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This week Sarah asks if brothers can date, for no good goddamn reason. Scott still wants a gay pirate king and he reviews Glutton For PleasureÌýby Alisha Rai. Also, The Leading Man is girth-ie.

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This week we’re highlighting Erin O’Quinn. Our lovely friend, Katherine, says she enjoys her Nevada books featuring Rory Drummond and Alex Dominguez. I’m a fan of her Gaslight Mysteries. Please take a look and let us know how much you love her!

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Look at that, my lovely Perverts!

These two are so good. Wade’s a sweet, sensitive introvert, trapped in the body of an unreasonably hung viking. Declan’s dirty but the kindest man you’ll ever meet and he finds himself in way over his head. “How did all of this start?� you ask? Well�

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***WARNING! VeryÌýAdult Language And Adults Doing Awesome Gay Adult Things. Please Be An Adult.***

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“I won’t be able to sleep once the sun’s up and I’ll be hungover until I eat a massive breakfast. Call me once you’re up and ready and we’ll go get something to eat,� Declan said and Wade nodded as he shoved his hands into his pockets and did his best not to pout. He should have been tired but he wasn’t ready for the night to end. The hotel’s bar was a tempting suggestion but he didn’t want to be around more people and the last thing they needed was more alcohol. But every step closer to the hotel made him drag his feet a little more. Declan paused to check his watch then shook his head as he laughed softly. “It has been a long day. I’m glad you were with me. That delay would have sucked and I would have been lonely tonight if I was by myself,� he said as he flashed Wade a cocky grin. Wade knew he was being sincere but he had a feeling Declan wouldn’t have spent the night alone.

“Can I…� Wade’s eyes flared and his mouth hung open as his brain caught up with his lips. WHAT ARE YOU DOING? His brain demanded as he blinked back at Declan. His eyes fell to Declan’s lips and he just didn’t care anymore. “Can I come with you?� He asked softly and Declan’s brows slowly rose to his hairline.

“Well� I was just going to go up to my room and maybe watch a movie and eat this mac and cheese and anything else that isn’t bolted down,� he whispered hoarsely. He licked his lips and Wade gave in. He reached for Declan’s face as he tilted forward then gasped as their lips brushed. It was terrifying. He was kissing a man in front of a hotel. Specifically: HE was kissing a man in front of a hotel. Declan hadn’t moved a muscle or even blinked. Wade squeezed his eyes shut and muttered several curses as he released Declan and stepped back. When he opened his eyes Declan was still frozen.

“I’m so sorry!� Wade whisper screamed as he fisted his hands in his hair. “I just� I don’t know!� He admitted and Declan nodded.

“Ummmm…� He looked down at the plastic bag hanging from his fingers then up at Wade. “I wasn’t expecting…�

“Right. I wasn’t either, obviously,� Wade said then groaned as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

“You can come with me,� Declan said as he gestured toward the hotel’s doors and Wade’s heart slammed against the front of his chest. He was so freaked out but also relieved as they stepped through the sliding glass doors and into the lobby. Wade looked around but no one seemed to notice them as they made their way to the elevator. Then again, they probably looked like they did when they left for dinner as coworkers� Just drunker. This could all just be the gin, he argued then shook his head as the doors opened. “Wade?� Declan called gently, he was studying Wade when he looked at him. “Are you ok?� He asked and Wade smiled. You were confused way before you started drinking. It might have started when you opened the door this morning, he realized.

“Probably not but I still want to go with you,� he said.

“Do you just want to hang out?� Declan asked as the doors opened and Wade shook his head as he stepped out.

“No.� He wished he could tell him what he wanted but he was just doing what his body commanded. There was something kind of thrilling about turning off his brain and letting go.

“Oh,� Declan said as he opened the door and waved Wade into his room. He dropped the bag on a table then shrugged out of his coat and tossed it at a chair. Wade unzipped his cardigan but he wasn’t sure if it was his turn to remove something or if he was supposed to wait for Declan to invite him to remove it� “What’s going on, Wade?� Declan asked as he crossed his arms over his chest. “You’re straight. The closest thing you’ve ever had to a homosexual encounter was when you were in the same room as a man’s bare ass while he was getting a rim job. And it was from a woman, so it was just barely homosexual in a six degrees of Kevin Bacon sort of way. I sensed that you might be a little open to flirting or making out at the Christmas party but this escalated kind of quickly. You know, I’m not expecting anything from you. You don’t have to do anything to be on my team.�

“I have no idea what’s going on and I know you’d never pressure me into doing something. You’re not that kind of producer,� Wade said then cringed. “This is so stupid. I invited myself up and you probably let me in because you’re too nice to say no…� He stopped as Declan grabbed his shoulders.

“Don’t do that. I’m a really nice guy and I care a lot about you as a person but I’ve also wanted to fuck you in all sorts of wrong ways for a really long time. It was kind of a passing thing before but it’s been pretty constant since about 4:30 this morning,� he said and Wade groaned as he stepped closer and reached for his face. His hands shook as they hovered before they cradled his jaw tentatively.

“I don’t know what’s happening to me, I’ve felt like I’ve been losing my mind all day,� he confessed breathlessly.

“What do you want?� Declan panted against his lips and Wade was afraid his knees would buckle as heat spilled down his body.

“I don’t know,� he sighed then shivered as Declan’s tongue traced the seam between his lips. Wade licked cautiously then flinched at the hot slickness of Declan’s tongue as it flicked against his.

“Shut your eyes and stop thinking,� Declan commanded then tilted his head. His tongue slipped past Wade’s lips and bright heat skipped down his veins. It was shockingly good and Wade moaned as he leaned into Declan. He was so hard and warm and took up so much more space in his arms. It was utterly foreign but unbelievably arousing. Declan’s fingers twisted in the back of Wade’s shirt and he locked him against his chest as their tongues thrust and tangled wildly. Overwhelming need burst within Wade and he pulled his lips free and gasped for breath.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this!� He said and Declan’s lips tilted wickedly.

“Susan would be impressed,� he said and Wade snorted.

“Possibly. But I have no idea what she’s into, really,� he replied and Declan hummed soothingly as he backed Wade against the wall.

“Shut your eyes and let go. Go back to whatever it was that made you kiss me the first time,� he ordered then covered Wade’s lips with his. Wade closed his eyes and his control melted as he pulled Declan closer and gave into the kiss. It was intoxicating and every cell in his body vibrated with desire and joy. Declan rocked his hips and Wade’s eyes rolled as their erections ground against each other. A hard wave of pleasure and heat slammed into his groin then spread down his legs. “Tell me what you want, Wade,� he urged tenderly. Wade’s eyes were heavy as his lips clung to Declan’s.

“Can we just try a bunch of things and I’ll let you know if I can’t do something?� He asked and he felt Declan’s lips curve and it made him feel a little more drugged.

“That sounds like a really solid plan. Can we try taking off some or all of our clothes first?� He asked and Wade needed the wall behind him. He definitely wasn’t ready for how turned on he’d be at the thought of being naked with Declan.

“I think we should take off our clothes,� he huffed as he stretched and tugged at his cardigan.

“Great!� Declan cheered as he grabbed the front of Wade’s shirt and pulled, ripping it as buttons pattered onto the floor and bounced off the wall. “Sorry,� he murmured and Wade laughed.

“Fuck this shirt. Seriously. It’s been a really long time,� he said then attacked Declan’s lips. If he was going to be honest, it hadn’t been a long time, it had never happened before. This was nothing like what he’d done with Susan. Maybe it was the fear and excitement but he couldn’t remember feeling like he was going to have a nervous breakdown or needing to sing at the top of his lungs while making out with the women he’d been with. The anticipation had never been this intense.

“I’ll try to be gentle,� Declan promised as he pushed Wade’s shirt down his arms then buried his face in the corner of his shoulder. Wet heat washed up his neck and Wade almost bit his tongue as Declan sucked on his earlobe.

“We could try not being gentle too,� Wade offered. Greedy, seeking fingers dug into the muscles of Wade’s back, arms, chest, stomach� Making him frantic as Declan licked, bit and sucked at his neck, shoulder and ears.

“Christ, you’re so perfect,� Declan groaned as he rubbed his face against his skin. He kissed Wade hungrily then rested his forehead on his as his fingers strummed the grooves of his abs. “Do you need a minute, do you want us to slow down?� He asked carefully and Wade shook his head.

“I don’t want to slow down,� Wade breathed. If anything, he needed them to move faster. His body was on fire and his heart was about to explode. And the front of his jeans. Declan groaned again as he sucked on Wade’s lip.

“Is it ok if I unzip your pants?� He whispered and Wade nodded quickly. “Here’s the thing: once I do that, nice, respectable Declan won’t be here anymore and you’re probably going to see some disturbing things. You can tell me to stop or say no to anything but we’re going to have a hard time looking each other in the eye tomorrow morning. Speak now, or live with the awkward consequences,� he warned and Wade laughed.

“I don’t think we’re going to feel awkward,� he said then became still. He couldn’t imagine ever feeling awkward with Declan. He knew exactly how to put anyone at ease and make them feel better in their own skin. He was such a good guy. “It’s only been a day but I trust you.�

“You’re giving me way too much credit. I’m still a man and I’ve never needed anything as much as I need to taste you,� Declan said and Wade’s jaw fell as his fly was tugged open. He jerked and arched off the wall as Declan’s hand cupped then squeezed his shaft. “Waaaaade!� He whimpered as his hand pushed deep into the front of Wade’s jeans then closed around the base of his cock and stroked firmly. Pressure throbbed in Wade’s sack and heat and sweat seeped from his pores. “You’re definitely going to lose all respect for me. I’m about to murder myself with your dick and it’s going to be the best night of my life,� he declared then pressed a quick kiss to Wade’s lips before he dropped to his knees.

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Hello, Pervy Readers and Listeners!

This week Sarah is obsessed with Stranger Things and talks about how characters find themselves. Scott wants a gay pirate king and he reviews A Lady By MidnightÌýby Tessa Dare. Sarah falls out over a dusky curve of pure impossibility.

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This week we’re highlighting N.R. Walker. Our lovely friend, Cyndi, says she enjoys her Friends-to-Lovers books because they’re realistic and really emotional. We’re looking forward to checking her out! Please take a look and let us know how much you love her!

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Hello, Pervy readers and listeners!

This week Scott describes the horrors of having a mustache, reviews Taking The HeatÌýby Victoria Dahl and confesses his love for Moby Dick. Sarah gets featured on SmexyBooks.com and discusses her location.

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This week we’re highlighting Cara Dee. Our lovely friend Cyndi says she writesÌýdarker stories about crimes and their aftermath that are very gripping, realistic and really emotional. We’re really looking forward to checking her out! Please take a look and give her a read!

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Hello, my Pervy Readers and Listeners!

This week Sarah talks about how not to behave when technology fails you, how covers can make or break your book release and her not at all unhealthy obsession with chicken nuggets. Scott reads and reviews Pride And Prejudice And Zombies by Jane Austen and Seth Grahame-Smith. We talk about eyelashes, Halloween and how we never get invited to anything.

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The ReachÌý Around!

Help us pick self-published authors to boost on the podcast! I don’t have as much time to read as I used to and I’d love to know who you love. Share your favorite author or book in the comments below and we’ll pick one to focus on for next week’s podcast. Make sure you tell us what makes that author/book special for you!

This week we’re highlighting Charles Raines. I reviewed hisÌýThe ManÌýWith The MandolinÌýa few years ago and I can’t think of a better way to describe the author or his work:

Finesse. There were so many times during The Man With The Mandolin that I found myself marveling at the author’s subtle hand. He has a very Camus-like presence and the story builds slowly, seductively guiding you through a sweltering Marseilles with such vividness, your clothes cling to your skin and you can nearly taste the cafe�. Then, it steals your breath and you find yourself disoriented and caught off guard as characters unravel and reveal themselves. The characters and the setting are earthy and at times unsettling, the mystery is beguiling and at times drugging. You follow along, craving another clue, needing answers. Do not read this expecting flashy characters and easy sex. Read this expecting to be immersed in its subtle sensuality and mesmerizing language. Then, read more Charles Raines, as I intend to.

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Happy Halloween, my spooky Perverts!

I love, love, love Halloween. If you’re like me, the best part of Halloween is after the kids have made their mischief and the shenanigans have come to an end. I’ll put on a movie that’s too much for the kids or curl up with Poe or King and see if I can make myself jump. I got in the mood a little early and decided to write something to fit the season.ÌýHell In Beldon HallÌýis my homage to Hitchcock and the Brontës. I had so much fun writing it and you’re missing out if you haven’t read it yet. Here’s a chilling chapter. Enjoy:

**WARNING!!! Adult language, nudity and awesome gay sex. Be an adult and not lame or easily offended.**

“Alastair!� Byron called as he shook his shoulders and Alastair gasped as his eyes ripped open. “It was just a dream, I’m right here,� he said soothingly as his hand curved around Alastair’s jaw. He shut his eyes and nodded as he fought to catch his breath. The dream was so bad. He opened his eyes and Byron’s lips pushed against his. Alastair moaned as heat rushed from his lips and the cold panic of the dream thawed. He wrapped his hands around Byron’s face and kissed him urgently.

“I love you, Byron,� he confessed. He was tired of the fear and the pain. “We need to get out of this place before it hurts you,� he begged but Byron didn’t hear him. He laughed as his hands fisted in the front of Alastair’s shirt.

“I love you so much,� Byron said then pushed Alastair back on the bed as he kissed him wildly. His lips danced over Alastair’s face as his hands pushed his clothing out of the way.

“Please, we need to leave,� Alastair urged then clenched his jaw to hold back a moan as Byron’s hand found his cock and squeezed.

“I can’t I’m going to stay here forever,� he whispered excitedly. Alastair’s stomach burned and he shook his head.

“No, you can’t stay here,� he said then rolled them. Byron’s legs locked around his waist as he bucked beneath him, crushing their erections. Lust roared through Alastair as his hand tightened around Byron’s ass and he rolled his hips. He was terrified but starving, he couldn’t pull his lips from Byron’s or take his hands off him as the NeedNeedNeed in his head was drowned out by scratching. Alastair closed his eyes as tight as he could and bit Byron’s shoulder to keep from screaming as pressure and heat swirled in his groin. A low, mournful sob filled the night. It shook the walls and echoed inside his head as lightening lit up the room.

“Alastair!� Byron pleaded and everything was dark and silent as Alastair’s face pressed against flat, hard wood. He pushed off the floor and he was alone in the hall. His heart was beating too fast and too hard as he got to his feet. More lightning brightened the hall but Alastair refused to turn and look toward the top of the stairs. He pushed the heels of his hands into his eyes and begged for it to stop.

“I have to get out,� he opened his eyes then jumped at Byron’s frozen, milky gaze. “No!� Alastair screamed as he staggered back. Byron twisted slowly in front of him and a thick rope hung from his neck and puddled at his feet. Alastair reached for the door behind Byron and threw himself at it.

Thunder shook the ground and Alastair’s fingers, nose and ears burned from a frigid blast of wind as beads of rain pelted his face. He looked up at the sky and it was black and violent as clouds blocked the moon. His body shook violently as his clothes clung to him and he sagged in relief, he was definitely awake. He’d never hurt this bad or felt this cold in a dream. Alastair threw his head back and his chest heaved as he let the chill spread. His body still hummed with heat and desire but it made him feel sick and he wanted it gone. He turned and looked at the ground by the hall’s front steps and could see the sheet and the shape of his mother’s body beneath it. Her remains were in a crypt at the edge of the estate but Alastair would always feel her there. He went to her and dropped to his knees and pressed his hands against the ground.

“You’re all I ever had and he took you away from me,� he sobbed as tears poured from his eyes. They were so hot on his frozen cheeks. “Please, help me. I need him,� he begged.

“Alastair!� Byron called as he ran down the steps. “Get inside!� He ordered. His arms closed around Alastair and he pulled him to his feet. They stumbled up the steps together and Byron pushed Alastair through the door then shut and locked it. “What were you doing?� He demanded but Alastair couldn’t talk. His teeth were chattering and it made his brain rattle in his skull as he hugged his body. He couldn’t feel it but he was heavier as his wet clothes hung from him. “Let’s get all this off,� Byron said briskly and Alastair nodded quickly and shoved his sweatpants down his legs. The skin of his thighs was so cold, it stung as it was exposed to the slightly warmer air in the hall. He looked longingly at the hearth but the fire had gone out hours earlier. “Here,� Byron commanded as he turned Alastair and pushed his t-shirt up his chest and peeled it over his head and shoulders then tossed it in the direction of the fireplace. Dry cold was much better than wet cold but Alastair still couldn’t talk. He had to keep his jaw locked or he’d shatter his teeth. “Get in the bed,� Byron said as he pointed then hurried to his bed and grabbed the heavy duvet and tossed it at Alastair before pulling off his shirt. He pushed his soaked pajama pants over his hips then kicked them away before he grabbed Alastair by the shoulders and guided him toward the bed.

“Byyyyyyrrrrrron,� he warned through clenched teeth. Byron snorted as he pushed Alastair on the bed.

“We’re wet and freezing, my dick wants no part of this right now,� he muttered as he settled behind Alastair then pulled their duvets over them. The warmth was immediate and it took several minutes for Alastair’s body to stop jumping and shivering but he became lighter and the tension left him as Byron’s breath wafted against his shoulder. Peace and safety saturated Alastair and he couldn’t hold his eyelids open.

“Thank you,� he breathed then faded.

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Hello, my Pervy Readers and Listeners!

Welcome to The Grilled Cheese & Bukkake Romance Extravaganza!ÌýIn this week’s episode we explore women who write scandalous things and the men who suffer alongside them. Sarah talks about writing, visiting CCU for National Coming Out Day and porn on social media. Scott readsÌýRomancing Mr. BridgertonÌýby Julia Quinn and shares his thoughts on Penelope Featherington. You’ll get to hear my obnoxious laugh and discover that I have the worst voice for podcasts and listen as Scott insists he isn’t bothered by all the kissing.

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I chose The Carter Seagrove Project to start us off. Alp Mortal and friends at CSP have made a lovely haven for beautiful LGBTQ books, film, art and music. They’re brilliant and do amazing work and love to support indie artists. They’ve supported me as I’ve found my feet in self-publishing and I can’t say enough about how great they are there. Please check them out and support them!

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Look at what we have here, my lovely Perverts! I’d like to say I kept this one close to the chest because I wanted it to be a lovely Halloween surprise. That was a very large factor but I’ve also been stupid busy. Something happens toward the end of September, the rest of the year seems to roll end over end down the hill in its hurry to land in a jumbled but glowing mess at the bottom of the year. We weren’t sure how or when we’d publishÌýThe Madmen of Beldon Hall,Ìýwe didn’t even have a cover until about twelve hours ago. But I was inspired to try something totally different because I’m a nerd and Halloween is my favorite after Thanksgiving. All the carbs are there and my body is approximately 50% gravy.

I was just setting out on what probably would have been a sinker when a darker, twistier story started to peck at the back of my brain. I’m not immune to the siren call of the Halloween costume and candy explosion at Target, I see a sequined covered skull or a sexy pumpkin and I’m in the mood for Poe and Brontë. And I’d recently rewatchedÌýRebeccaÌýand I wanted my own Manderley. “Oh, shit. I’m about to give you Gay Gothic, for your nerves,â€� I decided and that’s exactly what we did.

This one is intensely dark, at its core. I couldn’t publish it without including a warning. But there’s also so much light, laughter and glorious gay sex. I’m still me and you know I can’t keep a straight face for more than a moment and it has to feel good. If you’ve longed for a Gothic Romance featuring a brooding earl and donkey punching, holy shit, I’ve totally delivered.

I’m not giving you a large, super naughty excerpt this time. I’m giving you my very favorite chapter. It’s short and gives absolutely nothing away. Deal with it:

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“I’d love you to love me! I’m begging you to beg me! I want you to want meeee!� Byron sang loudly and Alastair’s cheeks puffed out as he leaned against the bathroom door and girded things. Mornings were both the highlight of Alastair’s day and an exquisitely painful battery of tortures.

It usually began with the singing. It was always the same song and Alastair would never hear it and not get a semi. He loved Byron’s voice and he was energetic and optimistic as he danced and pouted in front of the mirror as he shaved. And he was so adorably sincere as he begged to be loved as he brushed his teeth or sang into his hairbrush. Alastair ached to pull him into his arms and spin him around the bathroom as he sang at the top of his lungs but he felt too damaged and dark. He couldn’t imagine holding something so bright and joyful in his hands and not breaking it.

“Oh, didn’t I, didn’t I, didn’t I see you cryin�?�

There were times when Alastair genuinely wanted to cry. Byron wasn’t the least bit shy. His casual locker room attitude was killing Alastair. He’d hop and wiggle his ass as he sang and the most Alastair could ever hope for was a pair of boxers. Or not hope for. A hysterical laugh burst from his throat and he pinched the bridge of his nose. He was never sure if he was disappointed or relieved whenever Byron put on his boxers but they only made it slightly easier for Alastair to breathe.

And the touching! His fingers would trail down Alastair’s spine before he reached around him for the toothpaste or he’d pull him against his chest briefly as they passed each other at the sink. He was always teasing and playful but he was ruthless and brazen in the bathroom. Alastair loved it and as painful as the rest of his day would be, he sprinted out of bed every morning as soon as his eyes opened because he didn’t want to miss a minute of it.

“Feelin� all alone without a friend, you know you feel like dyin!�

For the first time in his life, Alastair wasn’t alone. He was starting to suspect he might be happy, for the first time as well.

“I’d love you to love me,� Alastair whispered then took a deep breath and opened the door.

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My Pervy Reader,

Book #30 had to be special. It had to be a big deal. I had to bring back my Lake Cliff boys. Bleed And SeekÌýis special and it’s a very big deal. It’s full of sex, danger and love. And laughter. We’ll always find time to laugh. Life is not as it seems in Lake Cliff and secrets, lies and time have a way of catching up with us in the end.

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Wondering what Lavender’s been up to while we’ve been away? Here’s a peek at the first chapter ofÌýBleed And Seek, available on Amazon: .

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“Make sure the jet’s ready to go and I need those pictures on my phone by the time I land in Paris,� Lavender said as he stepped into an elevator at the Park Lane Four Seasons. He pretended to see a scuff on the toe of his shoe as he turned away from the camera.

“The jet’s waiting and a car will pick you up at the west exit,� Denver said and Lavender’s eyes narrowed at the sound of gunfire in the background.

“I hope I’m not catching you at an inconvenient time. Would you like to call me when you’re done with your game?� He asked as he rubbed the top of his shoe against his calf.

“No, I’m cool. I see eight men. Six in the living slash dining room and two in the bedroom. The two in the back appear to be fighting,� Denver said absently and Lavender rolled his eyes as he ended the call. He pushed the phone into his back pocket as the doors opened. He stepped into the hall and pulled his gloves from his pocket and tugged them on as he slowly made his way toward the Blue Suite. Lavender hummed softly and his brows pulled together as he tried to recall the name of the piece.

“We were just there last night,� he complained as he mentally replayed the scene from the opera in his head then waved it off before he tapped his knuckles on the suite’s door.

He reached into his coat and pulled two guns from his holster just as the door opened. A large black man’s eyes widened in shock as Lavender pulled the triggers and two red stains spread across his chest. Lavender kicked the door wide then grabbed the front of the man’s shirt as he swayed and hid behind him as he aimed over his shoulder and took down a large Syrian behind the bar. Two bullets punched Lavender’s body shield as he put a round between the eyes of a shorter Syrian by the window and the glass cracked behind him as he slid to the floor.

Lavender pushed the body away then spun around a wall, into a small alcove. He glanced at his watch and nodded. He was making good time. One of the bodyguards ran behind the bar and ducked just as Lavender shot out the lamp and shattered the large mirror at the back of the bar. The glass spilled down the wall and demolished the bottles, decanters and glasses. Lavender tilted away as bullets pelted the molding next to his head then set the guns on the desk and reached for a newspaper. A headline caught his eye for a moment and he smirked before he crumpled it in his fist then reached into his pocket for a lighter. Lavender lit the ball of paper and gave it a moment to catch before he tossed it at the bar. A second later, there was a loud poof! as flames spread across the bar and up the wall. The last two bodyguards jumped from behind the couch and ran for the door as Lavender reached for his guns. He stepped out of the alcove and shot one guard through the temple and the other twice, between the shoulder blades then dropped the guns.

The bodyguard behind the bar screamed in Levantine Arabic and flames spread up his side as he ran at Lavender. He pulled a gun from behind his back and shot the guard between the eyes as he grabbed the front of his jacket. It took four shots to get the door to the bedroom to open and Lavender’s face and hand were uncomfortably hot by the time he was able to throw his human Molotov cocktail into the room. A man yelled in horror and Lavender’s arm swung toward him as he hurried into the room. He found his target as he pulled the other gun from behind his back.

“Please!� Omar al-Otari cried as he dropped his gun and held up his hands. Lavender’s eyes swept to the other person in the room and his finger relaxed on the trigger.

“Put on your clothes,� Lavender said calmly to the girl weeping and cowering in the corner. Her face was battered and bloody and her body was covered in bruises and scratches.

“You can take her if you want her and I’ll pay you whatev…� Otari’s eyes crossed and his mouth drooped as a bullet passed through his forehead and his brain sprayed the curtain behind him.

“I’m not interested,� Lavender said as he tossed the guns on the bed then reached into his coat and removed his wallet. He grabbed all the paper money in the billfold as the girl threw herself at him. Lavender held her off as he pushed the money at her. “I didn’t come to rescue you. Take this and forget you saw me,� he said as he gave her a severe look. She nodded then bolted from the room. Lavender grabbed the laptop off the table and put it in the small refrigerator as he quickly backed out of the room so it wouldn’t be damaged by the sprinklers. He turned and edged around the flames engulfing the bar then looked up as the fire alarms shrieked. Lavender slipped into the hall and dashed to the nearest stairwell just before the hallway filled with curious and panicked guests. He jogged down the steps to the next landing and hid behind the door just as it was pushed open and people spilled past him and down the stairs. He held it open and waved for people to hurry then followed the last person down. Everyone remained relatively calm and Lavender gripped an elderly man’s shoulder reassuringly as they waited at the exit to the west parking lot. “We’re just about out,� he said soothingly and the man nodded as he craned his neck to see around the people ahead of them.

Once outside, Lavender pretended to be concerned until they found the man’s son then waved farewell before he turned and hurried around a large cluster of irritated guests and into the open door of a Bentley. The door shut and the driver pulled away from the curb a moment later. Lavender lowered the window and tossed out his gloves then pulled his phone from his back pocket. He muttered a curse as he dialed Denver then rolled his eyes as he waited through several rings.

“Looks like everything went well. The fire was a nice touch,� he said and Lavender snorted.

“There were seven men,� he said sharply.

“Huh?� Denver grunted.

“Seven men and one very young woman. I’m not even sure she was of legal age,� Lavender clarified and the line was silent for several moments. “Reginald would have known,� he scolded.

“Still eight, though,� Denver said dismissively and Lavender’s tongue pressed against the inside of his cheek.

“You’re to make it completely and extremely clear that I am not considering any new jobs and you’re just holding down the fort until Reginald returns,� he said and Denver sighed.

“That’s such a waste, sir,� he complained and Lavender shook his head as he checked his watch again. He needed to board that jet in thirty minutes. Lavender checked the traffic and relaxed, everything looked like it was moving along.

“Any word on the fire?� He asked and Denver hummed under his breath as he checked.

“Looks like the sprinklers and staff handled it and no one was injured. I mean, aside from Otari and his crew,� he said and Lavender tugged at his sleeves as he sat back.

“Good. I don’t want you to take this the wrong way but if you ever call me in the middle of the night for anything unrelated to mine or my husband’s life and death, I will drown you in your own blood,� he said nonchalantly and Denver was silent for several moments. It was long enough for Lavender to imagine hog tying him then putting him face down in a bathtub.

“Sorry. But the United States thanks you for your assistance in the War On Terror. The money was just deposited into your account,� he said cheerfully and Lavender stifled a yawn. The new “temp� Reginald recommended was a nightmare. He was an American and a former intel analyst. He was gifted but lacked Reginald’s breeding, restraint and attention to detail. For all of Reginald’s many faults, he understood Lavender’s needs and knew just how much he could get away with.

“You’re not to call me, Denver. I don’t care how big the job is or who it’s for. If you call me again and make my husband ask questions, I’ll kill you slowly.�

“Got it, boss,� Denver said. “It looks like you’re running on time. You’ve got a fresh suit in the jet and your dinner reservations are for 9:00. I watched Rose’s live feed, she enjoyed her walk and is snoring like a chainsaw,� he added and Lavender nodded.

“That’s all for now. I’ll call you if I need anything,� he said then ended the call. “I never thought I’d miss Reginald,� he muttered as he searched the internet for the newspaper article he spotted earlier. He sighed and glanced out the window as he waited for a flash of guilt to pass. It was the third job in eight months. He was able to keep his nose clean for fourteen months after Petrovich then fell off the wagon while in Italy with Sage. While Lavender didn’t miss taking lives, he missed the act of taking lives terribly. The preparation and planning, the feel of his guns in his hands, matching his reflexes and skill against his opponent’s, the steadying of his nerves and the sharpening of his focus as he took out his target. It was all of that and a lot of fucking adrenaline. It was everything his otherwise perfect life lacked so every job felt like an act of infidelity. “This is the last time,� he insisted under his breath as he turned his attention back to his phone.

Less than three hours later, Lavender jogged up the steps toward the Musée d’Orsay and Sage waved before he hurried toward him.

“How was the Degas exhibit?� He asked as he caught Sage and pulled him close.

“Amazing. It’s Thursday night, they’re open late. We can run in and take a lap,� Sage offered and Lavender shook his head as their lips brushed.

“We can try and squeeze it in tomorrow before we leave but we’ve got dinner reservations and we’ll never make it to Hexagone if we don’t leave now,� he said and Sage gasped.

“You’re so amazing!� He declared as they made their way down the steps and the driver rushed around the car and opened the door.

“I didn’t get to spend the first half of the evening with you, I want to make sure the rest of the night is special,� Lavender said and Sage glared teasingly.

“We came to Paris because you needed to meet with your textile suppliers, not so you could spoil me,� he argued as he ducked into the backseat. Lavender offered the driver a nod before he lowered then slid onto the seat next to him.

“I’m allowed to do both,� he said as he reclined and pulled Sage so he was resting against his chest. “Tell me what you think of these patterns, I’m having a hard time making up my mind,� Lavender said as he swiped at his phone’s screen and found pictures of numerous fabric samples.

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