Marine Bodyguards #2
Release Date: February 28, 2015
Crawling Into Bed with Patricia Logan
And a Good Book
Important things first, are these sheets silk or cotton? I am partial to silk sheets so thank you for indulging me, Lee. *squirms*
*blushes* What are you wearing? *blinks and pulls the sheet up under her chin, eyeballing the hottie* Um…
*headdesk* Why do people keep thinking this is a clothing optional activity? What are we snacking on in bed while we read tonight? Strawberry Twizzlers and Los Lobos Doritos tacos with extra sour cream and plenty of Fire sauce J
Um... I'll have the Twizzlers. Those chips sound lethal. If I open this nightstand drawer, what will I find? *slaps Lee’s hand then smiles* Nothing. *whistles*
*eye roll* Yeah, because our readers ahve never seen those before. Do you roll up in the blankets like a burrito, or kick the covers off during the night? Neither. I sleep with the sheet and the blanket within reach. I do live in Southern California, after all. I am a very clean sleeper. When I get up in the morning, I literally pull up my sheet and blanket and fluff my pillow. Then, I put on my environmental protection gear and make my husband’s side of the bed. It usually looks like a bomb went off. lol
Can I put my cold feet on your calves to warm them up? FRESH! *smiles shyly* Sure, big boy.
What are we reading? “The Thief” Book 2 of my Marine Bodyguards series.
Author Name: Patricia Logan
Cover Artist: Jeff Adkins
Blurb(s): Former Marine and bona fide hero, Ranger Corrigan, is one paycheck away from joining his brethren among the ranks of Los Angeles’s homeless Veterans. When he is offered a great paying job in a palatial mansion, Ranger jumps at the chance for a roof over his head and a hot meal in his belly.
Handsome and cultured Landry Metzel lives too well to be the insurance appraiser he claims to be, and Ranger can’t help but want to know why he’s been hired to protect an innocuous man with no enemies. Metzel certainly won’t be sorry to see him go.
As famous masterpieces suddenly begin disappearing from private collections, Ranger begins putting two and two together. When an LAPD detective starts asking questions about murders tied to the thefts, Ranger suddenly wants to learn more about the man he’s hopelessly attracted to.
A wisecracking former Marine, a man with a desperate secret to hide, and a murderous villain come together in a tale of murder, danger, intrigue, and the crime of the century.
“Well, you look no worse for the wear, Landry,” he said as Landry walked over and slipped his arms under the leather jacket and around Ranger’s back, looking up into his handsome face. His brown eyes were twinkling with humor as he reached around and hugged Landry, leaning down to kiss him. As Ranger plied his lips, Landry sighed, realizing that he’d never expected to meet a man like his big bodyguard who’d walked into his life and taken over everything in it including finding his way into his heart in such a short time. When they separated from the kiss, Landry stared up at him.
“What did you think? I’d come walking out of the bathroom bowlegged?” Landry remarked with a smile.
Ranger grinned and then leaned down, pecking his lips again. “You could have the good grace to at least walk like John Wayne for a few minutes to remind me that I’ve just been deep inside you.”
What an understatement! Ranger’s not only hot as hell but hung like Wayne’s horse. “Mm, say that again,” Landry said, reaching up and circling Ranger’s neck and tugging at his head to pull him down for another kiss.
Ranger complied, kissing him slowly and softly before pulling away and staring down at him. He smiled again. “Deep inside you?”
“Deep… DEEP inside me,” Landry said with a chuckle.
“Why is the door locked?” Suddenly the doorknob to Landry’s room rattled. Fear lanced through Landry as he realized Belzer was right outside the room. His gaze flew to Ranger and the look on his bodyguard’s face was filled with the very same emotion. How an eighty-five year old man could strike fear in the hearts of two grown men a third their age, Landry would never know.
“Jesus!” Landry whispered. “That’s Belzer! Hide.”
“Hide?” Ranger said. He and Landry broke apart and Ranger looked frantically side to side. “Where?”
“Jesus! Keep your voice down,” Landry hissed. He began bouncing on the balls of his feet, not knowing what the hell to do with a six and a half foot tall bodyguard who had no business being in his bedroom with the door locked. “Hide! Hide! Hide!” he waved his hands frantically in all directions. He finally decided on the bathroom. “There! There!” he pointed.
Ranger darted toward the bathroom and Landry reacted in fear as Belzer called out, “Master Landry? Why is the door locked? Are you in there, Master Landry?” He pounded on the door and Landry froze in fear as he saw Ranger in an all out flight for the bathroom.
“Not in the bathroom!” he whispered loudly, running after Ranger. He grabbed his bicep as Ranger swung around and stared down at him.
“What? You said the bathroom.” His eyes were wide also.
“Belzer is always checking the bathroom. For all I know he could have clean towels,” Landry hissed, leaning close to Ranger. “God knows, I tell the man not to do the laundry!” He was freaking out but all he knew was there was no way he wanted Belzer to find out he was gay by being caught in the buff with his handsome bodyguard in the room.
“Christ. Where then?” Ranger asked, frantically holding onto Landry’s hands with a grip of steel.
Landry’s eyes darted all around the room. “The closet! The closet!” he hissed.
Ranger darted toward the closet.
“Not in the closet!” he whispered loudly, frantically running after Ranger to stop him. “Belzer may have something to hang in there!”
Ranger stopped in his tracks and spun around, glaring at Landry. “Maybe if I stand here still as a statue, and turn sideways he won’t see me,” he growled.
“Now is no time to play games, Ranger!” Landry hissed.
“Yeah? Cause hop-fuckin’-scotch comes to mind!” Ranger sniped.
“Master Landry! Are you in there?” The old geezer pounded on the door again.
“Here, Belzer!” Landry called out as he frantically ran in circles around the room. “I’ll be there in a second!” he yelled. He ran over to Ranger and grabbed his arm, lowering his voice to a loud whisper. “Do something!”
“Well, I could curl into a tiny speck of dust but he’d probably have a broom and a pan with him and when he finished with me, you’d never hear from me again!”
Categories: Contemporary, Crime Fiction, Erotica, Fiction, Gay Fiction, Humor, M/M Romance, Mystery, Thriller
Author Bio: Patricia Logan resides in Los Angeles, California along with her husband, four children, her grandchild and ever increasing number of cats. When not being stage mom, baking cookies, or scooping kitty litter, she writes steamy, award winning, gay erotic romance and tries to lead her readers on a journey of discovery with more than a little angst.
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