Monday, July 4, 2016

FINISHED & SUBMITTED: Race Against Time (Cade Creek 11)


Cade Creek 11
coming July 28th
All Racine Tuff wanted was to get back to Cade Creek. It represented safety. With a date gone wrong and a psycho hunting him, being safe seemed like a dream too far out of his reach. When he's met at the airport by two sexy firemen, trusting them is easier than he thought it would be, but is his trust misplaced?
Vincent Rizzo has been in love with Ari since the moment they met. Wanting the man in his life, he readily agrees to Ari's stipulations, even if they are a little weird. As time passes, he finds himself looking for that third man to be with them as well. When he arrives in the form of a battered and abused man who jumps at his own shadow, can Vinnie set aside his longing for a threesome long enough to insure Race's safety?
Ari Kadin has always known he was different. His desires were odd even for a gay man, or so he thought until he falls for another fireman. Vinnie convinces him that his desires are perfectly normal. Still hesitant, Ari doesn't know what to make of the instant desire he feels for the abused man they pick up from the airport. Race comes with a dangers that threaten all of them. Is having his dream relationship worth losing what he already has?

He was home. As he stepped off the airplane and onto the narrow passageway that led to the main terminal, Race almost stumbled in relief. Granted, he was still in the city, but it was the city closest to Cade Creek. A two hour drive and he'd be safe in Cade Creek.
He just needed to find his ride.
As soon as Race reached the busy concourse, he started searching for Dorian. He didn't see him anywhere. Race nibbled on his lower lip as he looked around. Maybe Dorian was waiting for him down in baggage claim. The man had no way of knowing Race didn't have any baggage to claim.
He started to head to the escalators that led to the lower level where people went to get the luggage when a sign a man was holding caught his attention.
Dirty Dozen.
Now, what were the chances he—a former member of the Dirty Dozen Motorcycle Club—would be headed home, ready to meet up with the former leader of said club, when he came across a guy holding a sign with the name of the club on it?
And he was a really hot guy, too. As was the guy standing next to him. One stood slighter taller than the other, and was a bit more muscular, but both men were darkly tanned and buff, with miles of lickable skin.
Race almost drooled. He might have too, if the taller of the two men hadn't suddenly looked in his direction, the man's jaw firming as he took in the mess that Race was. Race took a step back from the anger he could see flaring to life in the guy's dark brown eyes.
He really didn't need to have a run-in with someone else who was angry. He had barely walked away from the last pissed off Neanderthal. Wishing his life didn't suck as much as it did, Race turned away from the two gorgeous men and started looking for Dorian again.
"Race Tuff?"
Fear slammed into Race as he turned to face the man with the deep rumbly voice that made his cock jerk in his jeans. Oh man, it was one of the hotties. "I'm sorry," he said in a shaky voice, "You must have me confused with someone else."
The man's dark eyebrow rose as he looked Race up and down. There was an unsettling flare to his nostrils as if he didn't like what he was seeing. "I don't think so."
Race took a hasty step back. He needed to put enough space between him and these men that he could get away if he needed to. Even as he took a step back he knew it was futile. These men were huge, and he was injured. If they truly wanted to catch him, he'd have no chance at escaping.
"There's nothing to be afraid of, little man," the taller of the two men said. "Dorian sent us."
Race cautiously eyed the two men, wondering if he could believe them. He wanted to believe them. He wanted to believe that these two gorgeous men were on the up and up, that they wouldn't ruin his fantasy by trying to kill him, or worse.
Besides, he was just too damn tired to run.
One of the men pulled out his cell phone and dialed a number. "Hey, it's Ari. We found your friend but he's a little freaked." Dark eyes strayed to Race, staring intently. "I don't think he trusts us."
A moment later, the man was holding the cell phone out to Race. "It's for you."
In order to take the phone, Race would have to step closer to the two men. As he knew he would never escape if they decided to go after him, there didn't seem to be any point in not taking the phone.
Gathering up his courage, Race stepped as close as he dared and grabbed the phone. He breathed in deeply as he held the phone to his ear, afraid to hear who was on the other end. "Hello?"
Race's relief was so great, he started to crumble right there on the spot. Strong arms grabbed him and held him up. "Dorian?"
"Hey, buddy," Dorian said. "I wasn't able to get to the airport in time to meet your plane. Ari and Vinnie were in the city attending some training. They offered to pick you up and bring you back to Cade Creek. You can trust them, Race. I promise."
"Okay." The tears that had flooded his eyes when he heard Dorian's voice slowly began to trickle down his cheeks. Race turned and buried his face in the massive chest next to him. He absently found it strange that he was chest level with the other man when he was standing up straight. It was disconcerting.
"It's okay, Race," the man murmured to him. "We'll keep you safe."
Race shuddered. He doubted what the stranger said was true, but it was nice hearing it anyway. Knowing he was making a fool of himself in front of two men he'd rather be seen as calm, cool, and collected, Race pushed away from the arms that held him. He wiped at the tears on his cheeks and then faced the two men.
"I'm sorry." Apologizing for his behavior seemed like the thing to do. He had basically accused these two men of lying to him and trying to hurt him, of being dishonorable. "It's been a long couple of days."
The taller of the two looked at the neon green cast on Race's arm. "Yes, I imagine it has. Maybe you should tell us how that happened?"
"Let it go, Vinnie," the other man said. "Our only priority right now is getting Race out of the airport and home safe back in Cade Creek."

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