Crawl in Bed With Haven of Parker Williams Haven's Creed #characterinterview #pridepromotions

Crawling Into Bed With Parker Williams

And a Good Book

Important things first, are these sheets silk or cotton?  When you're used to sleeping in the hills, abandoned buildings, or even the fucking sewer, you're grateful when you get to sleep in a real bed. I special order my linen from Parachute bedding. It's amazing. They're more expensive, but when you make $250,000 a kill, you can afford the finer things in life.

What are you wearing? Right now? Seeing as how I just got home from an operation, I took a shower and put on my Luxe robe. Sammy always wants me squeaky clean before we make up for lost time, if you know what I mean.

What are we snacking on in bed while we read tonight? Hell, I don't care. Kelly's got to clean it up. And after his little joke, the more crumbs, the better. Throw in some peanut butter and jelly. That shit stains real nice.

If I open this nightstand drawer, what will I find? That drawer? My Desert Eagle .50 caliber with muzzle brake is near the front for easy access. Even though I keep my guns locked away, I want something close at hand in case it's needed. In my line of work, you're either ready or you're dead.

There's also a garrote, a Richmond Laser 240 mm kitchen knife – yeah, I know. I've got a set of them, but Kelly keeps this sucker so sharp, I have to have it nearby just in case someone tries to break in, or if I get the munchies in the middle of the night.

Oh, and lube, too. Lots and lots of lube.

Do you roll up in the blankets like a burrito, or kick the covers off during the night? Sammy makes a blanket fort. It makes him feel safe when I'm not home. When I am, the walls come down, and he snuggles with me.

Can I put my cold feet on your calves to warm them up? Well now that depends. I've been teaching Sammy to use the stuff I keep in that dresser drawer. Exactly how lucky do you feel?

What are we reading? Haven's Creed by Parker Williams

 

Blurb:

An act of violence destroys his family and ends the life he knows. To escape his haunted past, he joins the military, where, as a sniper, he is trained to kill with precision and detachment. When a covert organization offers him a new purpose, he becomes Haven, an operative devoted to protecting the innocent when he can and avenging them when he cannot.

After ten years of battling the evil in the world, the life no longer holds the attraction or meaning it once had, and he’s ready to walk away. Then he meets Samuel, a young man forced from the age of twelve to work as a sex slave. If ever a man had a need for Haven, it is this one.

Yet nothing about this growing relationship is one-sided. Sammy gives Haven a stability he’s never known, and Haven becomes the rock upon which Sammy knows he can depend.

When Sammy reveals something about the enemy Haven has been hunting for months, Sammy fears it will destroy what they’ve built and he’ll lose his home in Haven’s heart.

Excerpt:

Chapter One 

Decades of grime, caked and baked in the summer sun, crusted the filthy rooftop. I shuddered at the thought of what I might be crawling around in. Either way, considering the eddies of snow and ice swirling around in the bitter cold breeze freezing my exposed skin, I almost wished for the heat of summer now. Better to be up here sweating my balls off than freezing them.

Winds off Lake Michigan could be brutal, but they were even worse at the top of the building I’d selected. I’d chosen a tight spot, especially for a man my size. Still, it offered me the best possible vantage point. My muscles cramped as I slithered forward on my stomach, and the gravel bit into the skin where my shirt had pulled free from my vest. The edge of the roof held a myriad of pipes and ductwork. Great for cover, not so good for aiming. I pulled myself in between two pipes that gave me line of sight of the house where the deal would go down. It would be an awkward shot, especially given the weather, but I’d taken worse. My breath fogged the lenses of my goggles a bit, but not enough to matter. At least not to my target.

My fingers stiffened as I slid the chamber into the rifle, the fingerless gloves providing little protection against the elements. It reminded me why I didn’t live in Chicago anymore. I hated winter with a passion. Give me my home in Florida or the one I kept in Arizona and I would be much more content.

The car pulled up a few moments later, drawing my attention back to my assignment. I glanced at my watch. Early. I hated when targets didn’t stick to a timetable. It was very rude. The driver ran around and opened John Dunkirk’s door, allowing the dead man walking to slide out of the backseat and step onto the sidewalk where he waited as Kenneth Alamo came out of the modest house. My fingers itched. Alamo had been in and out of prison for possession and distribution. His name should be next to Dunkirk’s, but he wasn’t my target. There would certainly be a reckoning for him at a later date. Maybe this event would set him on the straight and narrow. Unlikely, but in my line of work, stranger things happened.

While Alamo and Dunkirk exchanged handshakes and a brief bro hug, the driver closed the car door then pulled a case from the trunk, placed it on the hood and stepped away. I took note of the briefcase he carried and I tensed. The poison housed in the innocuous looking satchel was the reason I’d been sent. Twenty-seven people had died, that we knew of. Almost half of them were school kids, some as young as seven.

My employer frowned on that and had sent me to get the justice their families wouldn’t have gotten otherwise. The fact Dunkirk had avoided prison was reason enough he had to come our attention and had gotten his name on a death warrant.

Dunkirk cracked the lid just enough so the other guy could look into it. I imagined the buyer being gobsmacked at the amount of crap crammed into the small case. Enough to make him a shitload of money, and at the same time, give people on the streets their last fix.

While they were both occupied, I took aim. No one noticed the red dot on Dunkirk’s back. I squeezed the trigger in one fluid, practiced motion. The explosion of air that echoed off the rooftop announced his imminent death. The moment his chest exploded, chaos filled the streets. Men swarmed from the nearby building like so many cockroaches. The listening device I’d planted in Dunkirk’s car allowed me to hear the barked orders to find whoever was responsible and deal with him. By the time they got their shit together, I would be back in the shadows and on my way home.

I pulled out my phone and tapped out a quick text message.

“It’s done. Next?”

The reply came back a moment later. “Police converging. Go now. Talk later.”

I slipped the phone back into my pocket. I could hear the sirens in the distance. They’d arrest the trash, but the man responsible for all the death through the poison he sold on the streets would never have been taken to prison. His lawyers would have guaranteed it, just as they had the last four times he’d beat the rap the government put together. Dunkirk had enough dirt on a handful of key politicians to ensure he’d live to spread his filth on the streets again. That was why they’d sent me in. If there was one thing I knew with absolute certainty, dead men told no tales and, in Dunkirk’s case, sold no drugs.

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Meet the author:

Parker Williams believes that true love exists, but it always comes with a price. No happily ever after can ever be had without work, sweat, and tears that come with melding lives together.

Living in Milwaukee, Wisconsin, Parker held his job for nearly 28 years before he decided to retire and try new things. He enjoys his new life as a stay-at-home author and also working on Pride-Promotions, an LGBT author promotion service.

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Welcome Viki Lyn and Perceived Love #characterinterview #pridepromotions

Nate Coleman Character Interview Questions – Perceived Love by Viki Lyn:

1. What do you consider your greatest achievement? Professionally, it was helping the SFPD capture the Cable Car killer. He’d murdered five women before he was caught. It was a nightmarish time, but worth it in the end.  Personally, my greatest achieve to date was realizing I had to compromise so Will and I could be together. I blamed him for everything when we’d split up. That wasn’t fair.

2. If you could have any job or profession, what would it be? I’m doing what I love. Being a psychic counselor and using my gifts to help others.

3. What is your biggest regret? My biggest regret was leaving Will without talking to him first about how I was feeling. And explain why I felt the need to leave the relationship.

4. What is your favorite food? My grandmother’s homemade blackberry jam. We would pick the berries that grew wild in the empty lot next to her house. I’d spread the jam real thick over a slice of fresh French bread.

5. Share five of your favorite songs. Come Undone by Duran, Duran, Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen, Collide by Howie Day, Running One Empty by Jackson Browne, Savage Night At the Opera by Destroyer

Blurb:

When psychic Nate Coleman dreams of a murder, he knows it’s a premonition. He can’t forget the image of his ex-lover with a bullet hole through his chest. Nate has no choice but to confront Will and face the skeptical scientist’s ridicule.

Dr. William Ryner doesn’t believe in what he can’t prove. When Nate comes back into his life, it’s not to rekindle their love, but to bring up more of that mumbo jumbo that split them apart.

Despite Will’s refusal to listen, Nate can’t ignore the premonition. And, Will can’t ignore Nate. Before the gunman strikes, Will must either trust in Nate’s ability or rely only on the facts, but if he does the latter, pride could be the death of him.

NOTE: This story is a do-over, and has almost tripled in size! This book was previously published but has been revised and edited in this edition.

EXCERPT

Nate woke with a start, his heart pounding. He reached for the water glass on the nightstand and almost dropped it. Rarely did he dream of death, but when he did, he took notice. That it was Will he’d seen in his nightmare made it more complicated.

No matter. Nate had a responsibility to explore the possibility that this was a precognitive dream. Beyond that, he didn’t want to think about the consequences of taking action.

Nate grabbed his sketchbook from his nightstand. He picked up a charcoal pencil and sketched the dream images before they vanished from his mind—the gunman had worn an orange baseball cap and dark hoodie. Nate recognized the oval-shaped plaza with its pruned elm trees and classical bandstand. Will and Nate used to jog the trails throughout Golden Gate Park, and Spreckels Temple of Music had been one of their favorite places to see a concert.

There would be no reason for Will to be on a stage, especially a bandstand in San Francisco. He had moved after their breakup and now lived in London. Yet Nate couldn’t shake off the sense of dread. Maybe he had substituted Spreckels for a place in London? Sometimes his dreams were hard to interpret. Images were often metaphors.

But this nightmare… Shit. The man with the gun could be a metaphor for himself. He did own an orange baseball cap stuffed away in the back of his closet.

No. No way was Nate the shadowy figure. Sure, at first he’d wanted retribution, for Will to suffer as much as Nate had. The hurt and anger burned for months. Then one summer morning, he had awakened with a feeling of peace. The ache in his chest had lessened. From that day forward, he’d wiped Will from his memory and gotten on with his life.

Nate finished his drawings and tossed the sketchbook and pencil on the floor.

Next to him, Lulu napped on a pillow. Nate snuggled the furry body to his chest. The cat’s warmth eased his anxiety.

Lulu meowed at being disturbed as she sprawled into Nate’s arms. He’d taken in the ginger kitten when he found her on his stoop. A bowl of milk a day had convinced her to become his constant companion.

He scratched the underside of Lulu’s chin. “What should I do? He doesn’t live here. And even if I did find his number, he’d laugh me off the phone.”

Lulu tilted her heart-shaped head and blinked those expressive green eyes as if to say Nate was crazy to even consider calling his ex-boyfriend.

“Yeah, yeah, you’re right. I’d be insane to open myself to his ridicule.”

Will, a scientist through and through, would never listen to Nate’s warning. Will only believed in what he could prove in a laboratory.

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Crawl in Bed With Corin Talovich of the Avanti Chronicles #characterinterview #mmromance #sciencefiction

Crawling Into Bed with Corin Talovich

And a Good Book Avanti Chronicles: Corin’s Chance

Important things first, are these sheets silk or cotton?

Actually neither! They are made from Daresh fibers, from the local farms in the Derin Clan. They are kind of a cross between flannel and cotton. They are super soft, warm and very cozy to snuggle up in with a good man, or a good book.

What are you wearing?

I’m wearing sleep pants. They are loose, with a drawstring waist, cream and made from Paverino. Paverino is even softer than Daresh. More flannel-like. They are my favorite ones when all I want to do is spend a lazy day or time in bed. It’s quite warm here at the moment, so I’m bare chested. No doubt if Kel catches sight of me like this he’ll scowl at being half naked in bed with another man. Stupid man should know I only have eyes for him… Sorry!

What are we snacking on in bed while we read tonight?

Several things. Firstly Halicane. It’s a sweet flower that people in the clan often snack on. It has slightly chewy leaves that eventually dissolve leaving a burst of flavor on your tongue. Then we have Axrin fruit. These are really juicy and remind me of Terran strawberries. To go with them we have Purin cream which is quite tart, but the combination is amazing. We also have Lowrin fruit pie. That’s similar to peaches and works well with the Purin cream.

So it’s definitely a night for sweet treats.

If I open this nightstand drawer, what will I find?

Uh… Well there will be a couple of bottles of oil that we use for… well you know! I do keep one of our plasma guns in there. Kel hates that. He’s all big and macho and gets annoyed because he thinks that I don’t believe he can protect me. Stupid man. But I like to know that I can protect him too. I’m nowhere near his standard with swords, so this is what I feel more comfortable with.

The drawer also has one of our spare datapads in it. It’s great that even though we are on a world that doesn’t embrace technology the same way as people in the Barin Alliance do, I can still keep my datapad and use it to curl up with a good book. Plus it’s great to use for music.

Lastly there is a tiny med kit, as I’m never far from one. There’s a big one in our chest at the bottom of the bed, but I find with Kel and all the guys from the Avanti, I need one near me at all times. It’s hard work being the doctor for this clan.

Do you roll up in the blankets like a burrito, or kick the covers off during the night?

Roll up like a burrito. I love feeling cocooned in bed and on the nights that Kel is late to bed, I find it easier to sleep that way, as though the blankets take his place.

Can I put my cold feet on your calves to warm them up?

Yeah, I’m used to it! Kel has the coldest feet ever. Every night without fail I get the cold feet on calves treatment. Drives me crazy. Those feet of his are freezing, I swear that man soaks them in ice before coming to bed!

What are we reading? Avanti Chronicles: Book One

Corin’s Chance by Hannah Walker

Genre

MM Sci Fi Romance

Blurb

Posted to some star's awful cruiser, Dr. Corin Talovich hoped to serve his time quietly and get on with his life, but fate stepped in and decided otherwise.

Crashing into an unknown planet was the last thing Corin expected. With only his friend, Lieutenant Commander Tate Riven, by his side, they face the unexplored world and new enemies bravely, leading them to the Derin Clan, where they’re welcomed by the leader’s son.

Kel isn't sure about the strange men, but he isn't about to send them away, especially when the bond between Corin and himself is something he can't ignore.

When another clan wages an attack, Kel is forced to make some hard choices which nearly costs him everything he holds dear. Together, with their allies, Corin and Kel fight, focusing on the future they desire, knowing failure not only dooms their love, but also those around them. Side by side, they work to destroy the evil threatening to keep them apart and becoming the family both men desire.

May your journey be swift and uneventful, may you all get one step closer to your truemates and may good triumph over evil. Remember love conquers all.

Excerpt

With a nod to one of the four guards at the door's entrance, Carn led them into the room. Following behind him, they walked right up to the massive table sat at the end of the room. Around the table were stood six men, ranging in age from late teens to mid-sixties. They all looked weary and haggard, their bodies drooping where they stood. Maps, paperwork and cups littered the table in front of them. 

One of them turned to Carn who was standing at the front of Corin’s group. “Damn it, Carn, I told you we weren't to be disturbed for anything. I don't care who the latest bloody delegate from the Alliance is. Now is not the time.” A huge frown accompanied the man’s words.

“Laird Kel, these aren't delegates. I think you are going to want to hear this. They came asking for you as Kel, saying it was about a young girl named Eliya.” Carn cautiously spoke, wary of upsetting any of the men around the table.

All around them heads shot up from what they were focused on. Suddenly every pair of eyes in the room was focused on them with a laser-like intensity.

“What do you know about Eliya?” the man named Kel demanded. Corin’s eyes watched as he stalked towards them. His movements, while predatory, were graceful. He was close to seven feet of solid planes and hard muscles. His skin was a golden bronze which seemed to glisten in the lights around him. His hair was a mid-blonde, and flowed to just past his shoulders. Leather bracers covered his forearms while smaller leather circlets were wrapped around each bicep. Leather trousers were moulded to his thighs. Corin’s heart began to beat faster. Never had a first glance at someone affected him as it did now.

Laird Kelin was rugged in appearance. While still young, his face had a slightly weathered visage which was likely due to many hours spent outdoors. His eyes were both brown and green, with the green bleeding into the brown on the outer edges. He had a strong nose, coupled with a square jaw, and a dusting of facial hair that just added to his overall manliness.

Corin felt his cock go from soft to rock hard and aching instantly. Damn, this was a man he would happily have under him, over him, inside him. In fact, he would take him any which way he could. Tate shot Corin a questioning glance and Corin realised he hadn't been able to hide his reaction from his friend. Shooting a glance at Tate and shaking his head, Corin stepped forward.

“I need to know who you are to Eliya before I can say anything,” Corin boldly stated.

A second later, one of the other men stood around the table jumped over it and was hurtling towards Corin with a look of murderous intent on his face. Just as he got to Corin, he threw a punch that never landed. Instead, Tate stepped between Corin and Eliya, who was still asleep in the sling, and this new man. The punch hit him square in the abdomen. The pain was instantaneous, and he staggered back, all the air gone from his lungs. Tate could feel his stitches rip open from the impact. Trying to suck in a deep breath, he called on all his years of training with the Avanti and pushed the pain into the recesses of his mind and forced his body back to standing whilst simultaneously pulling his knife from the sheath at his side.

“Make another move towards him and I’ll kill you. You want him? You have to go through me first, and I promise you, I. Will. Win. You have no idea what you nearly did there.” Tate growled at the man, his stance wide, both aggressive and defensive at the same time.

“Do you know who I am?” the new man demanded as he bared his teeth at Tate.

“No,” Tate replied. “And frankly, I don't care. Now. Back. The. Fuck. Off.”

They watched as the man named Kel placed a restraining arm across the other man’s chest. “Leave it, Tir, let me deal with this. I mean it. We won't find anything out if we beat them. They came to us willingly. Give them a chance to explain.”

They all watched the man called Tir run his hands over his face before he gave a small nod and took two small steps back.

Kel raised an eyebrow at him, sighed and then turned back to Corin. There were several emotions swirling through his gaze, but his voice was calm when he spoke again. “I am Laird Kelin Tharn, son of the Chieftain of this clan, and Eliya is my niece. Laird Tirathon Tharn is her father. She was kidnapped two weeks ago with her nurse when they were walking the grounds. We have heard nothing since. There have been no ransom demands, no sightings, nothing. We have searched and searched and no trace has yet been found. The entire clan is grief stricken. As you can see, my brother is barely holding it together. Now. What. Do. You. Know.” His voice rose slightly as he struggled not to let his impatience show.

Corin looked at Tate, his eyes registering the fact the Tate looked clammy once again. They nodded to one another and Corin reached up to slowly untie the cloak from around him. He gently lifted the sleeping form of Eliya from the sling before looking up at Kel and quietly asking, “Is this her?”

Gasps echoed all around. A choked sob came from Tir's direction before he quickly lifted her from Corin’s arm, tears streaming down his face. Smiles shone around the room as a small voice whispered, “Papi?”

Quickly, a group surrounded the reunited father and daughter, cheers echoing around the room. A wave of happiness ran through the chamber and out the doors as word passed from one guard to another. Shouts of joy could be heard from the hallways as the news spread. A soft whimper from beside Corin saw him snapping his head to look at Tate.

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Meet the Author

Hannah Walker is a full-time mum to two gorgeous teenage sons, and shares her home with both them, and a very supportive husband.  They have always encouraged her to follow her dreams.

She has always loved books from her childhood years reading alongside her father, inheriting his love of Sci-Fi and Fantasy. She has combined this with her love of MM romance to write her series Avanti Chronicles. She loves writing about a complex world where the men love, and live, hard.

Welcome to the world of MM Sci-Fi.

Where to find Hannah:

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http://nuttieprof.wix.com/author-blog

Upcoming books:

Avanti Chronicles book two: Tate’s Torment.

Avanti Chronicles books 3-6.

Avanti Chronicles Shorts 1-3.

Two further series are also planned for the same universe as the Avanti Chronicles.

Musical Must Haves with Our Superheroes #mmromance #malexmale #characterfun

Lee: Hey there everyone! When we were prepping for the Superheroes blog tour, we wound up with a couple of extra interviews. Can't just let that kind of goodness go to waste, can we? So... I’m Lee Brazil, author of A Man of Unusual Talent, and these other people are CC Crane and Mat Giraud, men who inspired that story. Starred in it? Really? Okay. Mat insists on using the word “starred”; he thinks he’s Robert Downey Jr. or something. That other cluster of people over by the coffee pot is Havan Fellows and… I’ll let her introduce those two who are… Yeah. Might not want to interrupt them right now.

Havan: *waves* Hello, Havan here, and these two who are enjoying a heated debate on the pros and cons of best friends and siblings would be Dean Wades and Gavin Trevor, the main characters in my high flying superhero romantic comedy Flyboy’s First Misadventure.

Lee: Anyway, CC and Mat are here today to share a few of their favorite songs with you. *blinks* I’m not sure what Dean and Gavin are here for… putting on a show of a different sort? Anyway, go ahead CC. Tell the people about your favorite songs.

CC: Well, I am a huge music fan, and narrowing this list down to just five songs was nearly an impossible task.

Mat: But we persevered, and came up with a list that we think rocks.

CC: First, no song list is complete without David Bowie’s Lady Stardust. There’s something heroically tragic about the title character, and the narrator.

Mat: CC… you don’t have to rationalize each choice. Just tell them. These are the songs we love.

CC: Okay, also… Tom Petty -Don’t Fade on Me and Steve Miller’s Fly like an Eagle were my must haves.

Mat: And I insisted that any favorites list wasn’t complete without Foreigner’s Hot Blooded or Journey’s Don’t Stop Believin’.

Lee: What an awesome playlist! :D Havan? Can you uh…get Dean down from the ceiling so we can hear his favorite songs, too? There’d better be coffee left in that pot!

Havan: Hey, I’m only the author, not the babysitter…jeeze, if these guys did what I wanted them to do the book might be a helluva lot different. *snorts* Now, I’m not the type to listen to music while I write, but this question isn’t for me, is it? Dean? Gav?

Dean: Oh boy, okay, I know I’m not supposed to fess up to this but I’m a Swiftie. Love her new album 1989, so instead of naming songs I’m just throwing the whole darn album out there and saying yes…that.

Gavin: Tia’s in charge of the music when you two are together, isn’t she?

Dean: Yeah *hangs head*…but that doesn’t mean I don’t agree with her on this one. That woman knows her business.

Gavin: I’ll give you that. I’m a little more diverse on my playlist—Love Locked Away by R. City featuring Adam Levine, Adam kills it on that one, Billy Joel’s My Life is personally dedicated to—

Dean: I love those songs too…

Gavin: Censoring me, Dean? Which reminds me, I also like Kansas’s Carry on Wayward Son, and when I’m in a particularly appropriate mood I always tune in to some Three Days Grace, preferably Pain or Animal I Have Become. But on a lighter side Mackelmore and Ryan Lewis’s Thrift Shop…oh my fu—…um…crap it makes me laugh every single time.

Havan: Wow… I wanna say you can learn so much from the music people listen to, but Gavin might’ve stumped me. lmao :)

For more Story Orgy Superhero goodness, our co-writers Hank Edwards and Em Woods will be releasing their books soon. :)

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A MAN OF UNUSUAL TALENT:

Collin Crane is a man of unusual talent. Really unusual. Too weird for the Guinness Book unusual. On the fifty-year plan to a doctoral degree in physics, and a quiet quest to understand his own oddities, Collin clings to obscurity.  This superhero has learned the hard way that it's better to be safe than sorry.

Enter Mathias Giraud, football hero, local cop, and CC's secret fantasy since high school. Mat's a simple man with a hero complex fostered by comic books and Marvel movies. Saving the world is his fantasy, but since his roots are firmly planted in Morrisonville and reality, he'll settle for protecting and serving. Until he clashes with CC at the local convenience store and is reminded of his own high school crush.

When marshmallows are involved, the course of true love is bound to get sticky.

FLYBOY'S FIRST MISADVENTURE:

Secrets? Oh yeah, Dean Wades has a doozy. When he goes up, he doesn’t necessarily come back down. Okay, that’s not true. Dean’s a master at falling, it’s the landing that could use improvement—a lot of improvement. After thirteen years of attempting to conquer this gravity defying mystery, he can no longer live with not knowing what he is anymore. So he heads cross-country to see the two people who just might be able to give him the answers he seeks…his folks.

Easygoing Gavin Trevor is always willing to help his family, even when they have ulterior motives…like forcing him to make up with his annoying older brother. When a simple task at his parent’s house puts him in a position of danger, he’ll need a lot more than luck to avoid a serious injury—he’ll need his very own superhero.

And the fates collide, well sort of. It may not be love at first sight—Gavin was unconscious in Dean’s arms for their initial introduction…but perhaps these two men can make it a relationship at first flight?

A threat against Gavin’s family throws a wrench in their plans, and while Dean gladly offers his amateur talent to help the mission, Gavin doesn’t want to put his rescuer’s life in jeopardy by risking exposure of the greatest secret ever.

This proves to be a rescue adventure for the books. Or is that a rescue misadventure?