Wednesday, May 24, 2017

RELEASE DAY: Just Bob

JUST BOB
 
available now!
 
[Erotic, Paranormal, Shifter, M/M, Romance]
 
My name is Bob. It's just Bob. Not even Robert or Roberto or anything as exciting as that. It's just Bob. Bob Mills. It's not a fancy name or a name that inspires great romantic tales. No one writes odes to Bob. No one screams Bob during great heights of passion. There are no great masterpieces with Bob as the main character. I can't even think of any fictional characters named Bob.
 
To make matters worse, I'm an accountant and I wear glasses. I own a cat. I have a library card and I actually use it. If the karmic universe could have crapped on someone, I was it.
 
Exciting, right?
 
Yeah, no. There is nothing exciting in my life.
 
Ever.
 
That all changed when someone put a contract out on my life.
 

Monday, May 22, 2017

FINISHED & SUBMITTED: Hot Mess 5

HOT MESS 5

coming soon!
Lany
There came a point where I began to believe life was perfect. I was married to the sexiest Italian ever trained to be a SWAT officer, I had two beautiful little girls, and more friends than I could count. And then my world fell out from beneath my feet and I discovered that evil was alive and well and coming for me. I had two choices. I could hide in my panic room or spit in the devil's face.
I spit in the devil's face.
Salvador
Protecting my family from the evil in the world would be a whole lot easier if I wasn't married to Lany, but I wouldn't change a second of our life together, no matter what came our way. I just wished my gorgeous husband wasn't such a hot mess. When the devil arrived on our doorstep and threatened all I held dear, I did the only thing I could.
I spit in the devil's face.
 
STORY EXCERPT
Lany
It made sense that it would be drizzling on a day like today. How could the powers that be allow sunshine and bright blue skies when my heart was breaking? Staring down at the polished wooden casket at my feet, I wondered if I would ever enjoy blue skies again.
I knew life was finite, but the last week had proven to me that it could end at any second. One moment you are there, and the next you are simply gone, the victim of a needless car accident.
I glanced across the casket to where my Uncle Jerry stood, his hands folded together in front of him, his eyes pinned on the casket as it was slowly lowered into the ground. How the man wasn't screaming was beyond me. I'd be a blubbering mess on the floor if anything happened to my Sal.
I leaned into the SWAT commander, needing his touch to comfort me. Salvador Delvecchio was my reason for breathing. Without him, nothing worked. Not my job as personal assistant to the police chief—my uncle. Not raising our adopted twin girls, Rosy and Bella. Not even the flame that burned in the center of my soul only for my husband.
I needed Sal to function.
After everything we had been through, the kidnappings, the attacks, the mobsters...this might be the hardest. It sucked that our anniversary was this week. I didn't feel like celebrating. I just wanted to gather my family close to me and hold onto them with every ounce of strength I had.
I sniffled as tears streamed down my cheeks.
A moment later, I felt Sal's hand grab mine.
When I lifted my eyes, Uncle Jerry was staring at me. I sent him a weak, wobbly smile, but it was the best I could muster under the circumstances. Uncle Jerry nodded back, just the barest of movements of his head to acknowledge me.
It wasn't something I felt he had to do, but I was glad he did. I was worried about my uncle. He had just lost his wife of nearly twenty years. If he wasn't broken, then he was close to it.
I was still stunned by the fact that my Aunt Sally was gone. The woman had just always been there. Her and my mother were as thick as thieves, as close as two sister-in-laws could be. The two women were the cornerstones of the Harris family.
What would we do without her?
I pulled my handkerchief out of my pocket and swiped at my nose. It had been running practically as long as my tears had. I had been crying for days. Just when I thought I was done, I would remember something Aunt Sally said or did and I would start up all over again.
I was a mess.
"Come on, caro."
Sal's arm felt heavy around my shoulders, but I was glad it was there. The man was practically the only thing keeping my vertical. He led me away from the gravesite and back through the freshly manicured lawn to the long line of limousines waiting to take us to the wake.
When I saw my parents, I pushed away from Sal and rushed over to them. I tried not to run. My mother wouldn't approve. Emotional outbursts in public were not allowed. Behind closed doors, you could scream your head off. Never in public.
Knowing that, I was surprised when my mother reached for me just as I reached her.
"Junior."
"Mom." I breathed deep when I felt my father's hand go to my shoulder, giving me a good squeeze. After hugging my mother longer than probably was appropriate, I leaned back. I sent my father a wobbly smile. "Hey, Dad."
Lancaster Harris II nodded at me. I would have thought him totally detached from the situation if I hadn't seen the red rimming his eyes. "Junior."
"Where are the girls, Junior?" Mother asked.
"Eddie and Lyn are watching them." I wouldn't leave my twin girls with just anyone. "They said they'd stay as long as we needed them. I thought it was better to leave the twins at home."
I adored my adopted twin girls and had since the moment they were laid in my arms almost a year ago. I could still remember how precious each of the three-week old twins had looked. They stole my heart with that one look. They did the same with almost everyone they met.
"Yes, quite right." Cynthia Harris drew in a strong breath. She was a formable woman and it rattled me a little bit to see her shaken. "A funeral is no place for those beautiful little angels."
Despite the somberness of our situation, I found myself smiling. Rosy and Bella had stolen my mother's heart the second she saw them. She had all but given up ever being a grandmother, instead, devoting herself to my father and me and all her little causes. Learning that she had not one but two granddaughters had put me and Sal in her good graces for months.
My father tried to pretend he was merely amused by his wife's total devotion to Rosy and Bella, but I had caught him sneaking into their room to watch them sleep on more than one occasion. More times than not, a new stuffed animal for the girls was clutched in his hand.
It was a secret kept between just us.
"We'll see you at your uncle's house?" my mother asked.
"We'll be there Cynthia," Sal said.
Cynthia's lips spread into a smile that didn't reach her eyes, but I didn't think it was Sal. Her eyes were too filled with sadness. She clasped Sal's hand between two of hers. "Thank you, Salvador. You've been a godsend through all of this."
I noticed a slight flush to Sal's cheeks before he glanced away. "This is my family."
I wanted to hug the man again, but took his hand instead. As much as I wanted to shout to the world that Sal belonged to me, waving my rainbow flag at a funeral was wrong, even I knew that. I needed to be thinking about my aunt today, a woman who accepted me and all my quirks and threw Sal and I the biggest engagement party of the season.
God, I was going to miss her.


ADULT EXCERPT
I was the team leader of SWAT Team One. I was a Lieutenant on that team. That made me a fairly intelligent man, and yet, I had never been able to figure out how Lany stayed single before I rescued him from a beat down in the bathroom of a bar.
Anyone with an ounce of intelligence would have grabbed him up long before I came on the scene. I would be forever grateful that it had never happened.
"Are you worried about court?"
My surprise had me turning to look at Lany. "No, why should I be? It was a domestic disturbance call. We were called to do an insertion. We rescued the hostages and secured the suspect. Everyone came out of it alive. End of story."
Lany was so cute when he frowned. "Then why are you having to testify?"
I shrugged, because I didn't know. "Non ne ho idea."
"Well, I don't like it."
I went back to making sure my suit looked right in the mirror. "I don't either, caro, but a subpoena is a subpoena. If I don't show up to testify, the judge can have me arrested."
When Lany shuddered, I stopped messing with my suit and drew the man into my arms. "I'm not getting arrested, caro. I promise."
Lany had one eyebrow raised as he tilted his head back. "Our anniversary is this week. I don't believe you."
I chuckled because I knew he was right. For some reason, every year when we tried to celebrate our anniversary, something happened to mess it up. An undercover assignment that went haywire. An insane father bent on stealing my brother's millions and willing to kill to do it. A mobster fiasco of epic proportions.
The list was never ending.
This year had been by far the worst. I had no idea how Jerry was handling it. After the wake, the man had taken some personal leave, which he no doubt needed. I had no idea what I would do if anything happened to my Lany.
I loved my twin girls, adored them. I loved my brother and my nephew. I respected the men I worked with. Loved my job, what I did on a day to day basis. I even felt something kind of like affection for Lany's parents now that I had truly gotten to know them.
But Lany, he was my reason for breathing. Without him, nothing in my world worked. The man had stolen my heart the moment our eyes met in that seedy bathroom four years ago, and I willingly let him keep it.
I wrapped my hand around Lany's neck and pulled him closer. I covered his mouth with all of the desire I felt for the man. Much to my utter delight, Lany moaned and pushed into the kiss, his tongue coming out to brush against mine. Lany's lips were soft and warm, sending spirals of ecstasy through me.
My breath caught in my throat as Lany pulled away and dropped to his knees at my feet. My cock became so hard as I watched him looking up at me, I thought it might rip right through my slacks.
I had to have him.
Without taking his eyes off the visual feast at my feet, I unbuttoned my pants and pushed my boxers down until my cock popped free. "Voglio sentire le tue labbra su di me, caro."
Lany's eyebrow arched and a slow sensual grin lifted the corners of his lips. "I would be more than happy to wrap my lips around your cock."
Not exactly what I said, but close enough.
I looked down into Lany's beautiful amber-green eyes as he opened his mouth and wrapped it around the head of my cock. Lany groaned then tightened his lips, his body jerking a little, but he didn't take his gaze away from mine.
"Damn, caro, your mouth is like hot silk."
Lany licked up one side of my cock and back down the other. He swirled his tongue around the helmet, licking at the clear liquid as he reached between my legs and gently massaged my balls.
Lany leaned a little closer, taking my cock further into his mouth, his tongue flattening against my length. I cried out when the pressure became too much, my entire body shuddering as I spilled inside of Lany's mouth. Lany swallowed down every last drop
Once I stopped shuddering, I reached down and picked Lany. I was so glad the bed was only a few steps away. I dropped Lany onto the mattress and yanked his pajama bottoms down before settling myself between his legs.
I wrapped my hand around Lany's cock and licked the tip, pressing my tongue into the small slit on the top before swirling it around the mushroomed head. Lany's body went stiff for a moment, his thigh muscles going rock hard, then he trembled almost uncontrollably.
Lany shouted out my name and bucked beneath me. Hot spunk filled my mouth. I swallowed it down and kept licking and sucking until Lany giggled and tried to squirm away from me.
"Too sensitive."
I chuckled. It was a low, mean, yet satisfied sound. I loved watching Lany come apart in my arms. Knowing I had brought my love pleasure was better than any orgasm I had ever experienced.
"So, lunch then?"
I chuckled. "Lunch."
Maybe we could get Lyn or Clarke to watch the twins for a few minutes while we snuck off to the broom closet.
I could fantasize anyway.

 

Wednesday, May 17, 2017

COVER CHANGE: Inheriting You

I changed the cover for "Inheriting You" to one that I felt represented the storyline a little more.
Story coming June 8th
 


 
 
 

AVAILABLE FOR PRE-ORDER: Just Bob

JUST BOB
 
coming May 25th
 
[Erotic, Paranormal, Shifter, M/M, Romance]
 
My name is Bob. It's just Bob. Not even Robert or Roberto or anything as exciting as that. It's just Bob. Bob Mills. It's not a fancy name or a name that inspires great romantic tales. No one writes odes to Bob. No one screams Bob during great heights of passion. There are no great masterpieces with Bob as the main character. I can't even think of any fictional characters named Bob.
 
To make matters worse, I'm an accountant and I wear glasses. I own a cat. I have a library card and I actually use it. If the karmic universe could have crapped on someone, I was it.
 
Exciting, right?
 
Yeah, no. There is nothing exciting in my life.
 
Ever.
 
That all changed when someone put a contract out on my life.
 

Monday, May 1, 2017

FINISHED & SUBMITTED: Inheriting You

INHERITING YOU
 
coming June 8th
 
[Erotic, Mpreg, Paranormal, Shifter, M/M, Romance]
 
Ivo Koubek has no idea how much one meeting will change the entire course of his life. Finding out that his kindly neighbor has left him a fortune is astounding. Fulfilling the man's last request to be returned to the land of his birth seems easy enough. Little does Ivo know how much that one trip will change his life.
 
Vitki is the Dýka, the dagger that seeks vengeance, the right hand of the king. Given an order to protect Ivo with his life, Vitki knows he has a fight ahead of him. Someone wants to keep Ivo from claiming his rightful place in the Vítkovský Klan and they're willing to kill in order to prevent it. It's up to Vitki to make sure Ivo can claim his inheritance, or die trying.
 

FINISHED & SUBMITTED: Just Bob

JUST BOB
 
coming May 25th
 
[Erotic, Paranormal, Shifter, M/M, Romance]
 
My name is Bob. It's just Bob. Not even Robert or Roberto or anything as exciting as that. It's just Bob. Bob Mills. It's not a fancy name or a name that inspires great romantic tales. No one writes odes to Bob. No one screams Bob during great heights of passion. There are no great masterpieces with Bob as the main character. I can't even think of any fictional characters named Bob.
 
To make matters worse, I'm an accountant and I wear glasses. I own a cat. I have a library card and I actually use it. If the karmic universe could have crapped on someone, I was it.
 
Exciting, right?
 
Yeah, no. There is nothing exciting in my life.
 
Ever.
 
That all changed when someone put a contract out on my life.
 

Wednesday, April 19, 2017

RELEASE DAY: The Right Time For Us

THE RIGHT TIME FOR US

Cade Creek 14

[Erotic Alternative Romanctic Suspense, M/M, HEA]

Robby Fletcher had a lot of things to be ashamed of, but being assaulted by his oldest brother and his pals wasn’t one of them. It’s been going on for years, but after one beating too many, Robby has finally had enough.

When he learns that Moose is in danger, Robby wants to protect his brother for once, and that means going to Cade Creek to warn him that Billy is out for revenge. But nothing ever comes easy for Robby. He barely has time to step foot in Cade Creek before he’s running for his life.

Gus Fletcher knew something was wrong the second three rough-looking guys stepped inside his feed and seed store. He knew they were after something, and he was determined they wouldn’t get it, especially when he discovered the frightened man hiding under his desk.

Between misunderstandings, the danger from Billy and his cohorts, and trying to help Robby and Moose mend their relationship, falling in love seems easy. But finding the right time for it is almost impossible.

http://www.bookstrand.com/book/the-right-time-for-us

Saturday, April 1, 2017

MANLOVE FANTASIES SPRING EDITION

Welcome to the ManLove Fantasies
 
~ Spring Edition ~

We’ve done a lot of different thing on this contest, and this time is no different. I’ve asked our participating authors to tell us a story about the picture on my blog. Each author has chosen a different city around the world. In their story, they must include a kiss, a bouquet of spring flowers, a love letter, and the rain. So, let's see what our authors have in store for us...

RULES OF THE CONTEST:
You may enter once per day, but only once per day. Each day the contest runs from 12:01am (PST) to 11:59pm (PST). Once that day has ended, no further entries may be added for that day. You must wait for the next day to enter again.

To enter every day, you MUST comment every day, on that given day. Any entries added after the 11:59pm (PST) cutoff time will not be entered.

You MUST leave your email address in your comment or we will have no way to contact you if you win. Any comments left without an email will not be considered. Please your comment on the author's page to be counted each day. Winners will be chosen on April 30th and announced on the blog.

GRAND PRIZE:
Kindle Fire HD7 loaded with MM stories from all of our authors.
Just to give you something to look forward to, our grand prize is a brand new, just released Kindle Fire HD7. Every author in our contest is contributing an eBook, which will be loaded on the Kindle before it gets shipped to the winner.

Check in with us every day to discover which new book is being added and leave a comment (and your email) for a chance to win our grand prize. That's MM Romances from authors you know already and some you will want to know. So, don't forget to enter each day.

http://manlovefantasies.blogspot.com/
 

Wednesday, February 22, 2017

AVAILABLE FOR PRE-ORDER: Hot Mess 4

HOT MESS 4

PRE-ORDER TODAY!

AVAILABLE: Thursday, March 9th

[Erotic Alternative Romance, M/M, HEA]

Lany

I had once thought that my life was the comic relief for the universe. Today, I was positive I had been right in my line of thinking. It was the only way to explain how I ended up sitting on the floor of my favorite Thai restaurant, surrounded by armed men and hostages.

It was my anniversary after all.        
 
Salvador  
I wanted to go to Lany the moment I stepped into the Thai Rose and saw him kneeling on the floor next to Eddie, but dealing with the people threatening him with guns came first. I didn't want him in the line of fire if trouble started. Of course, knowing Lany's luck, just being on the same city block put him in the line of fire.  

He was a hot mess.

Note: This book is written in the first-person point of view of both main characters.

http://www.bookstrand.com/book/hot-mess-4

NOW IN PRINT

Stealing His Warrior's Heart
Warrior of Akasha
Níx is a thief, and he makes no apologies for it. When he spots a handsome warrior walking through the marketplace, he sees an easy mark, and a purse full of coin. Stealing from the Captain of the Royal Guard of the House of Elvellon, was never in his plans. But revenge is.
 
 
 
Hot Mess 1
Cinnamon and whiskey had a delicious scent and it was S.W.A.T. commander, Lt. Salvador Delvecchio. I wanted to roll in that scent, sink into it, and never come out. I wanted to be consumed by everything that was the lethal man who had rescued me and decided I belonged to him.
I was a hot mess.
 
 
 
Barclay
Battle Bunnies 4
Barclay knows he's going to die. He makes the ultimate sacrifice by refusing to mate with his sweet duck. African Buffalo, Tavarus, sees things a bit differently, and he has the strength to back up his opinion. For Barclay, losing control never felt so good.
 
 
 
Basil
Battle Bunnies 5
Basil is the last unmated Battle Bunny, but there's a reason. The tiger stalking him is his mate, and Basil has known it for years. As strong as the mate draw is, Basil doesn't know if he can trust the handsome tiger.
 
 
 
 
 
 

Thursday, February 16, 2017

RELEASE DAY: Beyond Regret (Dark Court 2)

BEYOND REGRET

Dark Court 2

available now!

[Erotic Alternative Fantasy Paranormal Romance, M/M, M/M/M, HEA]

Doc has quietly loved Rocky through their years together as Marines. But their arrival at the Seelie court and a lust-fueled encounter shatter all his expectations. One stolen passionate encounter unravels years of friendship. Devastated, Doc volunteers to lead the search for Monte, a Seelie elf missing in the human realm.

Locating Monte doesn’t turn out to be nearly as difficult as Doc expected, a small mercy now that Doc is sharing a cell with the elf. Despite the dire circumstances, Monte appeals to Doc on every level. He’s sweet, passionate, and utterly open to Doc.

Shattered by Doc’s departure, Rocky sets out to rescue the man he loves. Discovering Doc with another hurts, but as their escape turns dangerous, Rocky finds that to love Doc, he’ll have to make room in his heart for Monte, too.

Note: This books was previously published and has been revised and extended.

http://www.bookstrand.com/book/beyond-regret

Wednesday, February 15, 2017

FREY ORTEGA'S VALENTINE'S NOVELLA


Be Mine
a Valentine’s Novella

by: Frey Ortega

Jackson Darragh has the best Valentine's Day planned--dinner and romantic gesture included. All those plans blow up when his boyfriend suddenly breaks up with him. Broken and dejected, he goes to his neighborhood gay club to drown his sorrows in alcohol.
David Young didn't know what possessed him when he leaves his Mormon family abruptly for a life of total authenticity in the big city. Alone, his first taste of independence lands him at a gay club with no prospects, no roof over his head, only a future filled with uncertainty. All he has is the desire to live a life that is wholly his own.
A strange twist of fate and one conversation overhead through club music later, and David finds himself living with the kindhearted Jackson.
Now, one year later, Jackson is still hurting from his sudden break-up. David, who can't fight off his attraction for his friend any longer, is determined to make better Valentine's memories for Jackson. The more time that passes, the more Jackson wants to see the light come back in the brooding artist's eyes. He knows he has only to say those two magic words, and their lives change forever.
"Be mine."

 
-=-=-=-=-
Be Mine is a stand-alone friends-to-lovers gay romance novella with a HEA, no cheating, and no cliffhanger.
-=-=-=-=-
Story Snippet:

“Hey.”

David turned to look at a figure sitting nearby. He hadn’t seen the man from behind Sare, but he realized there was actually a man sitting there, with a good couple of shot glasses scattered around in front of him.

The strange, tipsy, borderline drunk man looked rather handsome. He was wearing a long-sleeved shirt with one of the buttons unbuttoned, and his hair was mussed, though David could see that he’d put some hair product of some kind in his dark, wavy, cocoa brown-colored hair.

He had the aquiline features of one of those angel statues David had seen. So handsome, if the drunk hadn’t looked like he was in repose. David’s cock even had a little twitch of a response, though he felt a little ashamed of that.

David’s first thoughts shouldn’t have been that he wanted to fuck a stranger in a bar, no matter that it was a status quo.

Overall, the stranger looked a little disheveled and stressed, but there weren’t any alarm bells ringing in David’s mind at first glance of him. In fact, if it weren’t for the grimace on the guy’s face, David might have been a stammering mess in the stranger’s proximity. He was never very good at talking to attractive people.

If the man beside him hadn’t looked like he’d been drinking to forget something painful, David would have tried to screw his courage to the sticking place—Shakespeare pun intended—and maybe he’d have tried to ask the stranger out on a date. He was already out, why not try to be courageous, right? Forget the fact that he didn’t have a home, or work!

Self-preservation told him not to do that, though. Years of having to hide his sexuality and his entire identity tended to do that.

“Hello,” David replied, and politely he added, “May I help you?”

“What you said back there, about leaving home,” the stranger asked. “Was any of that true?”

David blinked.

“Yes, that was all true,” he replied. “I figure I might stay at a motel for a couple of nights while I try to figure my situation out.”

“Do you want a place to live? I have an extra unit available in my building. I bought the entire place recently, so it’s barebones as shit, but we can work something out if you’re interested,” the man said, taking a swig of another shot of hard liquor.

“Is there a catch?” David asked, his voice clearly a little incredulous. He knew not to expect handouts or too much charity in the big city, but…was there something about his face that made people want to go out of their way to help him? Maybe it was just something about being gay? Or was this one of those serendipitous moments in time where things were just aligning incredibly perfectly?

“No catch, except for the fact that I only have an old mattress and some older stuff I’d much rather give to a guy who knows what he wants out of life, and I need a tenant anyway. There’s a lot of space I don’t need in my building,” the man replied. “I’m Jackson, by the way. Call me Jack.”

“I’m David Young. It’s nice to meet you.”

Jack grinned. “Boy, you’re real polite, aren’t you? It’s nice to meet you, David Young.”

David felt some heat in his cheeks at that statement. “It’s just how I was raised.”

-=-=-=-=-

Author Bio:

Frey Ortega writes erotic romance, primarily of the gay variety. He lives in what a friend affectionately calls “the south-easternmost part of Spain,” which is an archipelago called the Philippines. He’s a graduate of the Royal, Pontifical, and Catholic University in Manila, with a Bachelors of Science degree in Psychology. Primarily, he works as a writer, a novelist, sometimes a video game journalist, and overall a homebody who spends way too much time on the internet.

He loves writing about people, especially people of all different shapes, sizes and backgrounds, falling in love. You might also find him playing video games from time to time! His favorite ones are MMORPGs, and role-playing games in general (and not just the ones in the bedroom.)

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FINISHED & SUBMITTED: Hot Mess 4


HOT MESS 4

coming March 9th
Lany
I had once thought that my life was the comic relief for the universe. Today, I was positive I had been right in my line of thinking. It was the only way to explain how I ended up sitting on the floor of my favorite Thai restaurant, surrounded by armed men and hostages.
It was my anniversary after all.
Salvador
I wanted to go to Lany the moment I stepped into the Thai Rose and saw him kneeling on the floor next to Eddie, but dealing with the people threatening him with guns came first. I didn't want him in the line of fire if trouble started. Of course, knowing Lany's luck, just being on the same city block put him in the line of fire.
He was a hot mess.

STORY EXCERPT
Lany
I had once thought that my life was the comic relief for the universe. Today, I was positive I had been right in my line of thinking. It was the only way to explain how I ended up sitting on the floor of my favorite Thai restaurant, surrounded by armed men and hostages.
It was my anniversary after all.
Every year for the last three years—four if you count the actual day I had met Lt. Salvador Delvecchio and he decided to keep me—something occurred that fucked up us spending our anniversary together.
On our first anniversary, Sal had been sucked into going undercover. To give the man some due, he had thought our anniversary was a week later than it actually was. That hadn't been the problem. That, I would have understood. It was him trying to hide what he was doing from me that caused our world to turn upside down.
He never made that mistake again.
Last year, Sal had been hurt on the job while chasing a perp. I had been hurt while trying to protect him, and then things got really interesting.
This time around, I had planned to skip all the bells and whistles—or sheer fabric shirt and g-string, in our case—and just let whatever happened happen.
This was not what I had in mind.
I glanced to the brown haired man sitting to my left. His blue eyes were as round as they could be, watching every little thing our captors did. With Lyn Philips being a police officer and all, that kind of made sense. He was probably watching so he could give a good statement later and help prosecute the bad guys.
A quick glance to my right showed that my other friend wasn't so wide eyed. In fact, his eyes were narrowed into tiny little slits. I had a sinking feeling he was seething with anger. That too made sense. Eddie Wu tended to get angry when people tried to cage him in. More than one idiot had learned that the hard way.
I was afraid these morons were going to learn it, too.
Painfully.
I just wasn't sure if it was going to be the SWAT unit Sal belonged to that was going to teach them that valuable lesson or the "alleged" mobsters that kept Eddie safe that were going to do it. Either way, these bumbling idiots didn't have a chance in hell.
My eyes rounded and snapped to the three armed men when my phone suddenly started playing the theme song from "Bad Boys". It was stereotypical to have that as Sal's ringtone, but "I want to sex you up" wasn't exactly appropriate.
I winced when the song snippet played again and again, drawing more attention than I really wanted at the moment.
"You!"
I jumped and cringed back when one of the gunmen stopped in front of me. I wanted to reach up and break off the finger he pointed at me.
I didn't.
"Get up."
I swallowed tightly, the ball of nerves clogging my throat making it hard to breathe.
"Hurry the hell up!" the masked man snapped when I didn't move fast enough.
When he waved his very large, very black automatic rifle at me, I scrambled to my feet. I had seen enough weapons in my time to know that this idiots gun could not only take me out if fired, but half the hostages in the place.
"Give me your phone."
I pulled it out of my pocket.
"Will I get it back?" I asked as I gripped it tightly in my hand, not handing it over. I liked my phone. Sal had given it to me. It was neon green. "Because it has all my pictures and stuff on it, not to mention my phone numbers, and god knows I can't remember a phone number to save my life. It's just so much easier dialing one or two or seven or whatever. Don't you think?"
The dark eyes visible through the small round holes in the guy's mask widened briefly before filling with anger.
I always expect violence to happen when I'm being held hostage—or kidnapped or attacked by hit men or driving a car—but then when it does, I'm still surprised. When the man pistol whipped me across the face, I cried out, grabbing at my cheek, which hurt like hell.
A shaft of pain ripped through the side of my face, and for a moment, I wondered if my jaw was broken. I opened my mouth wide, feeling my jaw pop. Okay. Maybe not broken, but damn, it hurt.
I stared at him. Hard. "Why'd you do that? I was going to give you my phone."
Meany.
My opinion of the man's manners didn't get any better when he grabbed me and dragged me over to the hostess counter where his two friends were standing. I much preferred the floor with the other hostages.
Well, truthfully, I preferred my penthouse, but I didn't think I was going to get my wish there, and it wasn't like I was going to invite these yahoos back to play Parcheesi.
"What is your name?" the man I thought of as the "chief asshole" asked.
Well, he kind of demanded.
"Lany Delvecchio."
That's what it said on my driver's license, and I had no problem sharing that bit of information. I was proud to be Lany Delvecchio. It was better than Lancaster Harris III, the name I had been born with.
Sal had christened me Lany when we met. He had made me a Delvecchio when we got married three years ago.
I went by nothing else.
Well, I went by caro, too, but only for Sal. And my parents and uncle called me Junior. I hated it, but long ago accepted it.
My eyes popped wider when the man held my cell phone out to me. I started to reach for it, but then paused, the wheels in my brain working over time. Hell, they were practically leaving skid marks.
"He just took my phone from me." I gestured toward Mr. Meany. "Why are you giving it back?"
"I want you to make a little phone call."
"Oh hell no!" I took two steps back before spinning and running back over to where Eddie and Lyn sat. There was no way I was going to be the go between for these idiots.
As big as their guns were, Sal's were bigger.
"Hey!" the chief idiot shouted. "Get your ass back here."
I jumped when the man fired off a round into the ceiling, but that didn't stop me from returning to my spot on the floor.
They might have been idiots, but I wasn't.
"Hey!"
I rolled my eyes at Eddie and Lyn as I crawled between them and sat down.
"I'm gonna shoot your ass if you don't get back here."
I shook my head vehemently. "Then you're just going to have to shoot me. I'm not making that phone call."
"He wants you to make a phone call?" Lyn asked.
I nodded.
"But he just took your phone."
"I know, right?"
It was nice to know I wasn't the only one that saw that as weird.
And somewhat counterproductive.
Just how unprofessional were these guys?
"Who does he want you to call?" Eddie asked.
I just stared at the man.
Eddie's eyes rounded as he sucked in a quick breath. "Oh no, you can't do that."
"Right?"

 ADULT EXCERPT
"I've been waiting for you, caro."
Sal's beautiful copper colored eyes were filled with heat as he gazed down at me. "Ho bisogno di essere dentro di te."
I swallowed tightly.
God, I loved this man.
I had wanted Sal from the moment I first laid eyes on him. Things between us had been intense almost from the moment we met. I had serious doubts that I would ever get enough of my handsome Italian SWAT officer.
Italian. SWAT. Police officer...this was a wet dream waiting to happen.
"Clothes off, caro." Sal's voice was deep, and slightly rough.
I shivered as Sal released me. My hands shook as I stood and started stripping my clothes off. It wasn't like it had been that long since the last time we had sex—in the shower this morning before Sal went to work—but if felt as if an eternity had passed us by.
 I groaned when I bent to remove my socks and felt a hand glide over my ass, giving me a little pat.
"I love your ass, Lany."
Not exactly romantic, but I'd take it.
I turned to watch Sal toss his clothes aside. When he was done, Sal stepped up to me, cupped my face between his hands, and then leaned down and melded our lips together in a kiss that made my toes curl.
The man was a really good kisser.
I moaned with wanton abandon when Sal cupped my ass in his large hands, pulling me closer, taking the kiss deeper. Goose bumps broke out over my skin when Sal's hands left my ass and slid over my back. I wanted to climb the large man like a monkey and hang on until we melded together.
"You're mine, Lany, all mine."
I was.
I nodded vigorously.
A low guttural growl left Sal's lips. 
"On your back, caro," he instructed.
I twisted around and jumped up on the bed, scrambling to do as Sal commanded. My skin buzzed with excitement at the knowledge that Sal was going to claim me again. I laid down on my back and spread my legs wide.
"Beautiful," Sal whispered as his eyes roamed over my naked body. The molten heat in his eyes was something I knew only burned for me.
I fisted the sheets as Sal dropped to his knees and crawled up the blanket, his hands smoothing over my legs. I was dying to move, to wiggle around and beg Sal to fuck me already, but I sealed my plea behind my lips. Sal seemed to be on some sort of mission tonight, and I wasn't about to mess that up.
My eyes damn near rolled to the back of my head as Sal's fingertips played over my skin, slowly making their way up my thighs toward my aching cock. I almost whined at the slow pace.
When Sal wrapped his large hand around my hard shaft, I couldn't stop my moan. I spread my legs wider as Sal stroked my cock from root to tip and then back down again. Sal's other hand cupped my balls, massaging them between his fingers.
He was really good at that.
I writhed and squirmed on the bed, moaning loudly as I succumbed to the waves of ecstasy trying to pull me under. I lay there, drowning in a flood tide of exquisite rapture as Sal took me to another place, a place where I was no longer my own person. It was a place where Sal owned me, mind, body, and soul.
"Come for me, caro."
My back left the sheets as I arched up and cried out, hot jets of cum shooting from my cock. The pleasure was pure and explosive. I shouted Sal's name, thrashing my head from side to side.
Sal stroked my cock through my entire orgasm. I panted heavily as Sal milked my cock, pulling every last drop from my balls.
"You're beautiful when you come, Lany," Sal whispered. "The way you look at me, you make me feel like I could conquer the world."
I licked my lips as I gazed at Sal, wonderment filling me. I was always so amazed that a man like Sal had not only wanted me, but had kept me. He had saved me from a beat down in a bar and swept me off my feet from the very beginning. Of everyone I had ever known, Sal was the one who never let me down. He was it for me. Without him, I was nothing.
"Ero fatto per te."
Sal's eyes flickered up to mine. "You were made for me, caro."
I watched as Sal swiped his fingers through the cum cooling on my groin and then reached below me. My breath hissed out of my mouth when Sal circled my hole with his large finger. At that moment, all I wanted was to feel Sal deep inside of him.
"Fuck me, Sal."