Setting
His Sights
Fearless
6
BA
Tortuga
Genre: Gay Romance, action
adventure
Publisher: All Romance eBooks
Date of Publication: July 1, 2016
ISBN: 978-1-945193-20-0
Word Count: 20000
Cover Artist: Erin Dameron Hill
Book Description:
Trey’s waited long enough to take
what he needs.
Trey Jamison leads an elite
mercenary team that specializes in snatch and grabs. Things have been going
well – well enough that he’s letting himself notice Kai Tanaka, fellow Texan and
team long-range sniper.
Kai hasn’t made any secret of his
attraction to Trey. But the boss is the boss, and it isn’t until the team gets
compromised and Kai is captured during a job that Trey lets himself admit the
feelings he has for his captured teammate.
Excerpt:
Kai liked when
the team spent their downtime together.
Oh, he was
probably the only one. He knew Jagger hated to sit still for even five seconds,
and Cyrus started to look for a fight after about twelve hours of confinement,
but being with the team gave him a real sense of belonging. Not only that, but
sitting still was his motherfucking job. Sit and wait, then fire.
Maybe because he
usually worked alone out in the field. When they were holed up in a temporary
headquarters, he got to listen to them all chatter, got to sit and clean his
weapons and watch Trey Jamison out of the corner of his eye.
The boss was a
beautiful piece of work, all hard muscle and blond hair. Not bulky, no. Just
tall and built like a brick shithouse. Those sharp blue eyes missed nothing,
except maybe the way Kai admired the man.
Then again, Trey
was his team leader, so maybe it was best that he ignored Kai’s longing
glances, huh?
“You stroke your
dick like you do that weapon?” Danny asked him. Their resident pilot was the
living stereotype of an adrenaline junkie helo man. He played the drums on
every available surface, and he always seemed to be moving half a second faster
than everyone else.
“You don’t really
want to know what I do with my dick, do you?” Kai asked, then waggled his
tongue at Danny in a lewd fashion.
“Ew. No. Don’t
tell.”
“Then don’t
ask,” Kai rejoined. They talked trash like that all the time, but Kai had a
good idea that Danny knew which way Kai’s gate swung, and Danny had always been
decent about it.
“No problem.”
Danny flicked at his hair and danced away. “Why are we in a holding pattern
again?”
“Trey says our
last job is gonna lead to another. We just need intel.”
“I need to go
get laid,” Jagger grumbled, arms crossed over his wide chest, chin down. Kai
had thought he was asleep. “We should get at least a three-day out of that
little crazy thing we just rescued.”
The girl in
Mexico had been a piece of work, convinced that some Mexican drug lord was her
biological father instead of just someone holding her for ransom because her
real daddy was a higher up in the DEA or some shit. Maybe the house on the
beach and lots of jewelry had been a good incentive for a rebellious teen. Said
drug lord had promised her horses to ride, too.
Maybe all girls
really were horse crazy.
“Y’all just need
to sit tight.” Trey strode into the room, tossing a basketball at Cyrus. “Or go
blow off some steam and get some exercise. But no one leaves the compound.”
“That sucks
ass.” Jagger rose, then reached over to snag the ball from Cyrus. “Come on,
you. I need to kick some ass if I can’t have some.”
“Who’s the
hand-to-hand expert?” Cyrus retorted, chasing Jag out the door.
“Yeah, I think
I’ll go with them,” Danny said and wandered outside, whistling a tuneless song.
“Not you?” Trey
asked.
“Nah.” Kai
indicated his rifle. “There’s always maintenance to do. I’m the one guy you
don’t want jamming on you.”
“True enough.”
Trey grabbed a clipboard off a peg hanging on the wall and started doing
inventory. “Anything you need replaced?”
“Nope.” All he
wanted to do was sit and watch Trey. Beautiful bastard. Kai would take that in
a heartbeat, bend over, and just let Trey fuck him senseless. Yum. “So, what’s
this job look like?”
“I don’t know
yet, Kai. I mean, the lead sounds good, and the money is solid. We’re still at
the waiting stage, though. Definitely a retrieval. Not Mexico. South America,
maybe.”
“Damn.” All that
heat and humidity were hell on his rifles. Then again, desert jobs in the
Middle East played havoc, too.
“Sucks to be
you, huh?” Trey winked, then went back to work. “I just figured there was no
sense letting y’all scatter and have to hunt your asses down.”
Kai bit back his
reply about how Trey could hunt his ass anytime. Danny might be a good target
for sexual jokes, but Trey was not. “I never go that far.”
“Nope. You’re
damned boring, man. Still, I like that can depend on you, bro. I appreciate
it.”
The little glow
of pride he felt probably should have been humiliating. Crumbs to the good
puppy. Kai had given up shame for Lent years ago, though, and he grinned with a
flush of pleasure. “I like to be available.”
About
the Author:
B.A. Tortuga Texan to the bone
and an unrepentant Daddy's Girl, BA Tortuga spends her days with her basset
hounds, getting tattooed, texting her sisters, and eating Mexican food. When
she's not doing that, she's writing. She spends her days off watching rodeo,
knitting, and surfing Pinterest in the name of research. BA's personal saviors
include her wife, Julia Talbot, her best friend, Sean Michael, and coffee. Lots
of coffee. Really good coffee.
Having written everything from
fist-fighting rednecks to hard-core cowboys to werewolves, BA does her
damnedest to tell the stories of her heart, which was raised in Northeast
Texas, but has heard the call of the high desert and lives in the Sandias. With
books ranging from hard-hitting GLBT romance, to fiery menages, to the most
traditional of love stories, BA refuses to be pigeon-holed by anyone but the
voices in her head.
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