Thursday, February 11, 2016

Our Long Goodbye

My wife has Lewy Body disease, a fatal combination of Alzheimer’s and Parkinson’s. The disease progresses slowly, like Alzheimer’s, providing time to prepare for the inevitable end within one to eight years. I am learning the hard way what such preparation means, and I share some thoughts about that below.

Execution of a Last Will and Testament (LWT). That was the first item we accomplished. That also involved collecting all the titles, contracts, deeds, and the like into one folder behind the LWT, but we have yet to add the codicil. The codicil assigns specific items to specific recipients. I believe it is the most difficult part of planning for the end. Homes, vehicles, money, boats, and such are easy to distribute because those things have a limited life; however, fine jewelry and works of art can last forever if properly cared for. Distributions of those items to people or organizations who will appreciate them require difficult decisions. Other documents of this type are collection of organ and brain donation forms, and the associated preparation for moving her body to locations where organ extraction and autopsy can be performed. Some of these forms can only be executed by me after her death, but the process needs to be defined clearly so everything she wants done can be accomplished quickly when the time comes. 

Learning the paperwork of living. Where are all the bank accounts and investments? What are the usernames and passwords for everything accessed online? Which bills are paid automatically and who receives checks for payment? Where are the tax records? What specific help can I expect from the Long Term Health Insurance? Can we file for Social Security disability? Can we file for retirement benefits from my wife’s former company, even though she is relatively young? The list is long and arduous. My wife has always managed our paperwork, but that must now change. I hate paperwork, but, as her condition advances, I must now pick up the slack. It was, in fact, her declining ability to handle financial records on her computer that were the first outward sign of the progression of the disease. Even though her vocabulary, social functions, and memory remain mostly intact, her cognition impairment and vision issues prevent any type of concentrated decision making, like tax preparation, defining file systems, or mathematics of any kind.

Personal care transition. Some things are obvious, like the need to install a bench in the shower and to take over management of her medications. Some things are not, like the need to learn how to cut her hair and do her makeup. I do not yet need to do her hair and makeup, but the time is coming when I will. My wife has always been fastidious. It is only right that I maintain that part of her life after she loses the ability to do it herself. I am also looking into purchasing a GPS tracking watch. “Wandering” is common as LBD progresses, and I want to be able to track her if she slips out of the house. We are not at that stage yet, but we both know it is coming. I have also brought a treadmill and free weights into our bedroom. Every pamphlet we read stresses the need to increase blood flow to the brain by regular exercise, and we are doing that. We are also transitioning to a Mediterranean diet, as recommended. No part of life is left untouched by this sinister disease. I need to learn to cook much more than I do now.
Buoying the spirit. Perhaps the most difficult aspect of being in a downward death spiral is trying to keep her spirit up. A very real part of having a dying brain is that she is fully aware of it. She remembers how bright her spark was in the past, and is deeply frustrated when confronted with tasks that were easy in the past but now baffle her. I cannot imagine the depth of her grief and internal turmoil when dealing with this. The frustration is overwhelming and leads to tears at every turn. The tears are not a passing phase. The frustration is constantly facing her because the decline is slow and ever present. I try to remove all tasks from her life that could lead to any encounter with frustration, but it is difficult to know when the next obstacle will appear. Because the interface between her optic nerve and brain is impacted, she requires medication to calm the hallucinations…and she can no longer drive. The loss of freedom of movement is heartbreaking, but it is just the beginning. Each small slip in cognition is met with a flood of tears from both of us. Above all, we know she will, at some point, lose her memory of me, and I will be a stranger to her. For me, that is perhaps the hardest part of this terrible disease. With cancer, heart disease, and the like, the patient often knows their loved ones right up to the end. With dementia that is not the case. I rue the time when she stares at me with a wondering look on her face as if to ask, “Who are you?” But even that, I fear, will be better than what come next—the Parkinson’s stare.
As the beauty of life becomes more precious to us both, we are determined to have good times while we can despite the obstacles. We just returned from the International Snow Sculpting competition in Breckenridge, CO, and are now planning a trip to Florida where we will visit my daughter before embarking on a cruise out of Cape Canaveral. The best way to keep depression at bay, in my opinion, is to fill each day with activities we both enjoy. We attend movies twice a week, take long walks whenever we can and schedule game nights with friends who understand that gentle kibitzing is an ongoing necessity. This will be our long goodbye, and we will say it with as much dignity as possible.
Wishing all of you the very best,

James L. Hatch (http://www.amazon.com/James-L.-Hatch/e/B005CQB6E6)

Wednesday, February 10, 2016

February Releases for Jennifer Kacey

3 releases this month!!! Just that line sounds so dirty!!!
OKAY onto the good stuff!!

1. Discipline and Desire in the February issue of Penthouse Magazine! Pg 110. So filthy!!

2. Zeke's Pitstop available Tuesday Feb 2.9.2016!!

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Kinky sex in a pitstop bathroom. One of Zeke’s dirtiest fantasies. Being himself could cost him everything or win him the submission of the one woman who truly matters. His wife.

Zeke has found himself standing in the position to fulfill his every wicked, kinky fantasy. The person giving him the keys to his freedom? His wife. Aslan. The one person he promised to protect, honor and cherish. Protect. Even from himself. Especially from himself and the cravings running through his veins.
But she said she wanted him to drop his self-imposed chain and let his monster out of its cage. But what if his wants are too much? Too sick? Too dirty? What if he pushes her away? What if he scares her?
What if he doesn’t?
Can she truly handle his needs and desires? Or will his demands change their lives forever, morphing an amazing love into something horrible that he will hate himself for?
He’s standing at the precipice of everything he’s ever dreamed, but thought was out of reach. To take the next step is up to him. Play it safe or finally be real with the only woman who has ever truly mattered?
Their answer is only a pitstop away…

This is the second short story in a serial release all featuring Aslan and Zeke. A married couple looking for more and finding it in the arms of each other. There will be nine stories total, with one being released every couple months. Short kinky stories meant to tantalize and excite you. May you fall in love with love and everything that word means to your fantasies…

3. Broken Silence #42 in the BlackHillsWolves world available 2.26.2016!!!

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More than a decade before, when Paul was nothing but a child, fate dealt him a hand he couldn’t win. Silenced him forever for speaking out against the former Alpha, stole his destiny, and robbed him of his place in the pack.

Presley Ginger, a tiny human female, couldn’t have been further from what he expected to walk into the bar and alter his future. But he couldn’t tell her anything about his wolf or his shift. Nothing. Bound by a direct order from the enforcer to keep her in the dark, his need for her would never see the light of day. Then the moon rose above him in the presence of his mate and changed everything.

For years, in the background is where he stayed, unable to find his voice. Until his rainbow-haired mate showed up in the Black Hills—with the answer in her hands.

Decadently Yours,
Jennifer Kacey



Jennifer Kacey is a writer, mother, and business owner living with her miniman in Texas. She sings in the shower, plays piano in her dreams, and has to have a different color of nail polish every week. The best advice she’s ever been given? Find the real you and never settle for anything less.

Tuesday, February 9, 2016

Maggie Walsh's Angel Pack Saga Continues on March 7th, 2016.

Shelby has been M.I.A for months. He was being held prisoner by his demented father as the man tried to torture information from him. But Shelby refused to tell his father what he wanted. Using his special powers, that his father didn’t even know he had, Shelby manages to escape and makes his way to his king’s coven. When Shelby confesses his secrets to Dante about who he really is, Dante decides Shelby would be safer at the Angel Pack house.
  While hiding out there, Shelby finds his mate, but he doesn’t want him. After the life he has lived and knowing that everyone in the paranormal world would love to get their hands on him if they found out exactly what he can do, Shelby doesn’t trust anyone. He rejects his mate and refuses to even talk to him.
   Xander tries to attack Jesse when he thinks he has hurt his mate, but Micah steps in and a fight between the two huge wolves ensues. Shelby thinks his mate is an idiot for trying to attack the Alpha Prime’s mate and walks away from Xander. 
    Xander is confused by Shelby’s actions. How can his mate reject him when he doesn’t even know him? And he won’t even give Xander a chance. Xander knows that Shelby’s excuse for not wanting him because Xander has been with a lot of men, is not the true reason. Neither of them can change their past’s, but they can move on and at least get to know each other.
  When Minos and his soldiers attack the pack house, destroying everything they love, the pack must band together to fight. But when Shelby goes missing will Xander find him in time to save him? Or will Xander even try to find Shelby, knowing that his mate doesn’t want him?

Monday, February 8, 2016

Revisiting the Past

Recently it has become all the rage to bring back old television shows. I guess its always been going on, just usually they were completely new shows with similar ideas. Like all the different batman or superman shows and movies, each created with their own levels of success. But now they've started to bring back the same exact show, with the same writers, directors and actors as they had before.

And I couldn't be happier. I love television series. I love sticking with the same characters and seeing how they evolve. I get so attached to them I don't want to say good bye. And especially with shows that didn't get a fair shake the first time around, its great to see them get a second chance.

The most recent show to be revitalized has been the X-files. I'm not embarrassed to admit I'm a huge sci-fi nerd. I even blame my writing ambitions on it my love for these creative fantastic stories, even though I don't write sci-fi. I still believe watching old sci-fi shows with my dad is where the idea to tell my own stories comes from. And I loved the X-files when they first came out. So you can imagine how excited I was when they announced it was coming back.

With the new episodes streaming, and excitement in the air, I decided to start watching the old episodes that I'd originally loved so much. Its been years since I've seen them. More than ten for sure, and maybe even longer, so for most episodes I remember only rough storylines and glimmers of ideas. Its almost like starting from scratch, for the first time.

After I got over the now ancient looking graphics, their brick sized cellphones and VHS tapes, I was amazed to find out how much I'd either forgotten or never picked up on the first time around. Given that I was in elementary school when the original pilot aired, its probably not a huge surprise that I missed a few things here and there, especially when it came to the racier aspects of the show (am I the only one that missed how much porn Mulder watches?).

But the whole exercise got me to thinking. If I missed these kind of subtle clues and hints from a show I loved, what else have I missed. What stories have I ignored? What plot turns or character details have escaped my notice from my own works?

After watching these old episodes I've become inspired to take a look at all my old works, see what sparks a new prospective. If watching an old TV show can seems so different to me, now that I'm a few years older and wiser, what can I discover about my own work with a little bit of time and space as well.

I'll keep you posted on my progress. Who knows, it just might lead to a whole new discovery for my writing. My own stories. It might just be my own X-files in the making. Only time will tell what impact I can make, on my writing and my life, by revisiting the past.

Sunday, February 7, 2016

I'm sick...from Harlie

Forgive me but I've been sick the past 10 days.  Started in my chest, then the head and just when I thought I had a handle on it...BAM!  It's just allergies but I swear allergies are worse than the flu.  You fight every day to NOT get sick and you are exhausted at the end of the day.

Plus, I've been working all week and I'll be working the next two weeks, too.  I love working but I would like to not use an entire Kleenex box a day at school.  Or feel like a lung is coming out of the chest.  Good news, I'm sleeping all night long.

On the blogging front, effective March 1st Harlie's Books will no longer be doing reviews for tour companies.  I will, however, still read and review.  The reviews will be posted on Amazon instead.  I feel like this is a better use of my time and effort.  Baseball season has officially started so I'll be at ball fields and working a lot so something had to give.

Oh and I'm judging for RWA chapters, too.  I do this every year and I love it.

That's the Harlie update and I'm sorry it's not that important.  Sickness has overtaken me...

Saturday, February 6, 2016

Valentine's Day romance... one sweet, one sizzling... #RB4U #MFRWauthor

Her Secret Admirer
The Conversation Cards

One sweet, one sexy - both passionate and guaranteed to make you smile!

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Two very different stories of love and passion. In Brigit Aine’s enchanting tale, Her Secret Admirer, love is being discovered, with all its magic and mystery and hope… and in the second movement of the Duet, The Conversation Cards, two people already involved in their passionate love affair learn new things about each other, and reaffirm their bond.

Pas de Deux: Her Secret Admirer – Love is often found when it’s least expected. Cindy is working hard at making her business a success, and at her side offering solid support is Will. When she arrives home one evening to find a Valentine Love Coupon taped to her door, a romantic game of dreams and hope begins as her Secret Admirer begins a courtship that will win her heart long before she knows his name…

Pas de Deux: The Conversation Cards – Two modern lovers, living often separate lives, discover that making time for their relationship isn’t always easy. A whimsical, spur of the moment purchase of a Valentine novelty evokes an open and honest conversation that makes their secret getaway an even more romantic rendezvous, and renews hope for a future that is the stuff of dreams…

Excerpt: The Conversation Cards

“What’s this?” He leaned forward and pulled out the slim deck of cards that was on the table next to the sofa.

“I bought them when I stopped at a store on the way up here,” she said, taking the small box from him. She shook out the slender deck and showed them to him. “Each one has a question on it, it’s a game for Valentine’s Day. Want to play?”

“What’s the purpose?” Suspicion and amusement vied for dominance in his expression as he looked at her.

“They’re called The Conversation Cards, they’re meant to stimulate talking to each other,” she said.

“I can think of better stimulations, sweetheart.” He laughed.

She rolled her eyes and selected a card. “What’s the first thing you notice in a person?”

“Is there a point to this?”

She made a face at him. “It’s a game of sorts, allowing you to get to know things about the person you’re with,” she said. “It wouldn’t pain you to play along, would it?”

He took the card from her and looked at it. White and red, simple and sweet. The kind of thing teenagers might enjoy, and yet there was something very sweet about the hearts and red script. He shrugged.

“The first thing I noticed about you was your honesty,” he told her. “But that was in your letters. When we met, I noticed the light in your eyes. You were so alive and filled with passion.” He leaned forward and touched her cheek, his thumb tracing the curving slope. “You still don’t seem to understand how much beauty that can create in a woman, or how seductive it is to a man.”

“Is that what you always notice about a person?” She smiled, and waited.

“Mostly, yes.”

She laughed. “We’ll leave it at that, I think,” she said with a wink. “Your turn to pick a card.” She handed him the deck, and watched him shuffle the cards.

He selected one and read it, “What is your most cherished possession?”

She gave it some serious thought and leaned on the back of the sofa, head resting against her hand. “I think that would be your heart, but I don’t think that’s the real question.”

He grinned. “Good answer, though.”

“If it’s material possessions, it would be the doll my dad gave me when I was four. I still have her, as you know.”

He nodded. “Yes, sitting in the middle of your bed, as I recall. I don’t think she approves of me.”

Laughter filled the space between them, and she hugged him. “She approves, trust me! It’s being tossed on the floor by you that upsets her,” she concluded with a wink.

Another card was drawn and she read it, then looked at him.

“Well?” he prompted.

Read more....

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Friday, February 5, 2016

Isn't It Romantic?

Valentine’s Day is upon us once again. It’s the time of year that florists and the people who make Godiva chocolates dream about. Aside from Christmas this is probably make-or-break season for the folks at Hallmark, too.

Cupid’s Big Day falls on a Sunday this year and it coincides with President’s Day, which is a holiday for many people. What could be more fitting than a romantic weekend getaway with your special someone (in some cases, your spouse)? Hotels, spas and restaurants are hoping to cash in by offering package deals. Of course, if you haven’t booked something by now, good luck.

Casinos have sprung up throughout Ohio since we legalized gambling a few years ago. One of them is offering a deal that includes a hotel room, dinner in one of the restaurants, and some tokens to tempt you into the game room. This set-up makes sense if you think about it. You can lose your shirt and your kids college fund at the crap tables, hit the restaurant bar to drown your sorrows, then crash in your room to sleep it off afterward. What a perfect romantic weekend!

I saw an ad for a major retail chain offering Valentine’s gift suggestions. Some of them made sense (jewelry, perfume, etc.) but I was perplexed when they touted kitchen appliances as “the perfect gift for that special woman.” I can see how that would play out. “Honey, I didn’t get you flowers or candy, but look at this terrific Panini maker I found on sale!” I’d probably end up wearing it.

Fast food restaurants have even gotten on board. Candlelight dinner at Buffalo Wild Wings isn’t a real stretch, but I fell out of my chair when I heard this radio ad: “White Castle is now accepting reservations for Valentine’s Day!”

Seriously? White Castle is the kind of place you hit when you have a case of the munchies after bar hopping on Saturday night and don’t really care what you’re eating. They didn’t say if Tums would be served with the meal or ala carte.

A friend told me that when he was dating his future wife, he prepared a romantic dinner at his apartment. I don’t know what he fixed, but a few hours later the poor woman went to the ER with ptomaine poisoning. Love may mean never having to say you’re sorry, but “From now on, we’re eating out!” might not hurt.

A few years ago I picked up a Valentine’s floral bouquet at the market. Before giving it to my date I removed the bar code price sticker and read the product description: “Happy VD Bouquet.” You have to admit—nothing says “I love you” like VD.

I don’t want anyone to think I’m anti-romance, so here’s the agenda my very significant other and I have planned for this special day. Neither of us cares for big crowds so we’ll have a private candlelit dinner at my house, catered by our favorite Italian restaurant. I’ll supply something appropriate from the wine cellar, properly chilled. Afterward we’ll watch a movie in front of the fireplace—her choice, of course. I’ll even spring for fresh flowers.

Happy VD, everyone!

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Tim Smith is an award-winning, bestselling author. His books range from mystery/thrillers to contemporary erotic romance. His website is www.timsmithauthor.com.

Wednesday, February 3, 2016

Isn't he yummy? This is the Marquis of Beaufort, a man who has secrets he'll tell no one, not even his new wife.  He's come to love her in spite of the fact he was resolved to let no one near enough to ever be tempted to reveal his guilt.

Here's an excerpt. A brief one, just to whet your appetite.

"Corry awakened with a start, sitting up in bed and grabbing the bedspread tightly. Then she head it again, a loud moaning sound, the sound of someone in agony. She heard a hoarse voice shouting, but she couldn't make out the words.

With horror she realized it was coming from Adam's room. She wrapped her thin nightrail around her and grabbed a candle. She pushed open the door between their rooms, one she had not opened before, and was at the side of his bed quickly, where she found Adam pursued by demons from hell.

She could make out a few words now and then. "No, no, kill me too," He jerked straight up in bed. "I don't deserve mercy, don't spare me."

And it  gets better from there...

This is a long historical, set in England just after the Peninsular Wars. It's probably my favorite book of all the thirty some I've published, so I am really  thrilled to have a release date.   March 1st, and it's a real  pleasure to give you the actual date.

Do write me anytime at jswriter@earthlink.net. I'd love to talk to you.

More next month.......

Another Naked cowboy!! And a contest

See below for contest details

You know how I love my Naked Cowboys. What started out as one book (Stark Naked) has grown into a whole series and built a town, Saddle Wells, Texas. When I wrote this latest one, Naked Hunger, I wanted to honor one of my close friends, best selling author Sable Hunter. She was gracious enough to allow me to use her name for my heroine. (And in exchange, I was thrilled when she used mine for her heroine in Head Over Spurs.

So here is a taste of the latest Naked Cowboy, hunky Ryan Donovan, and his tempestuous relationship with veterinarian Dr. Sable Hunter. I hope you take time to enjoy both of them.

Another Naked Cowboy comes to Saddle Wells.

Want your own Naked Cowboys mug? Just leave me a comment about why you like Naked Cowboys and I will pick a name with Mr Random Dot Org.

Sable Hunter paid her dues caring for suburban pets in West Texas. Ready to get back to her first love—large animals—she’s excited about moving to Saddle Wells to take over for the retiring veterinarian. With a reputation to build, she can’t afford any distractions, and the sizzling heat between her and local rancher Ryan Donovan could seriously mess with her focus.
Ryan earned his stripes the hard way, one bull at a time on the rodeo circuit. Now he’s put his prize money to work raising bulls for competition. He can’t deny he misses the rush of pro riding—until the sweet new vet in town brings a different kind of excitement and makes him want to sweep her into his bed and his future.
Becoming friends with benefits sounds like an excellent compromise to Ryan until he can convince Sable she doesn’t have to choose between career and love. But a costly mistake could destroy her career, as well as any chance for happiness with the man she realizes she loves.

“Does everyone in town come here for lunch?” she asked.
“If they’re in town. That’s why I wanted to bring you here.”
He might have said more but at that moment the waitress appeared at their table so they quickly scanned their menus again. They had just placed their orders and Sable had relaxed in her seat, prepared to answer any other questions Lynch asked, when the air around her suddenly seemed to shift. What felt like an electrical charge whispered over her skin, making the fine hairs stand up and her pulse stutter. What on earth?
Pete Lynch looked up, grinned, and said, “Hey, Ryan. I was hoping to see you.”
 “This the vet you were telling me about?”
The voice was deep and warm, rolling over her like hot molasses on a summer day and reaching deep into every crevice of her body. When she looked up she nearly swallowed her tongue. She felt as if all the air had been sucked out of her lungs.  In her life she had seen many gorgeous men, sexy men, handsome men, some all three. But whoever this was beat all of them hands down.
He was without a doubt the largest man she’d ever seen, big without being enormous. He was way over six feet, with broad shoulders, lean hips and long, long legs. The work shirt and faded jeans he wore could have been custom made for him. His face was square-jawed with high cheekbones, and lashes as black as the hair on his head and as thick as any woman’s framed eyes a startling electric blue.
Sable stared at him, her breath trapped in her throat, her nipples hardening painfully into sharp points and the pulse in her sex pounding like a bass drum. In her entire life she had never had such an instantaneous reaction to a man. Any man.
“Sable?” Pete Lynch’s voice broke into her fog. “Let me introduce you to Ryan Donovan.”
Ryan Donovan. Of course, she thought. The man she’d read the article about. And he was quintessential Black Irish. Thought to be descended from the Spanish, with skin that tanned rather than freckled, the black hair that was the iconic symbol along with the large muscular body. Sex on the hoof. She managed to shake herself into some semblance of awareness and nod to him.
“Hi. Sable Hunter. Nice to meet you.”
 “And yes,” Pete continued, “the new vet. I hope, anyway.” He looked at Sable. “Ryan owns the Gold Buckle Ranch.”
Sable knew what that meant. She lowered her gaze to his waist and yup, there it was, locked to a leather belt and nestled against his flat abdomen. “I read about you in The Hill Country Herald. You competed on the circuit.
His laugh had a rumbling sound. “Jinx Malone would like to make me out as some local celebrity but I’m just an old rodeo cowboy.”
“But a very successful one,” she protested. “Not everyone gets a gold buckle.”
He shrugged. “As much luck as skill. I quit while I still had most of my bones intact and began breeding bulls for competition.” He narrowed his eyes. “If you take over from Pete here you’ll be tending to them. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen anyone your size wrestle a bull.”
God, she was so tired of hearing that. But getting irritated at a man who might be a client wasn’t going to do her any good. She’d found humor usually worked a lot better.
“Actually,” she told him, “bulls have been known to faint in terror just at the sight of me.” She winked. “Some men, too.”
“Damn, you’re good, Sable.” Lynch burst out laughing. “Ryan, I think you’ve met your match.”
The look Ryan Donovan gave her was so penetrating it made all her girl parts quiver and her panties were suddenly drenched. Good lord. What was going on here?

Tuesday, February 2, 2016

New Release Under the Gun 2 Series Hardy and Day

My newest release is through my busiest name, BLMorticia. The second in the Hardy and Day PI series. 

After Malik has successfully completed the tests to be a private investigator, he moves in and makes improvements to the Hardy and Day agency. Though Camdyn isn’t thrilled with the changes, he goes along with them because he loves Malik first and foremost. He only wishes that Malik would tell his parents to get off his back and let him be.

With Hardy and Day PI agency fully operational, Malik and Camdyn get their first case; a millionaire checking out a potential man for his daughter. He wants him followed, everything checked to the letter before he allows them to marry, but just before they deem him squeaky clean, the young man has a secret that could conflict with their work as independent investigators.

Malik and Camdyn have to do what’s right for them as well as they’re clients, but how will they satisfy everyone without compromising their personal beliefs?


Somewhere in California, near Los Angeles
“Ah shit!” Camdyn exclaimed, sucking on his injured nail. He wagged it and grimaced in pain, thinking perhaps he should have taken his lover’s advice and hired a professional to fix the hole in the wall and paint.  Why would he when he knew how to do things himself?
I am a DIY’er after all!
Recalling the work he’d done on his own home, he shook his hand out and kept sanding the wall to smooth over his mistake. He’d taken out his frustrations on the wall about the last case he’d do without Malik; a cheating husband who somehow avoided his trap in getting caught by his wife. The bastard went to another restaurant instead of the one he’d followed him to a week prior. Mrs. Lawrence wanted to actually see it on camera and she threatened to take her business elsewhere if the Mister wasn’t caught.
Thankfully, she bumped into Malik on the way out and he convinced her with those sparkling good looks and army boy charm, to give Camdyn another chance. He promised - even though he couldn’t officially help until he was licensed - he would make sure Camdyn got the job done exactly to her specifications.
Camdyn grinned to himself, remembering the subtle touches and winks she gave Malik and then the surprised and disgusted look on her face when he said Camdyn was his partner in life, love, and career. 
Despite this, she still decided to keep her case with Camdyn, just so she could get a look at the hot man up close when she came in for weekly updates. And who could blame her? Those deep chocolate brown eyes complementing his coffee colored skin. The massive muscles in his chest looked amazing in a spandex black t-shirt.
And that ass!
“Whew, dayum baby!”
 Just thinking about his new man caused his pants to tighten in the crotch. Still, there was work to be done.
Camdyn finished sanding and was ready to apply the plaster.
“Where’s my hot man anyway?” Perplexed, he jumped down from the ladder and glanced at the screen on his cell. “Almost five? Malik, you should’ve been here almost an hour ago.” Camdyn dialed to ask where he was. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust Malik. Camdyn wondered where his man could be instead of in the office with him.
 The incident with Camdyn’s last lover still haunted him and he didn’t want the same to happen with Malik. They were getting along so well, but he still worried about other men trying to take his dreamy lover away.
Never had Camdyn been so insecure in a relationship until now.
Ah well, first time for everything.
While pushing number one to dial Malik’s number, Camdyn ran his fingers through his hair. His eyes darted around the room, checking out the changes he’d made to the office to suit his lover. Malik desired more of a modern feel for the office since they’d be working on a lot more cases. Camdyn’s main concern was how much easier they could play and make love on downtime.



If you haven't read book one, it's also available at Amazon and B&N Both 99 cents!

Pre DADT Repeal…

Jaded by his lover leaving him for a woman, Camdyn Hardy is looking for love and partnership. When he goes to the local shooting range, he only wants to let off a little steam, but meeting Malik Day, a discharged army serviceman is a welcome surprise.

Malik’s issues go farther than just a lack of love. Discharged for defending a fellow gay soldier got him kicked out of the Army and back at home with his bible thumping parents. When Malik meets Camdyn, the sparks are there, but both of them are too afraid to make their desires known to each other.

After several conversations and dates, Camdyn and Malik are hot for one another and ready to take the next step. When they do, they discover they have a lot more in common than just a need for a committed relationship.