “Austin loves Judge” inside a heart with an arrow drawn through it.