This week I have one more teaser from Duce before I start writing the next book in the series. I've gone back to the beginning to when Dante meets Carlos for the first time.
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Back to the teaser. This is in Dante's POV.
At the bar, I ordered brandy, swallowed a sip, and then took
the curved stairs up to the VIP area. Men sat on dark leather sofas arranged so
they overlooked the main jam-packed club area below. I found a single-seater
armchair in the corner of the lounge to perch on, my back to the wall.
I never liked sitting in a room with my back exposed. I
preferred to see trouble before it found me. Problems were never far away,
vacation or not.
From here, I watched male dancers in nothing but jockstraps
on raised, caged platforms dotted around the club, sweat and glitter making
their toned bodies glisten.
After tossing back the shot, I caught the eye of a young
waiter who sauntered over and took my refill order. Waiting for the drink, I
took my time to survey the other people in the lounge. A group of three
thirty-something-year-old men sat in the section next to mine. Two of them
looked like a couple by the way they touched each other.
The third met my gaze and flashed a set of white teeth as he
smiled. Arching his brow and lifting his hand, he enquired if he could come
over. He was good-looking with dark- brown hair and a well-built body under the
t-shirt. Even his trousers seemed to hide a reasonably-sized shaft.
I tried to picture holding the man down, kicking out his
legs and taking him over the table. My cock gave an unenthusiastic twitch. I
was still too tense to entertain company. With an almost imperceptible shake of
my head, I dissuaded him from getting up. The man shrugged and tipped his drink
The waiter brought my refill. I took a sip and relaxed into
the leather chair, welcoming the gentle alcoholic haze in my mind that stripped
away my agitation. My gaze trawled, exploring every male form in sight.
Another group of men sat a few sofas away. These were younger
than me, too fresh-faced to be nothing more than just barely legal. Boisterous,
they talked and laughed in loud voices, drawing attention.
I spotted him and my world skewed.
The boy—he appeared more boy than man—was whispering
something to the person sitting next to him, when his blond lashes lifted in a
slow, teasing manner.
My heart stopped and my skin prickled. If I wasn’t usually
cool under duress, I would’ve been drooling.
The lad was what? Twenty? Twenty-one? Cute as hell in a
smart mint-green polo shirt and navy trousers made of expensive shiny fabric
that clung to a lean body. He came across as prep-school material and looked
young enough to still be in college. Face like a fucking angel, dirty blond
hair that flopped over his face, and pink lips that pouted in the way fashion
I had no problem picturing the gioventù on his knees, that
mouth stretched around my girth.
As he rose from the sofa, his dark and huge eyes shone with
mischief. One of his friends laughed and lowered his head toward the low table,
a rolled note in his right hand.
Columns of white powder lined the glass-topped surface and
the man leaned over, sniffing half of the line before he straightened and
repeated the action with the other nostril. Finally, he tilted his head back,
pinching his nose.
My lip curled down, my jaw tightened, and I averted my gaze.
The drug remained illegal, but just like homosexuality, it was freely available
in Exilado for the right price.
I shouldn’t begrudge the young men their vices any more than
I should condemn myself for having sex with other men. Still, I couldn’t help
the weight of disappointment that settled on my shoulders. I’d seen the damage
addictive drugs could wreck on perfectly normal lives. I’d taken an oath to
keep the toxic substances out of Vincenzo territories. San Torino wasn’t my
turf and there was nothing I could do other than ignore the young men snorting
the white powder.
"Can I buy you a drink?" Blond boy had ambled over
and stood only inches away, his lips curled in a ten kilo-watt smile.
My gaze held captivating eyes of dark green. For a moment, I
forgot my disgust at what I’d just seen the gioventù’s friend do and simply
admired the specimen before me. The flawless skin, the perfect nose, and the
slender body of a person on the cusp of manhood made me increasingly aware of
my own rapid heartbeat.
Damn. He was beautiful. I didn’t think I’d ever described
another man with such a word, which reminded me exactly why the lad wasn’t my
type. I liked them tougher than he looked. Not delicate. Not someone I had to
worry about breaking.
"I've got a drink." I gave a gruff reply and
lifted my glass to my lips but I might as well have been drinking water as all
my senses honed in on the person in front of me.
Undeterred, the boy lowered his body in the chair opposite
and extended his hand. "I'm Carl. It’s a pleasure to meet you."
I stared at the manicured, slender fingers that didn't look
as if they'd seen a day's labour, reinforcing the feeling Carl wasn't for me.
It didn't stop me from picturing them stroking my skin as my cock sprang to
"I didn't invite you to join me." My tone remained
cool, in contrast to the heat riding my blood.
"I'm not interested."
"I bet I could make you interested." Carl leaned
across and settled his hand on my thigh.
Spanish Bay is a feel-good novel about two young men who, despite having the odds stacked against them, never give up, always see the silver lining, work hard, and are committed to their families, come what may.
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"You did a good job."
"I did?" Warmth spread across my chest at his
"Yes, you did. Come here."
I didn't need a second invitation. I hurried to him.
Placing both hands on either side of my face, he stared at
me for a minute, the expression in his eyes completely unreadable. Then he
jammed his hands into my hair, tugged my head back, and lowered his lips to
It's even garnered a 5-star rating on All Romance and a 4-star review on Amazon. Thank you!
The Amazon reviewer wrote: "it packs a far more powerful punch than Sicario. Its sexier, deadlier, darker and more dangerous for both Carlos and Dante."
Although how she classified 234 pages as a short read, had me amused. She must have enjoyed it so much the pages flew by.
So today I bring you a teaser from one of the deadlier scenes. In this scene Dante, faces off with Lexan from Sicario, Part One.Il Duce Vs Il Sicario. Who's going to win this showdown? Read on and find out. *grins*
One rival's son.
One deadly setup.
Parties and orgies... those are the things Carlos Carmichael wants to do.
It's the only way he knows to deal with his life as the son of a notorious
cartel boss. He'll get whatever he wants by any means necessary.
Until he tangles with a man who plays by totally different rules.
Dante Orsino has been raised in the old ways of honor, loyalty and respect of
the business. His role as mafia underboss is more than just a job. It also
makes him an heir to one of the biggest families in the Southern Territories.
When Carlos meets Dante and plays a silly game, their weekend tryst sparks a
deadly cartel war.
For Dante there's no other life except—the life. And he wants Carlos in his.
But in the New World, a gay man is a dead man. Can he find a way to keep
everything he loves and stay alive?
In a new world gone mad, even the good
guys are bad. Welcome to the World's End series.
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