SWAT officer Cole can handle just about anything, until he rescues Brett—a man who makes him question all he’s ever believed about love.
As a member of the Las Vegas Police Department’s SWAT team, Cole has seen his fair share of danger, but he’s never taken a chance on love. He’s willing to have some fun when the mood strikes him, but he’s married to the job. Called in on a hostage situation, Cole is prepared for anything and everything… Except for the brave and beautiful Brett.
Brett has been burned before, most recently by Officer Parker McLean. He’s hoping to settle down in Vegas, perhaps find someone he can build a life with. The last thing Brett’s looking for is another man in uniform, but when he meets Cole, there’s an attraction that can’t be denied. He doesn’t expect to fall for the chiseled alpha, though.
What begins as nothing more than two people experiencing a great night together spirals into something far deeper. But will Brett be able to handle the stress that comes with having a lover who constantly puts his life in jeopardy? And can Cole risk his heart on an everyday hero, or will the job he knows so well remain his top priority?
About the Author
M/M Erotic Romance author Morticia Knight enjoys hot stories of men loving men forever after. They can be men in uniform, Doms and subs, rock stars or bikers - but they're all searching for the one (or two!) who was meant only for them.
When not indulging in her passion for books, she loves the outdoors, film and music. Once upon a time she was the singer in an indie rock band that toured the West Coast and charted on U.S. college radio. She is currently working on more installments of Sin City Uniforms, The Hampton Road Club, as well as the follow-up to Bryan and Aubrey's story from Rockin' the Alternative and Dylan and Zero from Biking Bad.
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Copyright © Morticia Knight 2015. All Rights Reserved, Totally Entwined Group Limited, T/A Pride Publishing.
SWAT team entry specialist Cole Silva peered through his binoculars at a young man, maybe early twenties, who stood on the roof of sixty-four floors’ worth of the Trump International Hotel. He lowered the glasses, taking in the scene of chaos surrounding him. The sun was beginning to set behind the hills to his right as he looked toward the Mirage Resort Casino. Cole raised the binoculars again. A gust of wind plastered a gray T-shirt tight against the suicidal man’s torso.
If Steve doesn’t get him away from the edge soon, the force of the winds alone will send him over.
Cole watched as the would-be jumper brushed a lock of dark hair out of his eyes then teetered, dangerously close to ending his own life. Cole waited for orders as he viewed the scene from the ground. The man appeared small, helpless.
Jesus, Steve. Hurry.
A call came in on his radio.
“Z8 at the roof now.”
The commander’s voice followed, “Roger, Z8, do the best you can.”
When the call had come in, Cole and the rest of the team had been skeptical that anyone could’ve made it onto the roof. Safety precautions were in place. It wasn’t as if the general public could go traipsing up to the top of the tower whenever they felt like it. Once they’d heard that the plea for help had come from one of the maintenance men who’d been held at gunpoint until he’d let the agitated man through, they’d realized that it wasn’t a hoax after all.
He knew Steve and the rest of the team were in position, so all he could do was wait. Raising the binoculars once more, he willed the man on the roof to step back. It was utter nonsense to believe his thoughts could change the outcome of the scene unfolding before him, but he couldn’t help it. Death for someone so young was difficult for him to take. There’d been plenty of horror that he’d witnessed in Kabul. Since working for the force, he’d also seen what happened to a body when it hit the ground at over a hundred miles per hour. He didn’t wish to see it again.
Less than two minutes after the radio fell silent, the boy on the edge turned to look behind him then extended his arms at his sides. Although they were too far away to hear, Cole felt sure the suicidal young man was screaming at Steve. This wasn’t his first rodeo.
Come on, kid, listen to reason.
LVMPD had set barriers around the area in order to keep the rapidly forming crowd at bay. The tourists always loved a good show, but he doubted they understood that whatever they witnessed should the jumper follow through on his intentions would scar them for life. A sea of uniforms moved quickly in an effort to control the situation, their primary goal being to prevent the need for a coroner.
Steve had to be successful.
The man on the roof lowered his arms a few moments later, moved a little farther back from the edge—though not far enough for comfort. He was still a threat to himself, but it appeared to Cole that Steve had made some progress. Within another couple of minutes, he was no longer within visual range from the ground and Cole assumed Steve had broken through the poor guy’s tortured mind. It was imperative that the commander not interrupt Steve during the delicate negotiations to find out.
Another half hour ticked by just before Cole’s radio went off again. “We’re coming down.”
Cole sighed, relief coursing through him. Whenever an operation went south, it would fuck with his head for days. Those around him wouldn’t know his inner battle—his emotional armor was a carefully constructed wall and a gift that was leftover from his Army Ranger days. If he wasn’t so passionate about his line of work, he wouldn’t wish the stress on anyone. But his career as an entryman for Las Vegas SWAT was what he did, it was what he knew.
The young man exited the building with Steve’s arm wrapped around his shoulders. Steve led him to an ambulance waiting at the scene so paramedics could check him out. When it seemed as if the near-suicide victim was safe and had been transported, Steve walked toward Cole, fist bumping a number of fellow SWAT team members as he made his way through the people standing between them.
Cole locked eyes with his. Once Steve got closer, Cole was able to whisper to him. “Same bat time, same bat place?”
Steve gave him a flirty wink. “Provided there aren’t any more emergencies, I get off as soon as I’m done typing up my report.”
“Try not to take too long.” Cole playfully whacked Steve on the ass, mindful that no one was glancing their way. “And let me handle the getting off part.”
Steve smiled, biting his lip as he walked away.
The man’s a constant tease.
Cole couldn’t wait to bite even more of him.
Cole parked his car in front of Steve’s apartment building. He still wore his uniform, the green-gray fabric stretched tight across his chest. He checked his hair in the rear-view mirror, smoothing the short cropped strands back before exiting the vehicle.
Cole took the elevator from the lobby to the fourth floor, anxious to de-stress with his friend and fuck buddy. With his copy of the key to Steve’s apartment, he unlocked the door to number four-one-eight. Steve lay on the couch, his feet propped up on the armrest facing the entrance. He wore a silky robe with a pattern of red roses and deep green vines. Cole chuckled at the dichotomy of the beefy hunk and the floral garment. The robe was open, the majority of the fabric draped along his sides. His smooth, toned body was bare. Cole’s cock hardened. He was ready to let go with Steve, to throw him on the bed then drill him through the mattress.
Steve grinned. “I just had to get out of those pants the second I got home.”
“I have no objections.” Cole unbuckled his belt. “It’s been a pretty long day, though. I’m thinking a shower’s in order.” It was Cole’s turn to grin.
Steve rose from the sofa. “Need company?”
Cole removed his shirt, letting it drop to the floor in a crumpled heap, then kicked off his shoes. Steve led the way to the bathroom, swaying his ass from side to side a bit too obviously. Cole continued to strip, allowing his clothes to litter the hallway as he strolled behind him, enjoying the show. By the time Steve opened the door to a large master bathroom, he was wearing more than Cole.
Steve headed for the shower. Cole moved up behind him, close, anxious. He pressed his large, rock-hard cock against the crack of Steve’s ass as Steve bent forward to turn on the water. After wrapping his hand around Steve’s hip, he dug in with strong fingers. The fabric of the silk robe felt cool at first, warming with the friction of Cole’s firm, slow motion.
After checking the temperature of the water, Steve straightened his body. “At least let me get naked.”
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
## Good read. I enjoyed this book for the most part. The plot was good, the writing superb and the two heroes had fantastic chemistry. My biggest complaint is that we have to experience one of the heroes having sex with others. THAT I didn't like, thus deducting a star from my rating. That just happens to be one of my pet peeves when reading. I like the sex to only be between the two leads. And believe me when I say hot sex!