Men of Smithfield: Mark and Tony

Men of Smithfield: Mark and Tony

by L.B. Gregg

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Men of Smithfield: Mark and Tony by L.B. Gregg

Coming home from work to find my boyfriend banging our hairy, married landlord—in our bed—was bad enough. Discovering Jamie had also cleaned out my bank accounts made it officially the worst day of my life. I think I can be forgiven for wanting revenge, even if a few little laws (and possibly Jamie's nose) got bent in the process.

Fortunately, the law is on my side in the form of my oldest friend, Tony Gervase. I've tried to deny my attraction to the sexy trooper for years. After all, he made it clear long ago that he wasn't interested in me that way. But if the hot encounter in his kitchen is any indication, he is now. At least the day is ending a whole lot better than it began...

But the morning after, the Jamie situation goes from bad to seriously messed up. The jerk's in more trouble than I could have imagined. And as it turns out, I don't know Tony as well as I thought I did either...

Previously published, newly revised by author.

36,000 words

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781426894176
Publisher: Carina Press
Publication date: 08/06/2012
Series: Men of Smithfield
Format: NOOK Book
Sales rank: 149,886
File size: 367 KB

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I stormed into St. Joe's at the height of the Noon Ash Wednesday Mass. Still dressed in my scrubs, I blew through those massive chapel doors like a gust of bitter February wind. I'd just seen Jamie's pretentious car parked in front of the church, and I figured he'd come to this penitential mass hoping for absolution. He sat in the third row, head bowed, his gloriously tousled mass of golden hair gleamed like a beacon of innocence next to the shining helmeted updo of his repressed, miraculously blonde mother.

I bypassed the ushers, ignoring the hello from Mrs. Banks, my seventh grade math teacher and the folded program she tried to place in my hand. Failing to genuflect or splash myself with holy water—it would have sizzled on contact—I marched straight down the center aisle. My red rubber Crocs squeaked my progress through the hushed, echoing chamber of the sanctuary. Heads turned as I passed, no doubt wondering who dared to clop down the tasteful Moravian tile in the midst of this somber service. It was officially the kickoff to Lent, and the house was packed with the well-dressed, good citizens of Smithfield.

Faces I'd known my entire life surrounded me, but I blocked them out. I'm sure that even Christ's eye was on me. The priest, Father David, droned the glum litany and looked my way for half a second, before dismissing me, as if he was the voice of reason and I, little Markie Meehan, needed to sit my ass down and get with the program.

Not happening.

I found a place in the pew behind Jamie and slid in. Glaring at the back of his head, I struggled with an overwhelming violence. Never in my life had I felt that kind of rage. I wanted to destroy him, not engage in some hissed conversation and exchange of keys. Fuck that. I was beyond civility. And Jamie DuPree wasn't stepping one Gucci-clad toe in to my apartment. Ever again. The prick.

As I clenched the book rack, my fingers brushed against the Bible proudly displayed there. Eyeing the curls that hugged Jamie's rough jaw, I slid the Good Book from its safe haven. The cracked leather felt worn, but the bulk was reassuring. Encouraging, even. So fueled by a boiling rage, I hauled back and gobsmacked that bastard as hard as I could in front of God and everyone.

The Bible hit the back of Jamie's head with a resounding thwack! and Jamie pitched forward. His beautiful face collided with the pew in front of us with a sick smack. He hit the wooden lip hard, the sound like a puck getting whacked by the high-priced stick he valued far too much, and he dissolved onto the tile.

My follow-through sent me into an awkward nosedive over the back of the pew and onto the maroon cushion. Legs kicking, ass high, my face came perilously close to landing in Mrs. Dupree's lap. I clambered to my feet, spewing outrage and fury and maybe a little filth.

"In our bed, you fucking bastard!" The words rang through the congregation as the entire community froze.

At least I assumed they were frozen. I wasn't paying attention to anyone except Jamie and his stiff mother. I had nearly landed on top of her when the cushion shifted under her skinny ass and she rose to her perfectly clad feet and clutched her pearls. Her sour-lemon lips pursed, and she stared me down with—and perhaps I imagined this—the glowing eyes of demonic satisfaction. "How dare you?"

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Men of Smithfield: Mark and Tony 4.1 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 7 reviews.
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This is my second MoS book but it won't be my last. Mark is absolutely crazy...but not in a silly/campy way...more like a my life is on a rollercoaster and there doesnt seem to be a way off crazy. From the moment he smacks Jaime over the head with a Bible during mass until the final love scene, I was hooked!!! I didn't really understand the conflict between Mark and Tony that led to them not being together....particularly since the big "rejection" seems to have happened over a decade ago and Mark's relationship with Jaime was recent. Also I would have expected Mark to take some Me time after everything resolved itself but the HEA apparently gets wrapped up in a couple of pages....if a little hurriedly. All these stories are standalone and the dialogue is amazing. Im happy to be introduced to a new author even if Im going to read through the booklist pretty fast :-)
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Just as fun and sexy the second time around! My only complaint is that in spite of being billed as revised, there's nothing new or expanded from the original AMP version.
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