Meet Gavin in Heather’s newest M/M standalone romance!
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Blurb
All Gavin Walker, bass player for the multi-platinum selling
band, Sphere of Irony, wants to do is surf, play music, and occasionally get
laid. The problem is that Gavin has a stalker. A potentially deadly one. The
threats he receives always mention something about Gavin being gay, which isn't
public knowledge since the record label wants to keep it quiet.
Mitch Hale used to track serial killers for the FBI. A
live-changing incident led him to quit the bureau and start his own company
providing computerized security for Los
Angeles California
When Gavin's manager hires Mitch to find the stalker, the
men instantly hate each other. Despite the constant fighting, attraction
between the two blazes hot, confusing the former FBI agent. Spending time with
Gavin forces Mitch reflect on what he's denied about himself for the last ten
years. Listening to Mitch's plan to catch a madman thrusts Gavin's personal
life out in the open for the entire world to see.
Can Gavin and Mitch stop fighting long enough to stop a
stalker before someone gets hurt? Or will they stubbornly resist the feelings
that develop when they're forced to work together?
This is book 3 in a 4 part series. It is a spin-off of the
Famous Series. These can be read as standalones.
Excerpt #1 : Gavin Meets Mitch
Before I can ask any more questions, there’s a knock and the
door opens a crack. “Mr. Evans, Mr. Hale is here.”
“Send him in please, Donna.” Ross stands and adjusts his
suit, straightening out the cuffs and fixing his expensive tie until it lays
just so.
I rake a hand over my hair, but it’s pointless. I’m lucky I
bothered to shower this morning after my company left. I’m sure I look like
shit—with the lack of sleep and the constant stress I’m surprised I don’t look
worse.
Good genes, I guess. I frown at the thought of my father.
I can hear Donna outside. “Go right on in.”
The door opens and a man enters. No, not just a man. A
gorgeous man. Stunning, actually. For the second time in five minutes, my jaw
hangs open.
The man is a study in opposites. His hair, swept back from
his face and so dark it’s nearly black, is paired with bright slate grey eyes,
a color I’ve never seen before. He looks rugged and dangerous, as if he could
kill a man with his bare hands. Yet he’s wearing a tailored and expensive
charcoal grey suit that showcases his body to perfection. He’s rough and he’s
polished.
And I can’t stop staring.
“Mr. Hale, thank you so much for coming on such short
notice.”
Ross has circled the table and is shaking the man’s hand.
“Call me Mitch, please.”
Jesus, even his voice is hot. Deep and silky, it’s as smooth
as fine whiskey.
“This is Gavin Walker,” Ross introduces me, stepping aside.
It takes both of them staring at me and an uncomfortably
long silence for me to realize I’m still gawking. Embarrassed, I snap my mouth
shut.
“Sorry.” Jumping up from my chair, I extend a hand. “Gavin
Walker. Thanks for coming.”
He clasps his hand around mine, large and hot and coarse,
and pumps it firmly. “Mitch Hale, good to meet you. Wish it were under better
circumstances.”
He smiles and I have the sudden urge to rub myself all over
his beautiful, hard body. Heat spreads up from our joined hands, sending a
flush of pleasure over my skin.
Mitch clears his throat and glances down where I’m still
clutching his hand. Shit. I let go, flinching back in humiliation. I jam my
hand into the pocket of my jeans, fingering the smooth, heart-shaped stone I
keep there.
“Let’s sit.” Ross directs Mitch to the conference table.
“Drink?”
Mitch holds up a hand. “I’m good.” I catch the slightest
twitch in one of Mitch’s intriguing eyes.
“Okay. Here is the file we have so far.” Ross pushes a
folder across the table.
Mitch opens it, scanning the contents. Waiting for him to
read about the stalker that’s been harassing me is humiliating, yet it gives me
a chance to study the man further. I should resist staring, but I can’t. He’s
too gorgeous to ignore.
I flick my gaze over to Ross, who is busy returning emails
on his laptop. Good. I don’t want Ross to catch me ogling the new guy. When my
eyes land back on Mitch, I have to hold in a groan.
This guy is trying to kill me.
As he flips through the pages in the file—photos, descriptions,
police reports—the end of his very wet, very pink tongue pokes out between his
lips. Every once in a while, it sneaks back in so he can pull that lush red
bottom lip between his teeth, biting on it in concentration.
Jesus. As subtly as I can, I shift on the chair to adjust
the semi pressing against my pants.
More contradictions. That tongue, the biting of the lip,
both so playful and innocent against the serious image he projects with the
suit and the perfectly styled hair and the—I inhale deeply—hint of designer
aftershave.
Suddenly, Mitch closes the folder and sits up, folding his
hands on top of it. I jerk away, sitting back in my chair instead of leaning
halfway over the table like a besotted teenage girl.
“This man is not to be taken lightly,” he cautions, his
intelligent gaze traveling back and forth between Ross’ and mine.
Ross closes his laptop, giving Mitch his full attention.
“We’re not taking it lightly. Gavin has security with him at all times since
the…” Ross glances at me, “the incident in New York
“And before that?” Mitch asks. I stare at the hard line of
his jaw then drop my eyes down to the curve of his throat where it disappears
into the top of his crisp dress shirt. I pray that he doesn’t see the way my
hands shake or the heat prickling my face as lust washes over me.
“Before that we weren’t documenting anything we received,
just throwing them away. They were mostly letters, gifts…” Ross trails off.
“But no involvement by law enforcement?”
My eyes bounce back and forth between the two men.
Ross sighs. “Not until the New York
Mitch nods. “I understand. I’m not judging. I’m just trying
to get a feel for what I’ll be dealing with. That includes how long law
enforcement has been checking into this guy.”
“Not long,” I whisper, surprised to hear myself speak. I’m
used to being discussed as if I’m not in the room. It comes with the
job—decisions made for you without your input.
Two sets of eyes focus on me and I feel my cheeks blaze hot.
That intense grey stare has me squirming, and this time it’s not from
embarrassment. Another rush of heat ripples down my spine. I run my hands
through my hair to catch the beads of sweat that have popped up on my temples.
Mitch opens his mouth to say something then snaps it shut.
He blinks a few times before speaking. “Tell me how this began, Gavin. What
you’ve noticed personally.”
“Shit, how long do you have?” I scoff.
The corner of Mitch’s mouth quirks up. “I have time.” He
puts two fingers into the collar of his shirt and tugs gently.
The subtle motion brings images of Mitch tearing off his
clothes, sending another wave of sizzling need through me. Nodding, I take a
sip of water to cool down the desire inspired by Mitch’s proximity.
Ross’ cell phone rings, startling me. I fumble with the
glass, nearly spilling it.
“Damn. Sorry.”
This time, Mitch smiles. My eyes fixate on that mouth as his
lips part to reveal two rows of perfect teeth.
“I have to take this,” Ross confesses. He glances over. “You
okay to do this without me?”
No. I’m not okay. You’re going to leave me in a room with
one of the hottest guys I’ve ever seen while I’m a nervous, blundering wreck.
That’s what I’m thinking. What I say isn’t even close.
“Yeah. I’m good.”
Ross stares at Mitch. “I’ll be back to discuss the specifics
of your contract.”
“No problem,” Mitch agrees. Leaning back in his chair, he
crosses one ankle over his knee.
Holy—
Now he’s given me a direct view of his crotch, hugged tight
by those tailored grey slacks. There’s a lot to look at. Jesus. If what I’m
seeing isn’t an illusion, he is hung. I don’t realize that I’m staring right at
Mitch’s dick until his leg drops and he leans forward, elbows on his knees.
“It’s okay to be nervous.”
Blinking, I look up to see those deep gunmetal eyes waiting
patiently for me to respond.
“Ummmm, I’m not nervous.”
I am, but not for the reasons you think.
Mitch puts his large hands back up on the table, his eye
twitching again. “Do you mind if I get a drink?” He gestures towards the tray
Donna set out.
“Not at all.”
“So,” he continues as he removes his jacket, hangs it over
his chair, and circles the table. “Tell me about the letters.”
Mitch picks up a mug, turning his back to me to prepare his
coffee. My mouth goes dry at the sight of his perfect, round ass showcased by
the tight grey fabric that clings to every curve.
“Gavin?”
I can’t do this here with him. Alone. With that ass, those eyes,
and the scent of whatever cologne he’s wearing. My brain won’t function
properly while bombarded from all sides by filthy sexual fantasies starring
Mitch.
“I-I forgot. I have somewhere to be.”
Jumping up, I catch a surprised expression on Mitch’s face
right before I bolt out the door.
Our Review
Review by: Jennifer
(4 stars)
Resist is actually book 3 in a series, so I kind of dropped in the middle, BUT this still could be read as a standalone as it was the other couples in the previous books, so I was only lost as to their situations. I'm not sure if this was the first M/M book for the author, but I thought it was done wonderfully. Some authors try too hard when it comes to changing from the traditional M/F into M/M but this flowed seamlessly and had some really awesome sexy time scenes.
Gavin, a member of a famous rock band, is being stalked, liked creepy stalked!! Mitch is an ex FBI agent who was hired to protect him and figure out the who and why of this situation. Gavin has never hidden that he was gay, he just didn't advertise it. Bad press for the band according to the label.
Mitch, well that was a bit confusing. At one point the author stated that apparently Mitch was so far in the closet that he didn't know there was one, to he had been gay forever, just a little bit of plot error I believe on the authors part.
When Mitch is forced to...come out, in hopes of drawing in the stalker, things get crazy, the good crazy. This wasn't a bad read overall. It had drama, hot sexy times, and mystery. I give it 4 stars.
Mitch dresses down for Gavin’s public appearance.
I catch the tail end of Gavin’s conversation and come down
the stairs in time to see him hang up his phone.
“I need to discuss something with you in the car,” I mention
as I hit the bottom step.
Gavin whirls around and chokes at the sight of me. His eyes
bug out of his head like a cartoon character and his mouth drops open. Then… he
bursts into laughter. The little shit. Honest to god, full belly,
tears-in-his-eyes laughter.
“What?” I snap. If he hadn’t started laughing I would have
sworn I saw desire on his face when I came down the stairs. Hell, his tongue
practically rolled out of his mouth.
“W-what on earth? I-I mean…” The laughter continues.
I cross my arms and scowl, waiting for him to stop acting
like a brat. “Are you done?”
Gavin wipes his eyes. “I don’t know, Mitch. What the hell?”
He points at me, waving his hand up and down my body. “What are you wearing?”
I scoff. “We’re going to be late. Can I catch you up in the
car?” Annoyed at the fact that Gavin is still giggling like a schoolgirl, I
snatch my keys off the foyer table and stomp outside to wait on the front step.
“Oh god,” he whispers in a husky voice as he follows behind
me.
“What?” I yell, whirling around until we’re nose to nose. I
know I’m being unprofessional, but I can’t help myself. He’s being such a dick.
“Am I too embarrassing to be seen with? Am I not good enough for the perfect
Gavin Walker?”
“No!” Gavin responds to my accusations, holding up a hand to
keep me from crashing into him.
I pull back, still furious. “I need to lock the door,” I
snarl.
“Jesus, Mitch. What the fuck?” Gavin backs away from the
door, heading towards the car.
I shouldn’t care what he thinks. This is work.
After locking up and pulling the car out of the driveway, I
feel like the world’s biggest jerk.
“Sorry for yelling,” I say at the same time Gavin mumbles,
“Sorry for laughing.”
“Christ,” I chuckle. “Aren’t we a pair?”
“Yeah,” he agrees. “So,” I can see Gavin check out my
clothing again from the corner of my eye. “What is with the outfit?”
“Is it that bad?” I ask, biting my bottom lip as I glance
over at all six feet plus of beautiful blonde man reclining in the passenger
seat.
“No! Not at all. I’m just not used to seeing you like…this,”
he says, waving his hand at my clothes again.
“Like what?”
Here we go again. I’m getting all offended. And why? Because
he doesn’t like my clothes? Why the hell do I care?
Gavin lets out a long, tortured breath. “All sexy, okay?
Shit.” He looks out the side window, hiding his face. I see a crimson blush
spread over the one visible cheek and ear.
“Oh.” I grin. “So I’m sexy?” I tease. That explains his
mixed reaction.
Gavin barks out a laugh, still staring out the passenger
window. “Yeah, like you don’t know that.”
He thinks I’m sexy? For some reason that has me inherently
pleased. More pleased than I should be but hell, it’s not everyday you get your
ego stroked by a rock star. A gorgeous one at that.
Aaaaand, I shove that right back into the nifty little space
in my brain that’s storing up all the thoughts I want to deny ever having.
It’s getting crowded in there.
I clear my throat. “Honestly, the outfit is because I just
couldn’t bear the thought of even one more day in a damn suit and tie.” I
shudder. Gavin tilts his head in my direction. He’s listening, so I continue.
“I felt like I was choking to death. It was too much like being back at the
bureau. I just…Let’s just say I didn’t want any reminders of my time there,
okay?”
“What does that mean, then? If you aren’t my bodyguard, and
you aren’t management, who are you?” Gavin asks.
I force a grin on my face, feeling like I might just twitch
right out of my skin. Gavin might not be pleased with my solution.
“I’m your date.”
In The Series
Incite (Book One) The Sphere of Irony Series
Strike (Book Two) The Sphere of Irony Series
About the Author
Heather C Leigh
After growing up in New England, I currently live just
outside Atlanta , GA.
I love the Red Sox and hate the Yankees.I love hot, sexy romance novels, but hate long, drawn out misunderstandings as a plot line.
I love book series, but hate cliffhangers.
I love alpha males, but hate when they borderline on abusive.
Mostly? I love love love chocolate.
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