Fleeing the questions and horrific memories in Miami-Dade, Trevor Garrett accepts a deputy position in the small town of Rolling Fork, Mississippi. Plagued by anxiety attacks and an abhorrence to being touched, Trevor rebuffs his best friend’s attempts to set him up. He has no desire for any type of relationship; until the local golden boy strolls into his line of sight at the neighborhood dive…
Logan Andrews just wants to take care of his mama. After years of serving his country in the Army Special Forces, Logan resigns when he learns his mother is suffering from advanced stages of Alzheimer’s disease. A night out with old friends turns heated when the newest deputy in town catches his attention…
When a sexually deviant killer sets his sights on the gay men in the area, Trevor is assigned the case. In a wicked twist, all evidence points to Logan. Can Trevor’s past be repeating itself? In a race against a killer, Trevor struggles to overcome his own insecurities and clear the man whose touch sets him on fire. Will he succeed or will their budding relationship become Collateral Damage?
Trevor shook his head and crossed the lot to his black and chrome F-250. When he’d applied for the job, Noah had warned him about the bigotry still prevalent in the deep Delta of Mississippi. Focused on escape, Trevor hadn’t cared; he still didn’t as long as the homophobic bastards left him alone.
He sighed at his own prejudice. Glover had in no way condemned him for his sexual orientation. Nothing required the man to talk to him away from work. Trevor needed to let go of the perceived mistrust. For some reason, it hadn’t been a problem in Miami; maybe it was the difference in the city and the rural location.
Twenty minutes later, he pulled up at the neat three-bedroom ranch style home he shared with Noah. A shiny, mint green Mustang sat at the curb near the mailbox, leaving a space for Trevor’s truck beside Noah’s Jag. Trevor’s gut twisted.
It’s just casual sex between friends, Trev. Meaningless. No strings. You need this. The inner voice piped up. His fingers clenched around the steering wheel as he rested his head on the back of the seat and closed his eyes. Braeden’s face superimposed itself on the backs of his eyelids. His heart squeezed painfully.
Warm, laughing brown eyes, full mouth curved in a devilish smirk, shoulder length curly black hair loose against his back and his tanned face free of worry. The image morphed and the features became hard, the eyes narrowed, smile gone, hatred twisted his lover’s face. Trevor forced away the last image he had of his former partner. “Fuck you, Braeden Gustinvil. You and all of the Rojas bacrim.”
The pain laced words echoed in the quiet cab. A lover and a traitor. Trevor’s eyes snapped open before the memories pierced the wall he’d erected around them. He reached for the keys just as the front door of the house swung open.
Clad in perfectly pressed slacks and a white button down, minus the tie he usually wore, Noah smiled and waved. He lifted the glass of red in his hand and wiggled it in invitation. Blond and blue eyed, he was the exact opposite of Brae; in more ways than physical appearance. Trevor plastered on a smile to smother the curse on his tongue and popped the door open. Anxiety wormed its way through his belly as he strode up the walk.
“You couldn’t have timed it better. Ashton’s only been here for about fifteen minutes. Come inside, I’ll pour you some wine.” Noah placed a possessive hand at the small of Trevor’s back. The knot in Trevor’s gut doubled in size. Nausea tickled his throat.
“Got anything stronger?” He asked adroitly moving away when they cleared the doorway. He wasn’t sure what was going on with Noah’s sudden attentiveness, but it was making his apprehension worse.
He’d agreed to the little get together to shut Noah up and get him off of the phone. Faced with the follow through, he wasn’t sure he could do it. A year and a half after the…separation, and his skin still crawled when someone touched him.
“Always keep vodka for you, Trev. You know where it is.” If he noticed Trevor shrugging off his touch, Noah didn’t react. He moved into the kitchen, calling over his shoulder. “Ash, be a dear and finish setting the table would you. I’ll be right in with the main course.”
Behind him, a throat cleared. Trevor spun slowly on his heel fighting the urge to strike out. What the hell was wrong with him? Why couldn’t he function like a normal human being? He nodded at the man standing beside the table. Like Noah, Ashton Stevens was blond and blue eyed with an easy smile.
“It’s nice to finally meet you, Trevor. Noah’s told me quite a bit about you.” Ashton moved with an innate grace and placed the plates around one end of the long table. Silverware was laid out precisely; yet, no move was made in his direction. Noah’s stories must have included his aversion to being touched. Trevor poured himself a snifter full of the clear alcohol and forced his feet to move toward the table.
“I, ah. It’s nice to meet you, too.” Trevor tossed back a swallow of the vodka and sucked his teeth at the fire racing down his throat. What the hell did you say to a stranger who planned to fuck and suck you before the night was out? Inane small talk didn’t seem to fit the bill. He opened his mouth, but Ashton spoke first.
I loved this book and was hooked from the beginning.
The only thing I love more than a good mystery, is a good mystery that keeps me guessing until really near the end. Oh, and the hot sex did help a lot too 😉
Just when you think you’re sure you know who the criminal is, another suspect is thrown in and you’re not sure what to believe.
On the romance side the relationship has so many stumbling blocks it’s a wonder they get any where together. But, of course love wins out. With the help of a medaling mother of course.
Actually the mother was my favourite character. She’s plain speaking, telling it how it is. She’s not afraid to confront her son on anything (even if it ends with her son red in the face and dying of embarrassment). She’s ill, but she doesn’t let it get her down for long and she’s still intent on enjoying whatever life she can and finding love for her son.
My favourite bit of this book is the very end. It’s not what you expect and you won’t see it coming, I’m not going to ruin the surprise but…well…no you’ll have to read it to see.
I highly recommend this book to everyone, a great read, from a great author.
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About the author
#1 Best Selling Author of Grand Slam, J.T. Cheyanne is a genre crosser who writes romance and paranormal in the m/m and m/f genres. J.T. Cheyanne resides in the beautiful state of Alabama. J.T. lives with her two sons and daughter. An avid reader since fourth grade, she has only just started writing her own stories. She also has several works published with her co-author, V.L. Moon.