Men of Might
coming November 2nd
Clint Might never dreamed when he rescued a kidnapped girl,
that he would also find the man of his dreams, but pursuing the handsome
detective was a really bad idea. When trouble brings them together, Clint has
to decide whether to share his secret with the man or let him go for good.
Detective Bobby Allen was tired of fighting so hard to solve
crimes when everything he does seems wrong. When he's questioned about a man
who rescued him and then left him after a kiss that shook him to his toes,
Bobby sees it as a chance to find out more about the mysterious man.
There's a mystery surrounding the Might brothers, one Bobby
is desperate to solve. When Clint's secret is finally revealed, it brings a
threat with it that could kill them before they even have a chance to admit
their feelings. Only by working with together can they stay alive long enough
to admit they are perfect for each other.
STORY EXCERPT
Detective Bobby Allen lifted his head and peered up at
the light hanging from the ceiling. It was one of those industrial lights, long
and metal with a tube shaped bulb thing. It was also extremely bright.
He tested the ropes keeping him tied to the chair. They
were around his wrists and his legs. They were holding tight. He didn't feel
any give in them. Every time he moved his wrists, the rough ropes grated
against his skin.
Bobby sighed as he tilted his head back and stared up
at the ceiling. "This is what you get for following your gut, you
schmuck."
He had just walked into the restaurant for lunch,
nothing more. He should have eaten and left. Easy peasy. But no, he had to see
a man standing by the back kitchen door that made the hairs on the back of his
neck stand on end. Instead of leaving it alone, he had gone out to his car and
waited until dark when the restaurant had closed.
And then he did something truly stupid. He started
snooping around.
Bobby knew he should have learned his lesson from the
last time he had started snooping around. Not only had he been called off the
case he'd been working, but he'd been transferred to another division and a
letter of reprimand had been placed in his file.
He'd never get promoted.
He still believed he had been following a good lead
when he went looking for Dominick Eli and Patrick O'Leary. Both men were wanted
for questioning in the death of a young woman who had been the surrogate for
O'Leary's son. Her body had been found floating in San Diego Bay a week after
she gave birth to a healthy baby boy. Eli and O'Leary, plus the infant, had all
disappeared.
Bobby had full belief that they were still out there
somewhere, and he was still looking for them. He just couldn't follow normal
channels to do it. If he got caught looking into the case again, he'd lose more
than his job. He'd probably do time.
Of course, if he didn't figure a way out of here, doing
time would be the least of his worries. He still wasn't sure who the guys were
that had jumped him, but they had been crazy pissed. One of them had taken
quite a bit of delight in slicing little lines down Bobby's arms. He looked as
though he had tried to fight off a weed whacker.
He didn't look as if he had won the fight, but it sure
explained why the light was so bright and his head was woozy. He was slowly
bleeding out.
Bobby's head snapped up when he heard the door handle
turn. He really hoped it wasn't the guys coming back to finish the job. He
wasn't expecting the man who stepped inside the room and held a finger up to
his lips.
He especially wasn't expecting the guy to be so damn
good looking. The man had a rugged look about him, almost as if he could toss
someone up against the wall and make their toes curl.
Yum.
If the man's massive height didn't do it for Bobby—and
it did—the muscles rippling under his dark clothing would have. The short sandy
brown hair and neatly trimmed beard didn't hurt either.
Bobby's jaw dropped when the man squatted down next to
him and pulled out a knife before starting in on the ropes tying Bobby to the
chair.
"My name is Clint," the guy said in a very
low tone. "I'm here to get you out."
"Bobby."
The grin was surprising. "Yes, I know. The little
girl told me."
Bobby's heart slammed in his chest. The second his
hands were free, he grabbed at Clint's shoulder. "We have to get her.
They're holding her for ransom."
"Already done." Clint started cutting at the
ropes on Bobby's ankles. "I got her out before coming for you."
Bobby blew out a relieved breath. "Oh, thank
god."
"Don't thank me yet," Clint said. "We
still need to get out of here."
The ropes snapped and Bobby went to stand up only to
find that his legs weren't as steady as he had hoped. They trembled so much,
Bobby had to sit back down. He chuckled nervously. "Getting out of here
might be harder than we thought."
"Come on, I'll help you."
Bobby tried not to lean too much into Clint when the
man wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled him to his feet, but he smelled
so good. It wasn't aftershave. There was no chemical signature. It was
something else, something wild. Bobby liked it. He knew he probably shouldn't.
He was being rescued, not hooking up for a date.
"How do we get out of here?" he asked, trying
to distract himself from that wonderful smell.
"I haven't figured that part out yet," Clint
said. "But I'm working on it."
Bobby heard a crash from out in the hallway. "Work
faster."
When the door started to open, Clint pushed him behind
the door. Bobby grunted as he hit the wall. Clint was a lot stronger than he
looked.
He heard a quiet gasp and then Clint was pulling one of
Bobby's captor's into the room and lowering him to the floor.
"Shit! Did you kill him?" As much as these
guys deserved a little payback, Bobby was still a cop and killing was still
against the law.
"No."
Bobby frowned. "What are you looking for?"
Clint was going through the man's pockets.
"Anything that can tell us who these guys are
working for."
Bobby's eyebrows rose. "You think there's someone
higher up than these morons?"
Clint glanced up. "You said it. They're morons.
There has to be someone higher up, pulling their strings."
Okay, that actually made sense.
"Are you a cop?" Bobby asked.
"No."
Bobby waited for more, but Clint didn't say anything
else, which kind of pissed Bobby off. The one word responses were getting
irritating.
Bobby's jaw dropped when the man handed him the gun he
took off the kidnapper. He hadn't seen a weapon on Clint, so it didn't make
sense to give up the only one he had.
Just who was this guy?
