In this week's #midweektease I'm looking back at #MMromance
Heart in Chains
When Connor Douglas takes a tropical island holiday, he hopes to leave heartbreak behind. Little does he know the extent of the danger and sexual temptation that awaits him.
Long after Jay Levesque has closed down his operations on the very same tropical island, the memory of Connor haunts him.
Warm nights and scorching sex has someone’s heart in chains.
Erotic MM romantic suspense
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Jason Landry leaned back in his desk chair and folded his muscled arms across his chest.
“This isn’t my field now and you know it. Give it to Mark.”
The special agent in charge of the department stood his ground and stared right back at him.
Jason ran a hand through his hair as he stood. “I mean it, Lucas.” He flicked the folder with a fingertip, sending it skidding across the top of the desk. He grabbed his jacket from the back of his chair and stalked off. As he ignored the elevator and took the stairs, the memories he pushed away daily, flooded back. He stopped running and grabbed the handrail, his head bowed. Jason let the pain flow over him. He’d learned it was the only way. Surf the wash of guilt. Take the hit from the pain of what he used to be and then move on. He still carried his requisite Glock 23, but he sure didn’t want to use it. He’d seen enough and done enough to last him ten lifetimes. No more fucking killing, he told himself.
He started down the stairs again. His thoughts churned. His stomach ached. He gripped his jacket so hard his knuckles turned white. He stormed past reception and the guys on the door without the usual acknowledgements. In the coffee shop, he stood in the line-up seething, but he knew he’d have to take the assignment.
Jason walked back to the office calmly carrying the paper cup of mocha. This is gonna be the last fucking time I take this kind of job.
* * * *
Connor was the last to board the boat heading for the Gili Islands.
He’d spent too long over breakfast watching the parade of gorgeous muscular guys passing close to the café on their way to the surf beach. Usually Connor was into intellectual types, with dark hair that curled on their collar and PhDs, but these surfer guys practically had him drooling. A marine biologist, Connor had lately taken an interest in sea turtles, and, since he needed a vacation as far away from Brad as possible, he’d flown to Indonesia where the array of islands promised to provide the opportunity to study turtles, scuba dive, sail, and generally have a great vacation.
Having run along the wharf and dashed up the boarding stairs just in time, Connor dropped his backpack onto the deck and hung over the rail to watch the amazing ocean change color as the boat cut through it. Everything he’d seen so far had outstripped his expectations.
He’d visited beautiful pale green oceans before, but the crystal clear sea lapping at the bleached white sandy beaches of Lombok was breathtaking. Every Indonesian island was paradise. Warmth greeted him each day, a far cry from Massachusetts, where he frequented Woods Hole, and where Brad, his former lover worked. The breeze here was soft, kind, and even when it rained brought with it huge saucer-sized warm drops. Connor shivered just thinking about the biting wind off the ocean in winter where he lived, and the icy rain that always found its way down his coat collar.
He gazed around at the shimmering water. All shades of aqua and green sparkled as if an exotic, jeweled, silk scarf spread out on the ocean. Ahead lay a lazy boat trip to Gili Island. Connor had purposely chosen to join this special service in the traditional wooden outrigger instead of a faster powerboat. He reveled in the freedom and difference of his surroundings. He breathed in the air and soaked up the beautiful scenery. His broken heart was slowly healing in the bright, tropical environment.
It was six months since he’d come home to the place he and Brad shared to find him in that old clichéd act of fucking another guy. The pain when Brad admitted he no longer loved Connor and that he’d been seeing this guy for months was excruciating. Connor was torn apart by the betrayal because Brad had been making love to him, and telling Connor how much he meant to him the whole time. That’s what hurt the most—the fucking lies. I never knew anything was wrong—I was completely unaware—what a fool.
Connor shook off the memories. He’d told himself countless times that he had to stop beating himself up, if nothing else. Deep in thought, he wasn’t aware of the man beside him until a low accented voice penetrated his mood.
“Beauty as far as the eye can see, no?”
Connor straightened from leaning on the rail and turned to face the speaker. The impact from seeing the man beside him was so strong Connor couldn’t answer for a moment. He faced probably the most attractive man he’d ever seen face to face, because he couldn’t include the TV and movie stars he sighed over. They were unattainable and designated to daydreams. This man gave him an instant rapid heartbeat. An emotion close to fear slithered down Connor’s back. He’d never felt such immediate consuming attraction to any man before. As he choked out a few inane words, he soaked up the sight before him. Dark hair, cut in an ultra-fashionable style with darts shaved into the sides by his ears, eyes the color of turquoise, only they glistened with promise, his angular jaw rivaled Connor’s favorite TV actor’s, and his body—well, that made Connor’s cock stir.
“Yes, it’s all breathtaking,” and so are you, Connor added in his mind.
“Jay Levesque.” The hunk held out his hand to Connor as he spoke his name.
Copyright Elodie Parkes 2016 Encompass Ink
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