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Publisher: Gray Books
Release Date (Print & Ebook): March 28th
Length (Print & Ebook): 70,000 words
Subgenre: Contemporary M/M Romance
Learn more: https://jrgraybooks.com/speak-no-evil/
Book synopsis:
Weston doesn’t believe in voodoo but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t believe in him. His life and family were steeped in the stuff and it was fine, until voodoo took everything from him, ripped his life from his grasp. And when it swallowed whole the person he loved most he had to escape.
But there were consequences. His voodoo goddess wasn’t going to let go of him so easily, and her revenge was the pinnacle of evil. He could have dealt with something like impotence or boils, but this was purely depraved. She came for him and hit him where it hurts. She might as well have taken his guns.
Weston found himself unable to lie. A hitman who can’t lie. What a joke.
When his handler throws him a bone, a job that requires no interaction only observation, Weston takes it. He should be able to do this in his sleep, but he’s off his game. He gets way too close. Nothing is as it seems, and someone else, maybe someone worse than him, is stalking his mark. But he can’t leave the kid high and dry. Not when Eli is all he can think about.
About J.R. Gray: Gray is a cynical Chicago native, who drinks coffee all day, barely sleeps, and is a little too fashion obsessed. He writes realistic and damaged characters because everyone deserves a happily ever after.
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Slightly NSFW Teaser:
Eli wobbled but didn’t back off. “You know what I’m talking about.” He stabbed a finger into Weston’s ribs. “I saw the way you stared in there.”
Weston shook his head. The gleam in Eli's eyes, that slight edge to his voice, made Weston decide to go for broke. Straight military guys seemed to be the most homophobic people he’d met, but Eli seemed to be into this—into him. He would end up getting hit if he was wrong, and his excuse to get close to his mark might blow up in his face, but he couldn’t stop the words that came out of his mouth.
“You liked it.” He had a few inches on him and was thicker all around. He wasn’t worried.
“If I did?” Eli challenged, reaching up and fisting a hand in Weston’s shirt.
“Then I guess you won’t mind this.” Weston grabbed Eli’s neck, using the leverage to press his lips against the mouth that had haunted him for a week and taunted him for the past hour. He fully expected to be shoved into the wall or hit in the face, so he kept his eyes open and his hand near his knife just in case.
Using the grip on Weston’s shirt, Eli did just that, shoving him against the wall. Weston gripped the hilt of his knife, inching it out of its sheath, but Eli leaned further into Weston and parted his lips, giving into the assaulting kiss. He flicked his tongue over Weston’s bottom lip to lure his tongue out to play. Weston’s stomach turned with nervous energy, and he groaned. His cock tightened behind his zipper. Eli tasted better than he looked, cloves with a hint of jet fuel, tinged with bourbon.
He released his hold on the knife and slid his hand around Eli’s waist. Eli kept his grip on his shirt and used his free hand to cup Weston's face, groaning into his mouth. They stayed locked together in the dim alley, exploring each other.
Weston flushed with heat. Desire flooded through his veins. He let himself forget that Eli was a mark. Kissing Eli was better than any sex he'd ever had. He kept Weston on his toes, nipping and biting ‘til his lips were swollen, only to delve his tongue into Weston’s mouth to twist and battle with his own.
Weston was breathless when they finally broke apart. His lungs were on fire as he tried to breathe normally and regain control of his pounding heart. “Well, that wasn’t what I expected.”
“I think it’s better to keep your type off balance.” Eli grabbed Weston’s hair, bringing their mouths together controlling the speed and direction
Weston’s lips parted, welcoming Eli’s persistent tongue into his mouth again. Eli pulled them apart again but lingered against Weston as his chest heaved. “Nightcap?”
Weston’s heart stopped in his chest, and he swallowed hard. His fingers reached for his holster, needing to feel the metal, but Eli’s body pressed against his made it impossible.
“Lead the way,” Weston said with his cock.
Exclusive Excerpt (NSFW)
"I have a couple hours ‘til I have to be at work still…" The context was pretty clear ‘let’s work out the rest in bed.’
“Why the fuck do you think I came here? To talk about my tattoos?”
“You’re the straight-ish one.”
Eli didn't wait for Weston's answer. He hooked a leg over Weston’s hips and slid into his lap, and then they were kissing. Weston didn't miss the invitation and slid his arms around Eli’s neck, urging him on. This was work. If he couldn't lie to anyone else, Weston could at least still lie to himself.
Right as the thought crossed his mind, Eli's tongue parted Weston’s lips, seeking more, probing the tips of Weston’s teeth. He indulged, craving a taste, and was hit by the rush of Eli’s breath, the sting of the clove on his tongue. Eli’s fist closed around his shirt. The hold was entirely possessive. Weston had no idea what he'd gotten himself into. He was used to being the one in control, but it was clear Eli had other ideas.
Eli dragged Weston on top of him as he laid back. He followed willingly, for now, parting his knees over Eli’s narrower hips to sit right on his dick. Weston’s jeans were tight and uncomfortable, all the extra room gone from the first sight of Eli laid out before him.
Eli dug his nails into Weston’s hips, encouraging him to rock his hips. What was one more one-night stand?
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