Tomorrow’s the day!

16 April 2008 at 1:15 pm (Pret Ops, erotica, new releases) ()

Pret Ops: Identity will be available tomorrow at Changeling Press! Yippee!! Now, I’ve kept you guys waiting for an excerpt so I’ll be paying up today. Here’s a (slightly edited) excerpt! Enjoy :D

Pret Ops: Identity

Copyright 2008, Emma Ray Garrett

All rights reserved

***

“Let’s get something to eat, John.” Cole leaned into the Cy Ops director’s office, earning a scowl from the occupant for the intrusion.

“Just bring me something back.” John Marshall motioned to the papers scattered across every inch of his desk. “I can’t leave right now.”

Cole sighed and shook his head. It looked like he was going to have to do this the hard way. “We’ve been buried here for months. We can take an hour.” Cole snatched the sheaf of papers from his friend and once lover.

“I have to get through this list of recruits.” John sat back in his chair and frowned up at Cole. “Otherwise, Rubenesso won’t be able to make the calls and get the last batch here by Monday.”

“Bullshit. Stas’ll make sure they’re here on time. Stop fucking worryin’ and let’s go eat.” Cole stepped around the desk and grabbed John’s upper arm, hauling the taller, heavier-muscled man from the chair as if he weighed nothing. One of the benefits of being an Ursudine — the other man’s superior bulk didn’t mean much.

“Ouch!” Cole jerked his scorched hand away, rubbing the sore palm. He shot John a scowl of his own. Okay, so maybe John had a couple of advantages.

“I didn’t burn you that bad, wimp.” The big man looked down at the seared remains of the right sleeve of his shirt. He grumbled and pulled open the bottom drawer of his desk, producing a new shirt.

Cole moved back so his friend could change his clothes, trying to ignore his dry mouth and the stirring behind his fly. John’s effect on his libido hadn’t changed one bit in all the years they’d known each other. From day one, the power and unabashed masculinity of the other man made Cole shift his stance, or cover a rising erection, more often than he cared to admit.

John caught him looking and grinned, familiar heat warming his dark green eyes.

***

Permalink 1 Comment