5-star-readers-favoriteTHE POWER OF THREE

As an emergency room nurse at Brighton General, Samuel Mason spends most of his days caring for the sick and injured, and his nights alone. Until now.

Jack “Spider” Forrester and Dante Snow have arrived. Retired from the Army, they provide protection to those in need. They’ve come to Brighton to guard Sam’s cousin from a dire threat, but it’s Sam’s world they turn inside out. Jack wears his heart on his sleeve but is no pushover, and Dante is scarred from a past he’d sooner forget. They two are partners in all things, from the bedroom to the office to the street, and they want Sam to join them…for as long as they’re in town. But there is danger ahead, and not just from the type of men these skilled, muscled heroes have sworn to take down. The danger of falling in love.

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Excerpt From Sam's Soldiers

Dante got off the phone and pulled his anxious lover into a tight embrace. “They found Sam. He was at home, just not answering his phone.”

“Is he okay?” Spider pulled back to look Dante in the eyes.

“From what Gabe said, Sam was a bit intoxicated when they found him.” Dante tried to pull off nonchalance but knew he was failing miserably.

“Drunk? But Sam barely drinks. Even when we go out, he usually stops at one beer.” Spider was now acting more anxious than before they knew Sam was safe, and Dante wasn’t far behind, but they had to keep his fear under wraps and move forward.

“Well, apparently Sam and a bottle of whiskey got well acquainted. He’ll have one hell of a hangover tomorrow, but he’s fine.” Dante released Spider and stood staring out of their hotel window at the skyline of Nashville, Tennessee, the location of their latest client.

Dante had missed Sam the minute he stepped out of the door early that morning. He had to push himself to continue walking away. His heart kept pulling him back to the man they’d left sleeping in bed, the man who had grown to mean more to Dante than he’d ever expected, but his head pushed him onward. Leaving was the right thing to do. Still, Dante had picked up his cell phone countless times, waiting for Sam to call; it was maddening.