Title: Deadly Dorian
Series: Ward Security Series #3
Author: Jocelynn Drake & Rinda Elliott
Publisher: Drake and Elliott Publishing LLC
Release Date: April 13, 2018
Heat Level: 4 - Lots of Sex
Pairing: Male/Male
Length: 87K
Genre: Romance, Thriller/Suspense
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Synopsis
Someone is trying to kill Marc Foster.
Attempted poisoning was bad enough, but
when the would-be killer messes with the brakes on Marc’s precious Porsche, the
art dealer admits he needs help. He just wasn’t expecting help to be quite so
dark and sexy.
Royce Karras loves his job at Ward
Security. He’s making up for a lifetime of bad decisions and a bloody past he’d
rather forget. But Marc isn’t the spoiled rich boy he thought he’d be
protecting. Sticking close to Marc as his “boyfriend” gives Royce insight into
his toxic family, but it also reveals a brilliant, compassionate man who
completely disarms Royce. Against his better judgment, Royce finds himself
falling.
But can they find a way to make it work
when Royce’s past threatens to tear their lives apart? Their future hinges on a
lost Renaissance painting, six Bichon Frises, and a pornographic Robin Hood.
No worries, right?
Excerpt
Marc Foster rose from one of the outdoor
couches and came toward him with his right hand out. There was no missing how
he shifted his left hand slightly behind his body, but Royce already caught
sight of what looked like a bandage. He stood taller than Royce by several
inches, his shoulders broad, his body slim. He wore a fashionable suit that
probably cost more than a month of Royce’s salary.
But his damn face—that was going to be a
problem.
He had the most fascinating combination
of features Royce had ever seen. Sharp was the first description that came to
mind. He had thick, black, slanting eyebrows over piercing, blue eyes, bladed
cheekbones and chin—all of it coming together to form a stunning, intense face
that was completely belied by the softest-looking, fullest lips he’d ever seen.
The dichotomy of severe and overly sensual startled, sending a punch of
surprising lust into Royce’s gut. Marc wore his dark brown hair long on top,
and it looked like he’d been running his hands through it, because it curled
back off his face in soft waves with one strand falling over his eye.
It was the perfect length for gripping.
“Royce Karras?”
“Yes.” He wanted to say more, but he
felt momentarily tongue-tied and shocked. Rich playboys were far from the kind
of men he usually liked to get rowdy with, so his gut reaction to this one made
him feel off. He’d never been much of a talker, though. He hoped the man didn’t
want a chatterbox for a pretend boyfriend.
The smile that stretched those full lips
revealed teeth that went along with the program: sharp and flawlessly white.
But the smile softened his features, making him seem more welcoming.
And…somewhat devastating. Royce would
have no trouble pretending to be attracted to this man.
Marc nodded then, his gaze running down
Royce’s body.
Royce wondered what he thought as he
took in his black vest over the white button-down shirt tucked into dark jeans.
Black motorcycle boots completed the look. He’d also rolled up his sleeves,
leaving the tattoos on his left arm in plain sight. He’d trimmed his black
beard close to his chin. Normally, he wore the company’s polo or T-shirts on
jobs, but Andrei had asked him to “hot it up” a little so he’d appeal to a rich
playboy.
He watched that rich playboy now as he
eyed him, then turned back to Quinn. Royce followed his gaze to find his
coworker standing silently, watching them with a funny smile on his face.
“He will work,” Marc said in a
no-nonsense tone. “My acquaintances won’t question me wanting him.”
That particular word choice sent a blast
of heat to Royce’s groin, and he ruthlessly ignored it. But the image that had
surged into his mind had been this gorgeous, haughty man kneeling before him,
and that was harder to push aside. He’d look so pretty like that, his head
back, mouth open, waiting on instruction.
Royce knew, without a doubt, that he
could have this man on his knees, that he could easily overpower him despite
his taller form. If there was one thing that always played out in Royce’s
favor, it was the steely strength he carried in his compact body. It had been
the reason he’d been a very successful shylock for a bloodthirsty bookie in
Virginia. He came with the element of surprise—always underestimated, always
triumphant in a fight. He didn’t have the special martial arts training of a
lot of his coworkers, but that didn’t matter. There was something to be said
for sheer determination.
“You aren’t going to question if he’s
big enough to fight someone off for you?” Quinn asked. “He gets that a lot.”
Marc smirked and brought those astute
blue eyes back to him. “I have absolutely no doubt this man can protect me.
Anyone paying close enough attention would see that he could easily take them
down.”
Royce hoped the lust coating his last
three words was only in his own imagination. A quick glance at Quinn told him
it was not. And the IT guy was finding this situation highly amusing as he
lifted one eyebrow behind his black-framed glasses.
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Meet the Author
Who are Drake & Elliott? Jocelynn Drake and Rinda Elliott have teamed up to combine their evil genius to create intense gay romantic suspense stories that have car chases, shoot outs, explosions, scorching hot love scenes, and tender, tear-jerking moments. Their first joint books are in the Unbreakable Bonds series.
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