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Total pages in book: 83
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“A ruthless meth dealer is torching Atlanta’s streets, and God and Day are striking back with two of Hollywood’s legendary pyro experts.”

The war raging through Atlanta isn’t just about drugs—it’s about power, leverage, and survival. God and Day’s task force is the only barrier standing between a growing plague and the city’s safety.

Wes and Law, childhood friends turned blacklisted pyrotechnic rivals, are hiding out in Atlanta until the fire they started in Hollywood is extinguished.

It seemed like a safe choice—until they’re dragged into the task force’s frontline fight. Now they’re trading cinematic special effects for real explosions and blood in the streets.

God and Day’s team is fracturing under secrets and betrayal, as the merciless army of their fiercest kingpin yet slowly closes in.

They used to fight to conquer… now they’re just fighting to survive

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“Come on, man, cut me some slack. I’m asking for you to do me a solid.”

Law hated the plea and desperation in his voice, but he held eye contact.

“It’s a Honda Super, and she’s hardly two years old. All I want is eight thousand. She’s worth—”

“I know. Twenty-five. You already told me.” The bratty-looking kid rolled his eyes, then walked around to the other side of the bike. “Why are you selling it?”

None of your business.

“I’m moving overseas, and I can’t take everything. My Harley made the cut. The Super didn’t,” Law lied.

He’d sold the Harley last year to pay off three of his credit cards. Now he had nine paid and only two more to go.

“I’ll give you five thousand,” the guy countered.

Law shifted to the other foot to keep from cocking his fist back and punching the brat in his face. The number he’d just thrown out was an insult.

Law bit his bottom lip, staring down at his baby girl. He wanted to run his palm over the soft leather seat as she sat gleaming under the bright sunshine. She was all black on black, sleek, and outlined in sharp edges. A reflection of how he saw himself.

“That’s bullshit, and you know it. We talked about the price before you got here. Eight thousand. Come on, man, you’ve been staring at it for fifteen minutes.”

“This thing could be hot for all I know. You live on this shitty street, and you’re sporting a shiner on that left eye.”

The kid pulled out a pack of Camels and leaned against his silver GT-R to light up while Law stood there sweating under the hot Atlanta sun.

“I have the title right here. You know it’s legit. I’m not taking less than eight, dude.”

Law clenched his teeth, gripping the DMV document and bill of sale so tightly he was probably ruining them.

He hated that he had to do this, but desperate times and all.

Law had been on top before, and he’d been knocked down plenty, so he knew how to pull himself back up. But pricks like the one in front of him made his blood boil.

Law stared the man down, who wasn’t even respecting him enough to look him in the eye as they negotiated.

Damn, he loathed rich bastards.

Law had money too—well, he used to—but he’d never acted like a pretentious asshole.

The guy held his arm up and motioned for a slim man waiting in a Ford pickup with a bike trailer attached to pull around front to load it up.

Law released a slow breath and played it cool because he didn’t want Richie Rich to see his relief. He desperately needed this money.

“Seven is my final offer. Take it, or I can head over to a used lot. This is a birthday gift for my stepbrother, so it’s nothing. I’m not spending eight grand on him.”

The guy Law was haggling with couldn’t’ve been any older than twenty-five, but of course, he carried himself as though he’d lived a lifetime and had all the power in the world.

He wore shredded denim jeans that stopped just above his expensive boots, and his jacket was leather and white, of all colors.

His sunglasses cost more than Law’s rent, and he knew that because he’d hocked his own pair just like them six months ago.

Law turned away and ran his hand through his hair that he hadn’t bothered to comb this morning. Instead of yanking himself bald, he shoved his hand into his pants pockets and took out an ink pen.

If he didn’t get two grand to Brosino by the end of the week, he was going to end up another loan shark statistic.

Law stared at the buyer with all the contempt he could muster before he finally relented and stuck his hand out. He hurried and scribbled the new amount on the bill of sale and initialed it.

At least he’d eat something besides ramen and hot dogs tonight.

“Just take it.”

Law thrust the papers into the bastard’s hand and snatched the envelope. He fingered the crisp bills while his bike was being walked up the trailer ramp by a man who was probably the kid’s personal assistant.

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A fox can set many traps to catch his target—but this one only needs one to catch his. Dominic “Bull” Walker is used to the simpler things in life. Give him his own land to work, a strong horse, and twelve hours of daylight, and he is a contented man. But when someone threatens to take away the successful ranch that took him two years to rebuild, he’ll accept any help he can get to defend it. Mandel “Fox” Tucker is a sixth-generation SWAT soldier. It’s embedded in his bones to protect and serve his community. So when he gets word of the vandalism occurring on the Walker Ranch, he quickly volunteers the free time he has, thanks to his recent suspension. The brief visit Fox had with Bull four months ago had been a contentious—but powerful—encounter. Therefore, he’s not surprised when he shows up on his doorstep unannounced and has to pull out some of his best tricks to get past the six-foot-four, stubborn Texan. Fox is only there to safeguard what’s most important to Bull. But being on the ranch brings an awareness to him that he embraces with both hands. Nature, peace… love—things he never found in the city. This book contains the love story of two new characters. It is a part of a series but can be read as a standalone. There are no multiple pairings or sharing. Ends in a very HEA. ****Trigger Warning: Mild police violence. Scenes are not graphic.
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Fox’s breathing was even and his heart calm as he and his team barreled onto the chaotic crash site a block away from the Wells Fargo bank in downtown Atlanta. That was as far as the panicked robbers got after one of the tellers activated the silent alarm. Police boxed them in, causing the obvious amateurs to overreact and wrap their getaway van around a stoplight.

The police thought they had the situation contained until the men fled on foot and hijacked a MARTA bus half full of innocent passengers. FBI, patrol cars, officers, and yellow crime scene tape littered Broad Street, forming a barricade to keep the pedestrians and news cameras at a safe distance. Police helicopters hovered overhead, ready to assist if their hostage situation turned into a fucked-up reenactment of the movie Speed.

Fox spoke into the mic on his chest. “Fox twenty to dispatch. Be advised… SWAT is on the scene.”

“Acknowledged, Fox twenty. SWAT has command,” the operator returned on the radio.

“Sarge, I want you to squeeze us right up against that building there and away from those cars,” Fox told her. “If they try to make a run for it, we’ll block ’em in at the next corner.”

“Roger that,” Dinah answered and swung their armored BearCat vehicle around with mastered ease.

“Hart ten to command,” Fox’s captain, Ivan Hart, communicated directly to their headquarters. They had their own command center providing them with immediate intelligence and surveillance most officers didn’t have readily available in the field. “What’s the negotiator’s last threat level? Over.”

“Threat level progressed from yellow to red at fourteen-thirty hours. Over.”

“Copy that,” Hart answered, then turned to face his team. “All right. You heard it. Threat level is red. Let’s end this fast.”

Fox clutched his rifle to his chest and leapt down from the dark vehicle, taking the lead of their four-by-four pyramid formation. They’d rehearsed their approaches so many times that it looked more like a well-choreographed dance than an entry breach. Four of their shield men moved to the front to protect them from retaliatory fire. While they waited on Hart’s order, Fox took in the terror around him. It should’ve concerned him that there were an unknown number of armed men just ten yards in front of him, swearing to kill them if they came any closer. But instead of being afraid, Fox squeezed the butt of his IC-B5 rifle, ready to take these motherfuckers down. He could hear the panicked screams of the bus passengers as the thieves yelled demands through the partially open door.

Fox’s captain approached the negotiator’s unmarked vehicle and took the handle of his megaphone mic. Once SWAT was in the field, they had complete authority. Hart’s close-combat, special tactics unit was the city’s last line of defense against more serious threats. The officers taking cover behind their squad cars seemed more than happy to allow Fox and his captain to bring this mayhem to a peaceful end.

“Good to see you guys, Cap.” The negotiator, Special Agent Roch, who they knew well and encountered often in the field, clamped Hart on his shoulder, then wasted no time giving them the details they needed. “Got eleven passengers on board, an unconscious driver, and three gunmen.”

“Radio said there were four men in the bank,” Dinah noted.

“The one who fled on foot wounded two officers before he was apprehended. The other unknown targets are inside. They knocked the driver out and tried to operate the bus, but MARTA shut it down. It’s not operable at all.”

“Good,” Hart grumbled, then turned to Fox. All he could see of his captain behind his tactical helmet were those ice-blue eyes and his chest-length beard. “What you got, Fox?”

Fox took the tablet Dinah handed to him. “The last footage we have from the bus camera was nine minutes ago before one of the assailants busted it out of the dashboard. The windows are tinted too dark, so we’re blind. They can see us, but we can’t see them.”

“What about flash-bangs?” Dinah asked.

Hart shook his head. “No. We could end up hitting a passenger. We got elderly and a child on board, so gas is also out.” One of the gunmen yelled for them to get back, but Hart ignored him as easily as one did a mall time-share salesman and continued with his strategy. “If we do a full-force breach in such a tight space, the hostages could panic, and we won’t be able to control who gets struck.”

“Snipers are definitely out,” Fox added. “Those goddamn tinted windows are protecting them.”

“Not anymore. Rectify that problem for me, Fox.” Hart pointed to three of their riflemen. “Take up point with him.”

Fox’s rifle was instantly swapped out by their weapons officer, and he tucked the nonlethal shotgun into the crest of his shoulder, moved up behind the shields, and waited on Hart’s command.

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New Year’s Eve is usually a night of fun and wild celebrations, but for a police officer, it can be the most dangerous night of the year. Officer Ellis Mason has worked as a beat cop on the streets of Atlanta for over eight years, and he knows what it takes to survive them. But when Lieutenant Godfrey and his infamous narcotics task force issue a dire warning about a lethal drug that’s coming to the city, Mason finds himself fighting a war he’s not trained for, with God pushing him beyond his limits. Mason and his partner are both on high alert, but the moment he stops the tall, handsome drifter who wandered into town—with the saddest brown eyes he’s ever seen—Mason knows he doesn’t belong. Jesse Holstrom is lost and possibly in trouble, but Mason’s instincts tell him that it isn’t the drug-dealing kind. Every night that Mason patrols by and sees Jesse huddled on a park bench, cold and alone, it pulls at his heart a little more. Mason doesn’t know how the young man ended up homeless and lost in his neighborhood, but when Jesse ends up on God’s radar, Mason knows he doesn’t have long to find out. Mason promised himself he wouldn’t let a good thing slip through his fingers again… not this year.
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Mason

“You guys be sure to stay alert out there tonight. I don’t want another young life lost from this drug. We have to protect this city, or it’s going to go down like the damn Titanic! Especially if this next shipment of Halucanax makes it onto the streets.” Their precinct captain pounded his thick fist on the podium stand as he eyed each of them with a seriousness they only saw when he was under pressure from the chief. “The new year is rapidly approaching, and so far we have no leads on the large amount of hallucinogens that’s expected to arrive soon and ravage our city.”

Mason took a deep breath, wishing that all he had to worry about this new year was making a few resolutions on eating out less and investing more time in his personal life. Instead, he had to worry about a new tidal wave of drug dealers flooding the neighborhoods, pushing a new, highly lethal drug. Mason elbowed his partner, Clark, and muttered near his shoulder. “So much for an easy week.”

“Easy week,” Clark grumbled. The slight twitching of his thick mustache was the only way Mason knew his good friend’s lips were moving. “What the fuck is that?”

Mason snorted, then turned his attention toward his own lieutenant, who was standing along the wall of the huge bullpen with several other department heads. He tilted his chin at something over Mason’s shoulder, triggering him to turn around. He swallowed thickly when he saw the city of Atlanta’s narcotics task force gearing up in tactical equipment behind the floor-to-ceiling glass that separated their department from the rest of the bullpen. The task force was headed up by badass lieutenants, God and Day, two officers who were not only revered and respected throughout the police force but also notoriously feared on the streets. Sometimes Mason wondered what it would feel like to be a part of that kind of brotherhood, but he never dwelled on it long because he loved working the beat with his partner. So instead, he ignored the activity buzzing behind him and focused his attention on his own department’s duties.

“Now, you’ve all received the task force’s memo on what they want you to look for out there over the next couple weeks. There’s going to be increases in dealer activity and surges in the ERs. Bring ’em in like they asked. Be diligent, but most of all be safe.” The captain finished, then turned and walked away without bothering to ask if they had any questions.

It didn’t matter if they did. He wasn’t the man to answer them. He and Clark got up and walked over to their desks that were butted up against each other on the side of the bullpen closest to the task force department. It was almost seven, time for them to get on their beat, but he needed a couple of minutes to complete his vacation request.

“Oh hell no. Don’t you sit down at that computer, Mason.” His partner pointed at Mason’s ass right before he plopped it down in his chair. “You’re gonna make us late, man, and you know I wanted to stop by Erlene’s for a cruller.”

“It’s just my vacation request. I’m sure it’ll be a piece of cake… or cruller.” Mason chuckled as he opened up their interdepartmental application. It was pretty much the running joke of the precinct how technically challenged he was. Something as simple as creating a new file folder for witness notes could cause Mason’s entire system to go haywire, or so he claimed. He was sure his computer was doing shit on its own and making him look like a fool.

“When are you taking off on me again?” Clark asked, propping one side of his hip on the corner of his desk.

“I’m only using a few days of my vacation next month, not all of it,” Mason said nonchalantly, though his pulse was already quickening. He was going to a New Year’s singles meet retreat in Mars Hill, North Carolina, that he’d had booked for months. A four-day weekend of snow, skiing, and plenty of single men. Next year was going to be his fucking year. He was going to have a hot social life to go with his amazing job.

“What’s going on that weekend? You going to see your folks?” Clark asked, then started to groan when Mason began repeatedly hitting his Esc key.

“Damnit,” Mason hissed, cutting his eyes to his partner, then back to his screen. “Shit, shit, shit. Tab over twice, select the dates I want… okay, then… submit.” Mason clicked the green Submit, but another error popped up, indicating his request could not be sent. “I know I’m doing this right.”

“Jesus. I knew it.” Clark rolled his eyes. “We’re gonna be late.”

Ignoring his best friend, Mason shook his head in confusion, unable to see what it was he was screwing up. He had to get his paperwork in early since he was sure there’d be plenty of married officers trying to get in their forms for Valentine’s Day weekend too. He closed and reopened the application again, but the damn request still stalled. “Fuck,” Mason barked, tossing his mouse to the floor. It was his seventh one this month.

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AN ENEMIES TO LOVERS STORY Detective Austin Michaels didn’t think life could get any better after he was accepted into the most notorious narcotics task force on the East Coast, headed up by two of the baddest’ Lieutenants with the Atlanta Police Department - Cashel Godfrey and Leonidis Day. Michaels knew he would fit right in as the team’s sniper, having received his fair share of commendations for marksmanship. He was just as badass as the rest of the twenty brothers that made up their team. But when Michaels lets their prime suspect get away from a huge bust with over a quarter of a million dollars in drugs, he’s willing to do whatever it takes to make it right. Left with no other options, God chooses to bring in outside help, calling on his long-time friend and bounty hunter, Judge Josephson. Judge was considered one of the best trackers during his enlistment in the United States Marine Corps. After retiring, he used those skills to become one of the most sought out fugitive trackers in the country. When Judge gets a call from his old friend needing his help, he quickly tells God, yes. Still embarrassed, and intent to prove himself, Michaels immediately volunteers to partner up with Judge to get their suspect back quickly and quietly. Neither man wanted or needed a partner. But, after Judge and Michaels get on the road, the hate/lust relationship they quickly develop between them will either make them heroes… Or get them killed.
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Chapter One

Michaels wanted to roll his eyes and sigh so badly that his temples throbbed as the sweat ran down his flushed skin. Instead of disrespecting his father, he stabbed at his eggs, shoving a fork full into his mouth.

“You listening to me son? Don’t think I don’t see you fuming over there. Did you forget I’m a detective too?”

How the hell can I forget? You remind me every chance you get.

“You ain’t been a detective but for five damn minutes, so don’t start acting like you so high and mighty just because you work for a man named God.”

Michaels sat up straighter in the plastic booth at the mention of one of his Lieutenants. No one talked bad about them to him; he wouldn’t allow it. Lieutenant Godfrey—known as God—and his partner Lieutenant Day, ran the best narcotics task force on the East Coast. Working for them had been a goal of his since he’d graduated college. Michaels came from a long line of law enforcement officials. When he didn’t join the police academy straight out of high school like most of the Michaelses, instead opting to go to college first, everyone thought he was rebelling against their tradition. His master’s in psychology helped him make detective ten years faster than either his father or grandfather had. He was only thirty-two and was a detective on the most decorated and highly regarded task force he was aware of. Although he’d gotten his Lieutenants’ attention by charging headfirst into one of their takedowns and putting his life on the line to save one of God’s men, he’d still aced his detective’s exam because of his education; and his father hated that.

“Besides. Why the hell is he hiring on so many gay detectives? Everyone’s calling them the fairy squad,” his dad scoffed.

“Oh, yeah. Who’s calling us that?” Michaels snapped, dropping his fork on his plate.

“A few of the guys.”

“Well tell them to say it to our faces.”

Michaels’ dad smirked at him from behind his coffee mug and he immediately felt like an ass. He’d let his father bait him again. There was no fucking way anyone was saying that about his team and meaning it. They were the ones who made the big arrests. They were the ones cleaning up the streets. They were the ones that were called when someone needed back up. They’d saved countless asses on forces all across the district. God and Day were owed so many favors that they couldn’t keep up.

“Dad, I gotta go. I have a strategy meeting at nine.”

“What are you working on?”

Michaels ran his hand through his short, dirty-blond hair. He hadn’t put any gel in it today, so it just fell where it wanted. He hated when his dad asked for details. He’d been on God and Day’s task force for three years now, and his dad still asked him questions he knew he wasn’t permitted to answer. “You know I can’t tell you that, Dad.”

His father’s face turned an unsettling shade of rose. In his position as the Major of Zone One, he was certainly not used to being told he wasn’t privy to information. Regardless, Michaels had orders. Under no circumstances was he to disclose information on their cases to anyone that wasn’t granted specific permission by his Lieutenants. Departments had leaks, informants, and undercover agents who weren’t afraid to use classified information to advance their own agenda or their own cases.

Michaels’ father’s zone had the homicide department with the highest clearance rate in the region, and God would have Michaels’ head on a stake if he found out he was sharing information with another zone. One wrong word or one slip of pertinent information could result in one of their cases going cold because word had leaked out.

“You can’t! What the hell you mean, you can’t?” His father yanked his wallet out and slammed a couple twenties on the table. “You ever heard of professional courtesy, Austin? Not to mention I’m your goddamn father. But I guess that doesn’t matter.” The young waitress quickly picked up the half-empty plates and scurried off, not making eye contact since his father’s voice had risen to an embarrassing level.

“Dad. A lot of the information regarding our cases is classified. Very few people know who we’re targeting and when we’ll strike. God and Day do that on purpose to eliminate the risk of our suspects getting tipped off.” Michaels’ voice was calm, hoping his dad would follow suit.

“Do you think I’d tip off your goddamn suspect? Austin. Jacob. Michaels. You are on thin ice, boy,” his father growled, standing to leave. His stark black uniform with gold enhancements was pressed to perfection and hung majestically on his fit frame. Michaels was built just like all the men in their family. Duty fit. Good height, just enough to tower over the average man. Broad, defined back and thick arms. Thighs that were muscular, but lean enough to chase and catch a suspect.

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Sergeant Corbin 'Syn' Sydney had dedicated his life to becoming the best detective. So when he heard there was an opening on the notorious Atlanta Narcotics Task Force, he jumped at the chance. But, what he wasn't ready for was realizing just how lonely he’d made himself, when he observed the loving and dedicated relationship between the two men he served under: Lieutenant Cashel ‘God’ Godfrey and Lieutenant Leonidis Day. Syn prepared himself to accept his lonely fate until he walked into a small pub and met the long-haired, tattooed bartender, Furious Barkley. Before Syn can even understand why, he’s overcome with feelings he barely recognizes: passion, yearning, craving. And if the dark, lustful gazes are anything to go by, Furious might be feeling the same things for him. Just two thing needs to happen before Syn and Furi can give each other what’s been missing from their lives for so long... Syn needs to find the evidence that proves Furi’s innocence of murder, as well as protect him from a past that refuses to let go. God, Day, Ronowski, and Johnson are still as entertaining as ever... You'll swoon over God's massive take-charge attitude... You'll laugh hysterically at Day's never-ending wit... You'll fall in love with Furious' mysterious, sexy demeanor... and... You'll embrace Syn... Disclaimer: The main characters of this book DO NOT participate in polygamous sexual pairings.
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‘Everything’s Not Always as It Seems’

“Alright Syn, don’t waste my fucking time. Let’s see what you got.”

Syn turned and looked at his hopefully future Lieutenant. God’s gruff voice could really intimidate a man. Add in the guy’s build and tattoos, and he intimidated most men ... but Syn wasn’t most men.

He’d put in for an immediate transfer from his precinct in Philadelphia when he heard a vacancy opened up on the most notorious task force in the Eastern U.S. A task force headed up by Lieutenant Cashel Godfrey – known as God, and Lieutenant Leonidis Day. A quick-witted snarky bastard who wasn’t afraid to cut you to the quick if you got in his face. The dynamic duo were both promoted to the rank of Lieutenant a couple years ago after having been Detectives for only five years. Being promoted so quickly had been unheard of – before they were recruited by the Mayor of Atlanta to head up their own task force made up of some of the toughest SOBs this side of the Mississippi. The new rules for God and Day were the same as before ... there were none.

Lieutenant Day was on one side of the bolt-locked door, a sarcastic smirk already on his face, his two chrome 9mm handguns pointed down at the rickety porch. God was on the opposite side of the door, his broad back against the house’s red brick siding, his twin gold-toned Desert Eagles cocked and ready to fire. Syn took one final look behind him and saw Detective Ronowski at his six ready his shotgun. Syn gave him a quick nod. Everything was a go.

Syn steeled his spine, reared back, braced his weight on his back leg and raised his right boot in one swift motion and shattered the thin wood surrounding the doorknob. “Atlanta PD! Atlanta PD!” Syn yelled as he moved inside the small townhome, eyes forward but mindful of any movement in his periphery. God and Day were inside now and Syn watched them kick tables and chairs out of their path, making their way through the narrow hall that led to what looked like a couple of bedrooms and a small bath. After Syn shouted a couple of ‘clears’ for the living room and the kitchen, Ronowski quickly began rummaging through couch cushions, feeling underneath tables and knocking at areas on the wall, listening for hollow sounds. Drug dealers were known for concealing drugs, money, and guns behind drywall.

“Atlanta PD let me see your hands, now!” Day’s command floated out to Syn as he made his way back to the front of the house. He saw Day leading out a man who looked to be in his early thirties. He was shirtless and his hair was matted to one side of his head like he’d been sleeping. His hands were secured behind his back with a zip-tie. Day threw him on the ratty plaid sofa and God’s look dared him to try to get up.

“I guess you’re not going to read me my rights. Fucking filthy cops. I heard you been asking around about me, God. I heard some other shit too.”

“Maybe I should fix it so you don’t hear anything else,” God growled.

Syn watched God yank his twelve inch serrated blade from its sheath tucked underneath his left arm. He masterfully flipped the blade over his hand once like something you’d see in a Jet Li film and used his other hand to get a painful grip on the top of his suspect’s ear.

The suspect became still and very quiet as the tip of the blade skated lightly across the side of his face and stopped at his earlobe.

“Chill the fuck out, God,” the man hissed.

“What else did you hear, Goose?” God asked in a low voice.

“Nothing man! Nothing, alright!”

Syn saw God look him in the eye and he made sure his poker face was in place. Syn had read the entire file on this drug dealing trash over the last two days. Their suspect, Greg ‘Goose’ Jenkins, had taken over his uncle’s illegal business after Day and God had gotten him locked up for twenty years. The men on their team had secured enough surveillance on Goose to conduct a legal search and get a solid conviction if they found drugs, cash or guns in the home.

After God tucked his knife away, Goose spat on the floor and leveled each of them with a hateful look. “Where’s the warrant, God? Your boy is back there tearing up my goddamn house, let me see the fucking warrant.”

Syn kept his eyes on the suspect, but the man’s comments were raising Syn’s hackles. Shouldn’t they be calling this in by now? What were Ronowski and Day doing back there?

Syn was on the task force on a trial basis. He needed to prove he could follow orders, anticipate the need to act, and work efficiently as part of the team; but also show he was ruthless and dangerous ... just like all the other team members. He’d heard stories that these guys were badasses. So was Syn. He wanted to climb the departmental ranks, and being on God and Day’s task force was a sure way to get his name recognized and get out from under his father’s legacy to make his own.

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Police Lieutenants, God and Day are under intense pressure from the chief to take back control of Atlanta’s streets. The last thing their task force needs is a pair of trained killers in town with a personal score to settle. Take a man and strip him of his ability to feel compassion, empathy, remorse, or any of the emotions that make him human, but leave the ones that ignite rage and aggression and you have the perfect killing machine—now imagine two of them. Code names Ex and Meridian are synonymous for ‘guaranteed death’ to international terrorists. Two broken men from the same crooked streets, recruited into an unsanctioned government program that few know about. Trained to operate most efficiently—lethally—together. When Ex returns from an op in Bolivia to learn his little brother has been accidentally killed in a feud between drug gangs, he’s stateside before he can consider the rules he’ll be breaking, and of course Meridian is right beside him. There’s mayhem on the streets of Atlanta and the police are losing control. If Godfrey and his elite team of detectives can’t get the job done then they’d be happy to lighten their caseloads for them. And Ex nor Meridian care about doing it quietly. “I know who you are.” The man grunted when Ex turned to leave. “You’re the fucking devil.” Meridian walked past, glaring one final time. “Say that loud enough… maybe God will save you.” But after their first run-in with the big lieutenant and his protective husband, Day, Ex and Meridian start to reevaluate their own relationship. Wondering if they could be even deadlier if they let loose the feelings for each other that they’ve been forced to suppress for years. Meridian’s dark eyes stayed locked on his, “A man who can fight beside the one he loves doesn’t make him weaker, Ex—it makes him more dangerous.” No multiple pairings. No cliffhangers. Ends with a HEA. **Note: This title focuses on two new characters in the series. And while it can standalone, there are appearences from prior main characters. This is a partners-to-lovers, out-for-you, action romance. **Note: There are depictions of violence in this novel.
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Ex sat rigidly in the dark limousine, staring out of the tinted windows as heavy raindrops pelted the hood. It was a gloomy January morning, the sky gray and overcast with storm clouds, a fitting ambiance for a funeral. It would have been senseless to waste the sun’s radiance on such a somber occasion. He kept his mouth in a firm line as he watched the funeral home attendants lower his baby brother’s casket into the ground. He shouldn’t have felt this upset or hurt—he wasn’t supposed to feel anything—but he did.

Ex had his elbow braced on the window’s ledge, his fist resting lightly against his chin. He stroked his ever-present stubble as he watched a tall, stocky man embrace his grieving mother. He unclenched his fist after recognizing Mr. Harold, his mother’s boyfriend of the past seven months. He’d researched him just like he background-checked anyone who entered his family’s life. He wished it could be him holding his mother and telling her it was going to be okay. But he couldn’t. He’d long ago accepted that harsh reality.

“I can make it happen.” His partner’s deep voice cut the silence like a knife.

Ex didn’t flinch, unable to be startled by Meridian. His imposing presence was always there. The two of them trained to function at their best when they were together... and they were. He knew what his partner was offering him but it was forbidden. They were already breaking too many rules by being on the other side of the Atlantic Ocean, not to mention being in his hometown. What if someone saw him and recognized him? But he couldn’t miss his brother’s funeral. I should’ve been here for him, then he would still be alive. Ex was an only child now, although technically he wasn’t supposed to have a family at all, his past having been stripped away from him over the years, transforming him into someone else—someone his own mother wouldn’t have recognized. She hadn’t seen him since he’d said goodbye to her eight years ago, when he was eighteen. “I wouldn’t dare ask you to compromise yourself—”

“You didn’t ask... I offered.”

Ex considered Meridian’s words as he stared at his mother. If only he could hug her, just once, just to let her know she wasn’t childless. That he was still alive, watching her, protecting her, regardless of the fact that he couldn’t be there to be the son she wanted. That’d been Evan’s job—his little brother. A great kid with his whole life ahead of him. Correction had had ahead of him. Evan had been an honor roll student who’d always worked hard to make their mother proud. He’d avoided the riffraff in the neighborhood, staying focused on his future enough to earn him a partial scholarship to the Georgia Institute of Technology.

Fuck! It’s not fair! Ex’s mind screamed and warred with his emotions that he hid well as he sat as still as stone in the warm leather seat. Anyone on the outside looking in would’ve assumed he wasn’t the least bit bothered by the disappearance of his brother’s silver casket as it was slowly lowered six feet beneath the cold earth. His fists tried to shake with his rage but he held them steady, not showing emotion.

“Why don’t you let me tell Mom that I’ve at least spoken to you this year, she worries so much,” Evan said after releasing him from a tight hug. “I worry too. We don’t know what it is you do and why you have to be dead to us.”

Ex leaned against the metal bars beneath the stadium bleachers behind Evan’s high school. While he was between assignments, he’d gotten a cryptic word to his brother for him to meet him there late on a Sunday. His partner was scrambling the school’s surveillance cameras on the back side of the property so he could remain undetected.

“I wish I could, Ev. But this way is safest, trust me. You know I’m already breaking the rules by speaking to you.”

“How come you can’t have a family? I would never tell anyone where you are or what job you’re doing. I swear,” Evan pleaded, his emotions wide open. So much so that it overwhelmed Ex.

He sighed at the sincerity in his brother’s gray eyes, eyes he knew were similar to his own. “I know you wouldn’t, pipsqueak, but this is for your own good. I can’t have anyone trying to use you and Mom to get to me.”

“Jesus, dude. What the hell do you do in the military?”

Not the military, but a branch of the government, yes. Ex didn’t answer. He never did. The last his mother and brother knew he’d boarded a bus at Fort Benning eight years ago to take him to boot camp and was never heard from again. Until he’d broken down and contacted his brother on his thirteenth birthday with a secure cell phone he’d sent wrapped as a gift.

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Detective Cashel 'Cash' Godfrey is big, tattooed and angry so people typically keep their distance. He's fresh out of the police academy, however, no one is looking to partner with the six foot four beast with a huge chip on his shoulder and an inability to trust. When Cash scans the orientation room he wasn't expecting to find sexy hazel eyes locked onto him. Eyes of the handsome Detective Leonidis 'Leo' Day. Leo is charming, witty, hilariously sarcastic and the only one that can make Cash smile. He’s proud, out and one bad-ass detective. Together Cash and Leo become the most revered and successful narcotics detectives Atlanta’s ever seen. Able to communicate and understand each other, without even having to voice it, they quickly climb up the promotional ranks. When Cash saves Leo's life in a raid that turns deadly, Leo begins to see something in the big man that no one else does…something special. But Leo fears he'll never break through the impenetrable wall that protects Cash's heart. Nothing Special takes the reader through various emotions throughout the richly fulfilling plot that’s full of erotic gay romance, heartache, passion, trials and tribulations, police action scenes, and an intriguing twist that comes to an amazing ending that’s impossible to see coming.
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How He is Something

“I expect my officers to be diligent, dedicated, focused, and work together as a unit. Most importantly, I expect my officers to not get themselves killed.”

Detective Cashel Godfrey groaned and rolled his eyes at the captain’s obvious statement of their goals. He was pretty sure that all the officers just graduating the academy didn’t want to die anytime soon. Fifteen new recruits were squeezed into the meeting room eagerly anticipating who they'd be partnered with and how soon they'd be able to hit the streets. The ever-present hero complex shinning in their eyes.

Godfrey tried to inconspicuously survey the freshly shaven faces. He didn’t recognize any of them. Most of the cliché rookies were sporting gelled hair, large, tattooed biceps, and backward Ray-Bans resting on their thick necks. He tried not to be obvious while looking into their eyes—seeing if he could make a connection with his future partner. He wasn’t prepared for the light brown eyes that locked onto him, unblinking.

Godfrey quickly took in the man’s lithe, strong physique. Although he was sitting, Godfrey knew he couldn’t be any taller than five-foot-ten, five-eleven. His hair was dirty blond, free of product, and longer than he’d expect a rookie to wear it. His trendy five o’clock shadow was already present at eight a.m. Godfrey unconsciously fingered his own neatly trimmed goatee and saw the man quirk up one side of his mouth, his gaze still steady on him.

His arms were crossed over his chest and the short-sleeved, blue polyester uniform shirt allowed a peek at the skull and crossbones tattooed on his left biceps. Godfrey had to squint his eyes to see the simple lettering on the three-inch nametag just above his right pocket. DAY. When he brought his eyes back up, he could see Day’s intelligent eyes were sizing him up just as hard.

Godfrey heard the captain clap his hands together once, breaking their stare-off.

“All right, officers, you’ll spend most of today in admin getting your IDs and log-ins for the database, there’ll also be a few uniforms to do tours of the station: interrogation rooms, holding tanks, records room, gym, locker rooms, blah, blah.” He trailed off. The captain looked hard at everyone in the room. “When you’re finished today, I want you all to go home, fuck your wives, and kiss your kids; because from tomorrow forward, I don’t give a fuck about office hours… you’re here until I say you can leave. I own your rookie asses until you prove otherwise. Got it? Any questions?” His voice boomed in the small room.

Godfrey watched Day raise two fingers.

“What is it, Officer Day?” The captain turned hard, dark eyes on the man, already sporting a sarcastic smirk.

“What if you don’t have a wife to fuck, sir?” Day quipped, his mouth twitching at trying to hide his amusement.

“Then fuck your boyfriend, Day, I don’t give a shit, just make sure you can still drag your ass back in here at zero-dark-thirty tomorrow, smart-mouth.” The captain snatched his paperwork off the podium and left the room.

“Yes, sir,” Day whispered after the captain slammed the door.

The men started to gather their stuff, getting ready to file out of the room. Godfrey lingered, watching Officer Day pull out his cell phone and use a thin stylus to manipulate the small screen.

“Well at least we’ve spotted the faggot early on, so we know who to protect our junk from in the locker room.”

Laughter rang throughout the room.

Day’s head eased up slowly and leveled what Godfrey assumed was his annoyed face at the wannabe 21 Jump Street cop who'd stopped to see if he could push Day’s buttons while securing his reputation as the homophobic, asshole cop.

Godfrey slowly eased around the table, approaching the cop from behind and Day immediately locked on to Godfrey’s eyes over the asshole’s shoulder.

Day looked at the man’s nametag. “I think your pencil-dick is safe, Ronowski… you’re not my type anyway. I have a strict no-bastards rule. Now move on.”

“Oh, so you’re a selective faggot. I thought you guys fucked any dick that's available.” Asshole cop sneered.

“I wouldn’t fuck you if your dick jizzed liquid gold.” Day smirked while a few other officers laughed.

Ronowski took a couple steps closer to Day and things suddenly turned real serious, drawing several of the officers in the room in closer.

“Just make sure you stay the fuck away from me, ass-licker.”

Godfrey was moving up the row when he saw Day pocket his cell, snort, and flick the side of his nose with his thumb, the telltale sign that he was getting ready to knock this asshole out.

“I said: move on,” Day growled, his furious hazel eyes now the color of burning amber as he closed the distance between him and his bully. Godfrey was now directly behind the asshole, who was completely oblivious to his position sandwiched between fury and disgust. Godfrey was actually beyond disgusted. He couldn’t believe there were still people with this hick-town mentality. He’d had to deal with prejudices and bigotry all his life, growing up in Clayhatchee, Alabama. Just when he thought he’d escaped it… it rears its ugly head again.

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Free

“Okay, we’re gonna take a little shortcut, fellas. Make a left onto the dirt road right before the next stoplight.”

“We’ll lose them if we get off this street, Free,” Ruxs said.

“No we won’t. I still got eyes on them.”

“Then you’ll lose us,” Ruxs countered.

“Not for long.” Free was as calm as he always was, even with his good friends chasing down three heavily armed men.

“What’s the name of the road, Free?” Green asked.

Free could see the detective through his cabin dashboard camera as he masterfully handled the powerful F350, while Free navigated him through the sticks of Gainesville from the station. Free’s hands moved over his keyboard so fast, he no longer thought about it—only the results. He had multiple maps up on the screen to his left. “Hmm. It doesn’t appear to have a name.”

“Every road has a name, Free,” Tech argued.

Free saw his best friend’s scowl as he was jostled around in the back seat of Green’s truck. He zoomed in closer on the grainy satellite image. No street marker. Hmm. “Well this one doesn’t. Turn now!”

“Shit.” Green cursed.

The sound of squealing tires reached Free’s ears.

“Um. I don’t think this is an actual road, Free,” Tech said.

“We’re in the goddamn woods, Free!” Green yelled.

He flinched when he checked the monitor displaying Green’s forward camera. Branches and brush flew up in all directions, hitting the truck’s windshield.

“This is killing my truck,” Green rumbled. “You’re gonna pay Furious to fix all these dents, Freeman!”

“This isn’t even a road,” Steele grunted. “It’s probably called ‘Last-Minutes-of-Your-Life Trail’.”

“Keep going,” Syn commanded calmly.

The team’s sergeant stood behind Free while he worked, only chiming in when he absolutely needed to. He knew how to let Free do his job.

“The vehicle is still in my sight. Suspects are turning left on E Hall. Another seventy-five meters and you’re there,” Free said confidently, still watching the monitor displaying the satellite image of P Davidson Rd.

“Roger that,” Green gritted out through the radio.

Free never took his eyes off the screens. Over the thirty years he’d been engrossed in computer technology, he’d gotten used to simultaneously operating multiple devices and systems. It appeared difficult to outsiders, but hacking through satellites and databases was second nature to him. He was just happy to be doing it for the good guys, now.

The door to their office swung open, but Free didn’t turn to see who it was. Instead, he focused on his job. Four of Atlanta’s finest were in the field, in harm’s way and relying on him, so they had his complete attention. He’d been working with the amazing group of detectives for the past two months, and as of yet, he’d never let the team down. They all made one pretty impressive unit that the Mayor couldn’t have been more pleased with.

“Hart’s team is finished with their assignment. They’re finally on their way home,” God’s voice reached him from the other side of the large office.

Hart. Coming home. Free turned his head so fast he heard a slight pop in his neck. His lieutenants were both settling at their desks, powering up their computers. God and Day oversaw the Atlanta police department’s most successful narcotics task force unit. His best friend, Tech, had worked with them for the last three years before he’d decided he no longer wanted to be a technology specialist behind the scenes, and wanted to be front and center, kicking ass in the field right beside his lover. Free got it. When his best friend had called and asked for Free to replace him in his position, he couldn’t say no. He owed Tech his life.

“I hear the chief is happy as hell with Hart’s team and the job they did.” God’s grin was wide as he spoke about his friend.

“What else is new?” Day mumbled. “You and him thrive on praises and commendations.”

“Not true.” God frowned. “We’re good at what we do. Not our fault it gets recognized. I’m just glad my dog is coming home, though. And right in time for football season.”

“Free!”

Syn’s heavy tap on his shoulder jolted him before firm hands turned him back to his monitors. Oh shit. He scrambled to keep up with what he’d been doing, and what Green had just asked him.

“Not much longer,” Syn answered, instead.

“Thirty meters,” Free finally responded, suddenly feeling out of sorts.

“What’s in thirty meters?” Green barked.

“Huh?” Free blinked. He couldn’t stop himself from homing in on Hart’s name again. The big SWAT captain had been on his mind for weeks.

“Did you just say, ‘huh’?” Ruxs snapped.

“It’s the road. You’re about to intersect with E Hall. You’re already ahead of them,” Syn answered.

Free checked the monitor, swallowing roughly as he tried to drown out God and Day’s conversation in the background. His team cursed and hissed through the comms system. After taking a quick breath, Free fought to concentrate.

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“Ruxs watch out for the — Oh shit!” Damn. Not another cyclist. Green floored his huge RAM2500, barreling around the corner of Marrietta Street, keeping a close eye on his partner as he chased down one of their informants. He couldn’t jump the curb onto the sidewalk to cut off the chase because there were too many pedestrians. Ruxs needed to get the bastard to turn off of the street into one of the many deserted alleys. Green divided his attention between maneuvering through the thick mid-afternoon traffic and not losing his partner. The engine roared as he went around a slow-ass Buick and flew through another red light, just lightly clipping the back end of a MARTA bus. Oops. Thought I cleared that. Fuck.

He saw Ruxs double his efforts, landing a hard slap to the informant’s shoulder that sent him flying into an old lady, knocking her bags out of her hand. Green thought Ruxs had him but the fucker shimmied out of his coat, taking off again, cutting in between an office building and a parking garage. Green couldn’t get over to turn and follow him down the small street. He gunned it, turning onto Cone Street instead. He’d cut him off at the other end. He blared his horn. Traffic was at a complete stop waiting on the light to turn. Fuck it. He cut the corner of the sidewalk, sending a metal trashcan flying up into the air. At least there were no people on the sidewalk this time. He was almost to the exit of the alley when he saw bright blue and red lights come up fast behind him blasting its siren. He ignored it, swerved over two lanes, and put the front end of his truck into the narrow opening of the alley. If their informant hadn’t had his head turned to check how close Ruxs was getting, he would’ve seen Green’s truck coming and avoided slamming into the front of it. That had to hurt.

Green was out of the truck, coming around the front end just as Ruxs was picking up their man and throwing him back against the hood.

“Do you have to do that? I mean there’s a Dumpster right there.” Green frowned at his partner. “Look at that dent, man.”

“Shut up, Green.” Ruxs huffed.

Green smiled teasingly, he knew how much Ruxs hated doing the chasing. He stood there with his arms crossed over his broad chest watching their informant, doubled over from the pain of hitting his truck and out of breath from running the last ten minutes.

The police car’s tires squealed to a stop right next to the back end of Green’s truck. They both turned when the young cop jumped out, yelling at them to raise their hands above their heads. The cop finally got a good look at them and rolled his eyes, lowering his weapon. “Ruxs, Green, should’ve fuckin’ known.”

“What’s up Michaels?” Green shook the officer’s hand. He was one of the few uniforms that actually liked the guys on their task force. One of the few who went out of his way to speak to them or offer up any help.

“What’cha guys got there?” Michaels’ eyebrows rose up in question when he looked at the disheveled junkie that was trying to ease around Green’s truck until Ruxs pushed him back against the side of the building.

“You better go, Michaels.” Green looked at him seriously. There was no way he was going to talk to their informant using their not so professional tactics in front of another officer.

Michaels’ blue eyes cast down as he fidgeted with his fingers. “Uhh. Yeah okay. Hey Green, did you get to talk to God about any openings he may have coming up on the task force soon?”

Green suppressed his sigh. There was no way Michaels would make it on their task force. The guy was too nice and too easy going. He didn’t have a harsh or cruel bone in him. You had to have pretty tough skin to take what their lieutenants dished out… daily.

Green could see his partner gearing up to say exactly what he’d been thinking but spoke up before Ruxs could crush the handsome guy. “Not yet. I’ll talk to him real soon, okay.”

Michaels beamed a megawatt smile and walked quickly back to his squad car. Green noticed how tight Michaels’ uniform was over his thighs and ass. He chuckled to himself and shook his head sadly as Michaels gave him a friendly wave, his uniform sleeves practically cutting off circulation to his large biceps. He was just like so many others officers on the Atlanta police force. Wanted to work for God and Day.

“Why are you stringing him along? You know damn well he ain’t getting in.” Ruxs took off his black leather coat and tossed it inside the open passenger side window after he’d handcuffed their informant to the Dumpster.

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Language:	English
ISBN/ ASIN:	B01N0G9507
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The boys are back and fiercer than ever! "We were a unit tonight, moving as one. Even apart, we are deadly, but when combined – we are f**kin’ unstoppable." ~~ God ~~ Atlanta's notorious narcotics task force is at it again. They are stronger, bigger, and better than ever. Especially when a city councilman sends RECON Marine, Edwin Steele - who’s been blacklisted from his Oakland department - to join the team. God and Day weren't recruiting. They have a lot on their plates, like the fact they're supposed to be getting married soon. They don't have the time or the patience to integrate a decorated war hero with a slight chip on his shoulder into their well-oiled machine. A hothead that's uncontrollable and terrible with authority… but wasn’t that their team motto? Steele was ready to hang up his shield. He was done fighting with bigoted bastards that couldn't respect the job. He was good at fighting; he just needed the right team to fight with. When his uncle - City Councilman, Rasmus Steele - shows him a video of God's team in action, he knows right away, it's where his nephew belongs in order to restore his faith. Steele pointed to the driver, a behemoth of a man wielding those massive firearms like a true beast… like a soldier. “And him. Who the hell is he?” “That’s your new boss. Lieutenant Cashel Godfrey… they call him… God.” Steele was skeptical about his new placement, but when he meets God's technology specialist/computer genius, “Tech,” he's willing to give it his all, and he definitely shows and proves. Tech is stunning. His sweater vest and khakis, a stark contrast to the blue-jeaned roughnecks he works with. A beautiful sheep amongst the wolves. Steel thinks there's no way the brilliant man would be interested in a hardhead like him, but Tech has a few badass hidden talents of his own and manages to fool him... fool all of them. This story is a part of a series but can stand alone. It does not end on a cliffhanger and has a HEA. There are no multiple pairings in this novel.
Books in Series:	Nothing Special Series by A.E. Via
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The proposal…

They were all full on greasy triple-meat pizza and hot wings, arguing over what the sports announcers were analyzing on the post-game show.

As they all helped clean up, Day cleared his throat calling for everyone’s attention. The guys started to mumble and groan, waiting on Day to say something ridiculous, as usual. His smirk was crooked, his eyes glittering with humor. God turned and threw his big arm over Day’s shoulder. “What is it, Leo? Who do you want to call out and embarrass, now?”

Day had embarrassing ammo, in the form of secrets, on all the guys, to be pulled out anytime he was ready. They all waited while Day turned slowly and faced God. They watched God drop his arm and look at Day, neither of them speaking out loud and like always, the team wondered what they were saying to each other with those looks.

“Come on, Day. What’s up? Is it about work?” Syn asked.

“Nope.” Day shook his head slowly, eyes still on God.

God frowned, looking confused.

“You want to get together tomorrow?” Curtis asked.

“Nope.” Day put one hand deep in his jacket pocket.

“It’s just really nice to be around my brothers, my family,” Day said seriously.

The team looked on, nodding their heads in agreement, still waiting to see where their lieutenant was going with this.

“Yeah, it is,” Green agreed. “You wanted to let us know how awesome we are and give us all raises?”

The guys cheered, liking Green’s idea.

But Day looked down at the hardwood floor, slowly shaking his head again. His expression was turning more and more serious, and the room was getting eerily quiet while they waited in suspense.

“Sweetheart, spit it out,” God said in his rough timbre, casually caressing the back of Day’s neck.

Day turned to face God, looking up into his eyes. He opened his mouth to speak and had to clear his throat before anything came out. The lieutenant was being uncharacteristically reserved. Day took God’s hand that was resting heavily on his neck and held it in his own. Steeling himself, Day’s voice was calm and confident, but low when he finally spoke. Pulling a black velvet box out of his pocket, he gently stroked the soft fabric, opening the box.

“Cashel… will you marry me?”

God and Day

Day

Day put the super zoom, 3-D recording binoculars to his eyes, zooming in on the American Trans warehouse about ninety yards away. He was crouched low under the grimy window, taking pictures with the high-tech device. When he was finished, he pulled the ratty, thrift store curtains that’d already been in the abandoned two-story home when they took it over to use for their stakeout.

He rubbed his throbbing temple. Once again, that bastard Artist was setting up for a huge shipment of ecstasy into Atlanta. He’d slipped through God and Day’s fingers last year, but it wasn’t going to happen again. Their special task force didn’t like failing. The team had been handpicked from Narcotics by him and his partner, God. A unique collection of nine absolute badasses that were either too damn crazy for any other precinct to handle or too fucking talented for God and Day to let work anywhere else but for them.

“You been doing that all day. Massaging your head and blowing hard every couple hours. Is that stress from being stuck in this house for two days or from God still not committing to a date for you guys’ wedding?” Syn asked, kicking his dark boots up on one of the crates strewn about the room.

Day’s sergeant was a man he trusted with his life and with his confessions. The guy was like the priest of the group. Though only in a confidant kind of way because the man was X-rated as fuck when he was around his hot partner – ex-porn star, Furious. Day could rely on Syn to give him good advice like he did everyone, but he was so fed up with this topic. He’d proposed to God in front of his whole team, and he’d said yes, but anytime Day wanted to talk details God would shut down. He’d be busy, or off to a meeting, or about to start on something, too tired, the list was endless. Actually, the big man had gotten quite creative with his excuses.

For a couple months, Day was pretty silent on the issue, just happy to be engaged for the first time in his life, and feeling blessed to have a partner that understood him, loved him, and fought by his side. A lot of law enforcement officers didn’t have that luxury. When they were on the streets, their team got results for the chief, which earned them special accommodations from the mayor. As long as they kept the dangerous streets of Atlanta clean, thereby helping the man get reelected term after term, them being lovers wasn’t an issue for the bureaucrats.

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