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Excerpt – Edge – my rock star novel WIP
Jory grunted, leaned over the keyboard and went back to hitting notes, re-testing his new lyrics, trying to find a more positive spin. After a few minutes, he scowled. They still sounded fucking awful. Too depressing even for him. His band mates and their fans deserved his best and he sure as fuck wasn’t meeting that goal right now.
His phone pinged and immediately he went cold. The bile that always seemed to lurk in the back of his throat threatened to make a physical appearance. Jory picked up his phone, hands trembling. He’d learnt the hard way what ignoring text messages meant for him.
When are you coming home?
The name on the screen was innocuous enough – Dane – but the mere sight of it set Jory’s pulse racing, and his chest tighten.
Excerpt – Death by C*ck – book #2 in the Fetish Alley series
The man swung at Tate with his briefcase, but Tate dodged it nimbly and pushed the man to the ground, face first. “Give it up, you wanker,” he demanded. “You’re not fucking going anywhere. Just like there and take it like a man, you despicable shit-fucker.”
In his ear, there was a snort of amusement. “You really have to watch your language,” Clay chuckled quietly through the ear-piece. “There’s a whole team here rolling around on the floor in laughter, apart from Ellis, of course. He’s looking rather scandalised.”
“Yeah?” Tate smirked as he took delight in kneeling on his panting, now protesting victim. “Well, Ellis can suck my dick.”
He grinned at the indignant squawk he heard through the ear piece. Ellis Tremont was a valuable and well-liked member of the Mortimer Investigations team, but he was a bit of a prude. “I’ve just run half a fucking mile, doing the hard work, so you lot sitting in a comfy van can grin and bear a couple of choice words.” He snapped the handcuffs expertly on the man now lying docile and still.
Excerpt – #ForFoxSake – book #1 in the Fetish Alley series
“This is the long way around,” Tate remarked as they traversed narrow cobbled streets filled with small shops and occasionally, a scrub of grass, overgrown and needing weeding. “It’s a bit of a mission, going this way but it gives us a half-a-mile work out.” He stopped short, Clay almost stumbling into him.
“I can’t fucking believe that’s still here,” Tate marvelled, staring at one of the murals. “I must have done that about fifteen years ago!”
Clay squinted at it, green eyes puzzled. “What the hell is it,” he said finally. “Did you have a psychotic break or something? It’s…very colourful.”
Tate snorted. “It’s a pizza slice. Can’t you see it? There’s sausage, that’s bacon, there’s the cheese…” his voice trailed off. “I was always hungry back then,” he said wistfully. “I tended to have food on my mind a lot.” He pushed a lock of hair away from his forehead. The close shaved head of his drug squad days had disappeared, and Tate now sported thick auburn hair with an annoying tendency to curl. Clay loved it. He said it gave him something to grip his fingers into when Tate blew him.
Clay laughed. “And look at you now, a health nut. You used to be a man who could put away two racks of ribs, half a chicken and then fill up the empty spot with chips and brown sauce.”
“Yeah, well, that was the old me,” Tate teased. “Now I keep healthier for those times when you’re ramming into me against the wall. A man needs to be seriously fit for that.”
Excerpt – #ForFoxSake
No sooner had they stepped through the doorway, into a wide Venetian-styled lobby with winding stairs and an air of luxurious sophistication, then Aurelio enveloped Clay in a hug, kissing both cheeks with enthusiasm. Too much bloody enthusiasm. Tate was sure he saw a hint of tongue brush Clay’s cheek before Aurelio stood back with a warm smile to take in his appearance.
“Hmm, still wearing that delicious Paco Rabanne, I see. I remember that smell well.”
Clay snorted in amusement. “Really, Relio? You’re going to piss the bull off to make him charge before we even get down to business?” He cast an affectionate look at Tate, who was trying hard not to punch Relio in the face.
Aurelio’s dark brown eyes twinkled with mischief. “Si, amor mio, you would expect nothing less.” He flashed a disarming smile at Tate. “You know I jest, yes? Clay has always had eyes for only you, my friend. I am Italian. It is a sacred duty to flirt with an ex-lover. Especially one as beautiful as your man here.”
Fuck. Just when Tate was beginning to think Aurelio might not be so bad after all, he had to say something like that. That punch in the face was becoming a dead cert.
Clay moved to stand in front of Tate and raised one enquiring eyebrow at Aurelio. “Is there somewhere else we can go and discuss what’s got you worried about Dixon’s death before Tate makes permanent changes to your pretty face?”