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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' wealthiest people.
Mitch doesn't know anyone when he moves across the country from D.C. to
California, and all he has for companionship is a pathetic string of failed
relationships with women.
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.
“I need a drink,” I mutter to no one in
Adam Reynolds must hear me complaining
because he places what I assume is a Jack and Coke in my empty hand.
“Here you go, mate.” He grins and I can’t
help but smile back. The man’s enthusiasm is infectious.
Gavin, the sourpuss, is currently glaring
at me from across the room. So much for us being an item. In the car, Gavin’s
excitement at pretending to be boyfriends to lure out his stalker and the
accompanying smile he gave had me sprouting questionable wood for most of the
drive. Now he’s reverted right back to being a little shit. Hot and cold.
“Thanks, but I’m working—”
“I’ll take it, honey.” Gavin swoops in, steals the glass, and downs half of it
before I can blink. I stand there, paralyzed, while I watch his pink lips
caress the edge of the glass. “Thanks, dear,” he snaps, pulling me from my
gawking. Before I can reply he turns and stomps off to pout somewhere.
I’m annoyed at his attitude and the
distance he’s kept between us tonight. What. The. Hell. No way is he going to
up and disappear on me at another party. Especially after we paraded ourrelationship in front of the media to
lure his stalker out of the shadows.
“Sorry guys,” I apologize to Adam and his
wife, Ellie. I was happy to finally meet them both after everything Gemma had
told me about the couple when I gave her Adam’s phone number last year. Now I
have to cut our conversation short because of yet another Gavin Walker temper
Weaving through the crowd at the club, I
follow Gavin to the back hallway that houses the kitchen and bathrooms. Once
I’m out of sight of the other guests, I grab a shocked Gavin’s upper arm and
shove him into the men’s room.
“Hey! Quit being an asshole!” Gavin
wrenches out of my grip, turning to sneer. “I’ll put you on your knees again,
The thought of being on my knees in front
of Gavin sends a flush of heat up my body. I can feel the fire in my cheeks and
by the way Gavin’s eyes widen, I’m betting he can see it too.
“I’m not the one behaving like a brat!” I
growl in a low voice. Ducking, I check to make sure no one else is in the
stalls. Once I’ve made sure it’s clear, I lock the bathroom door.
“Brat?” Gavin shouts. “I’m a brat?”
“Yes, you’re a brat. Ever since we had
our picture taken outside, you’ve been unbearable to be around!”
“You’re not the one whose entire life was
just turned upside down out there!” he yells.
I step closer, more furious than I’ve
ever been. “Are you kidding me? You are so unbelievably self-centered!” Those
damn hypnotizing full lips fall open in shock. “I was just outed too, and I’m
not even fucking gay!”
Without thinking, I grab either side of
his head, digging my fingers into that thick, blonde hair, and crush my mouth