DANGEROUS OBSESSION by TL Reeve

DANGEROUS OBSESSION by TL Reeve

I'd been through a ton of shit in my life. The guy I thought I loved left me, and the guy I thought was my friend, started stalking me. I found myself though when Mike came to me and offered me a job. Things were going good. My stalker seemed to back off and I began to live again.

However, that didn't last long. As Mike became more of a fixture in my life, my stalker became more obsessed. Now, stuck between my stalker and the man I could fall for, I had a decision to make.

Do I give up myself and go with Kyle, or do I make a stand and finally put my stalker to rest.

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~Excerpt~

 

After a shower and a quick shave, I was headed right back out the door. As I turned around, I ran straight into Kyle—literally. The door was closed behind me; my keys were in my hand. My heart pounded. Blood rushed through my veins as adrenaline and a healthy dose of fear mingled together.

 

“Didn’t you get the message at the theater, Kyle?” I tried to push past him, hoping he didn’t see the shake in my hand. He wouldn’t budge.

 

“Where did I go wrong with you, Fin? Didn’t I give you what you wanted? What you needed?” His eyes were heavy-lidded as his hand came up to cup my face. I cringed away from him. Kyle’s hand fell back to his side as he huffed out a breath of impatience.

“Didn’t I stand beside you when your parents called you all kinds of names and threw you out?”

I was paralyzed. If I opened the door he would follow me in. That wouldn’t be a good thing. “You did, Kyle. You were a great friend when I needed you most, but we weren’t anything else. We just didn’t click that way.” I tried to be easy with my words. I didn’t want him to lash out at me, especially when I didn’t have anyone around to help me.

“We clicked. You just got scared, baby,” he said, pressing me against my door. “We’ll work this out. Open the door. Let’s go inside.” Leaning in, his rotten breath puffed against my cheek.

“Hey Fin? You home?” Mike’s voice rumbled up from the courtyard. I closed my eyes and sent up a silent prayer of thanks.

 

“Yeah, I’m up here, Mike,” I called out. Never had I been so happy to hear his voice.

 

A few moments later, he bounded up the stairs. Kyle snarled; still close enough that I could feel his breath lick against my neck. “Hey, Kyle.” Mike brushed past him, wrapped his arms around me, and kissed me.

 

I died and went to heaven.

 

I gasped. Mike took that opportunity to deepen the kiss. His tongue pushed into my mouth. His fingers threaded through my hair, holding me still as he thoroughly devoured me. I whimpered against his lips, the full thickness of his erection pressing against my belly. When he finally pulled back, my head was spinning.

 

“What, uh…what was that for?” I blinked a few times, staring into his blue eyes. At some point during the kiss, I’d wound my arms around his neck.

“That was called saving your ass,” he whispered against my lips as he palmed my ass cheek and squeezed it.

 

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HOALEY INEXPLICABLE by Declan Sands

HOALEY INEXPLICABLE by Declan Sands

A Hoale Construction Mystery: Book 3

Bringing Bobby’s Gym into the twenty-first century should have been fun. But the dead guy draped over the weight machine definitely took the joy out of it!

The Hoale Construction gang has taken on the task of bringing Bobby’s Gym into the twenty-first century. But the dead guy hanging from the new lat machine is putting a serious crimp in their timeline.

When Bobby becomes the number one suspect for the murder, Adam and the gang are forced to try and clear him. But who is the guy? And was Bobby really the last one to see him alive?

Questions only seem to multiply the deeper they dig. Until they uncover a connection with a group of thugs who call themselves the Indiana Mobsters. Things just continue to spiral downward from there.

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The guard behind him shoved him inside and the other guard slammed the door closed. He heard the sound of a key turning in the lock and ran to the door. The knob wouldn’t turn. He pounded on the door with his fists. “I want a lawyer!”

“That won’t be necessary, Señor Hoale.”

Adam whipped around, his heart in his throat. A man stood at the back of the room, half in the shadows. He wore an ugly dark blue uniform with a wide black belt around his waist. A black, military style hat dipped low over his face, showing only a square jaw and strong chin, which was decorated by a sexy little goatee. “Who the hell are you?”

The man pushed away from the wall and started toward him, his gloved hands coming into view. He held a short, black leather whip in one hand. “I’m your worst nightmare.”

The bad movie line was delivered with a decidedly Hispanic accent. Had Adam somehow gotten on the wrong side of the Mexican police? Not easy to do when you live in Indiana. He swallowed hard. “Look, I don’t know what’s going on…”

“Shut up, Señor Hoale.” The man’s gruff voice seemed somehow familiar and Adam tilted his head, trying to get a better look at him under the hat. The stranger walked with a slight limp, his right leg not bending as well as the left. Adam frowned. He didn’t know anybody with a limp.

The other man stopped in front of him and stuck the whip under Adam’s chin, forcing his gaze upward. “Nothing you can say right now will help and you’ll only piss me off so I’d advise you to keep your mouth closed and listen.”

Adam experienced a strong sense of déjà vu. He tried to lower his chin to get a look at the man again. The whip tightened against his chin. The man pressed closer, his lips stopping close enough to Adam’s ear that it tickled when he spoke. “You are a very sexy man, Señor Hoale.”

Adam blinked, frowned, and started to rebuke the other man. But when the stranger cupped his crotch in one, black-gloved hand, Adam coughed out a laugh, finally realizing why the words and the persona seemed so familiar. It was corrupt Police Commander Cristiano Inocente from Dirk’s last action film, Murder Especial.

Adam grinned. “I’m gonna kick your ass, Commander.”

Dirk’s tongue slipped out and tasted the rim of Adam’s ear. “I don’t think so, guapo. You will scream like a girl as I take you from behind.” The whip slipped down his throat and shoved past the buttons on his shirt, rubbing his nipples until they were rigid.


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