Cyclops (Watchdogs 1) by Gale Stanley
Cover art: Bryan Keller
Genres: Paranormal, Werewolves, Gay, Action
Adventure & Suspense, New Releases, Romance
Length: Novella
Page Count: 43
Blurb:
Ray Miller
finds his calling in the Army, but an explosion in Afghanistan takes his left
eye and his career. Set adrift, he turns to alcohol, until an old army buddy
shows up and offers Ray a job. Now Ray has a secret identity. He puts his
combat skills to use as Cyclops, a paid assassin who rids the government of bad
guys.
Then, one day
a chance meeting sets off sparks, and Ray falls for a man who could destroy
him. Hooking up with a cop is reckless, but the sex rocks Ray’s world. How long
can he hide his secrets before the hitman becomes the target?
Excerpt:
Mission
accomplished. A simple in and out job, take aim at the target and pull the
trigger. Now it was time to vanish, lie low and keep my head down. I usually
played by the rules, but tonight I didn’t want to be alone. Danger is an
aphrodisiac and I was one anxious horndog. I didn’t sniff trouble in the wind,
so I went to Jared’s apartment, where I could keep my head down and suck his
cock at the same time.
My digital
car clock said three am when I pulled into a dark spot behind Jared’s building.
He’d be asleep, so I let myself in with the key he’d given me. I shed my
clothes in the living room and left them on the floor. I wanted to slip into
bed beside Jared and surprise him. Quiet as a church mouse, I opened the
bedroom door. A floorboard creaked as I stepped over the threshold. The light
came on, blinding me for a few seconds.
Jared sat up
and looked daggers at me. “Do you know what time it is, Ray?”
I grinned
sheepishly. “Time to get busy?”
“What were
you doing until 3 am?”
“Missing
you.”
“Right.”
Jared threw a pillow at me. “Go home, Ray.”
I picked up
the pillow and walked over to the bed. “Don’t be such a sourpuss.” I tucked the
pillow behind his back. Yawning, I scrubbed a hand through my regulation cut,
two inches of hair on the top of my head, and tapered down the sides and back.
I like to leave a little for Jared to pull on. The thought made my dick even
harder.
Jared lay
down and put an arm over his face. “I have to get up for work in a few hours.
Lock the door on your way out.”
I sat on the
bed and slid my hand under the sheet. Jared’s limp dick didn’t budge when I
made contact. Damn, he really was pissed. “Okay, go to sleep. I’ll just lie
next to you.”
“I don’t want
you here, Ray.”
My temper
rose, but I tamped it down. I have a short fuse but I try to lengthen it around
Jared. A few slow deep breaths calmed me down. I pulled Jared’s arm back and
stared at his face. His eyes were closed and it was hard to tell if he meant
what he said. “Look at me, babe.”
Reluctantly,
he opened his eyes. God, he was gorgeous. Honey brown hair framed high
cheekbones and emerald green eyes. “Come on, babe, you know you don’t mean it.”
Jared and I
had been together for eight months, and I’d gotten used to having a steady
fuck, or as steady as it could be in my line of work. I didn’t see Jared as
much as he would have liked, and the longer we were together, the harder it was
to explain my absences. But, nothing worthwhile came easy and I was determined
to keep him. I liked knowing Jared was there when I needed him. And right then,
I needed him bad.
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Author Bio and Links
Gale Stanley grew up in Philadelphia PA. She was the kid who always had
her nose in a book, her head in the clouds, and her hands on a pad and pencil.
Some things never change.
Happy Reading!
Thanks for having me! Happy Reading!
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