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The Heart Heist
By Elle Keaton

The Heart Heist Ebook

Crimes of the Heart, Book 2

Duff Cleveland knows better than to open himself to love, that’s how you get hurt.

Jacob De Rossi is a family guy; he’s got the house and the picket fence he’s just missing the man.

When a gorgeous stranger wanders into Jacob’s yoga studio one summer night Jacob knows he’s in trouble. He’s going to break all his rules and probably his heart.

Something about Jacob has Duff wanting more, but how many just one more time’s can a dedicated hookup artist justify? He can hardly handle the life he’s living, having an actual boyfriend is impossible.

Jacob’s not letting Duff go easily. It’s obvious, to him at least, that Duff needs someone in his corner, and he’s the man for the job.

Will Duff recognize his heart is safe with Jacob before it’s too late?

The Heart Heist is a first person, dual POV, following Duff Cleveland and Jacob De Rossi as Jacob woos Duff’s reluctant heart. No cliffhanger, HEA guaranteed. Heat level, 4+.

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DUFF

“Hi?” I call back, because I can’t actually tell who they are underneath all the Gore-Tex; my brain says it’s Jacob, but that doesn’t make any sense. He should be at the yoga studio.

One of them stands up and waves again. The lump of rain gear resolves into Jacob De Rossi, and my fool heart skips a beat. Probably I need to have something other than coffee in my system. Sure, that’s it.

Jacob squints at me, seeing something in my expression, maybe, or possibly my body language. I automatically straighten my posture, trying not to appear as dejected as I feel. It’s been that way since we met, and it’s one of the reasons I instantly vowed to keep him in the hookup column. At this distance, I’m reminded that we’re only a few inches different in height, but our similarities end there. Jacob is definitely Italian and I’m an American mutt. He’s dark, and I don’t know how to explain it but he’s strong, both physically and mentally. I don’t know where it all comes from, but it’s there and I crave it. His whole being is warm – his deep brown eyes, his black hair cut short against his skull, and his skin warm to the touch, like he’s just come in out of the sun. That’s all hidden underneath practical rain gear right now, but I know what’s there and I want it.

“Were you coming to class? There isn’t any today,” he tells me as I draw closer.

I don’t even really know what day it is. I just came off working two weeks straight. Part of the shoot was in Miami and rest down in the Keys. And now, here I am, back in Seattle, where it’s dark at five pm and raining. And cold. I shiver again. But dammit if Jacob doesn’t make me feel warm inside.

He smiles, bright and true, taking pity on me, not waiting for my reply.

“Come sit with us.” Picking up my beleaguered luggage as if it weighs nothing, he lifts it over the railing while I make my way to the patio entrance. Jacob pats the open spot next to him and I slip in, grateful for the small amount of heat put off by the propane flames and by Jacob himself. I am officially freezing and feeling like an idiot for not checking the class schedule. What if Jacob hadn’t been meeting his friends for beers? I feel awkward, but not so much that I won’t crash this get-together. There is such a thing as self-preservation, I tell myself.

“Here.” He shrugs out of his raincoat and wraps it around me. Instantly, it’s like I’m in a Jacob De Rossi burrito, surrounded by his latent body heat and that scent I never realize I miss until I smell it again. I breath in deeply, hoping no one else notices; he’s a drug and I keep coming back for more. One of the people on the other side of the table catches my eye and I think I may be busted.

“Thanks,” I say, burrowing further into his coat like a rabbit, or maybe a mole. I know I’m only fooling myself; I’m not the kind of person Jacob really wants or needs in his life.

“You’re not cold?” I ask, just to make sure, but I don’t want to give his coat back.

He shakes his head and shrugs. “Human furnace.” He’s wearing a thick cream-colored cable knit sweater, and a jaunty plaid scarf is wrapped around his neck, making me think about stiff Irish breezes and men with sexy accents. The sweater alone makes me want to jump his bones right here. It’s been a lonely couple of weeks.

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About the Author:

Elle Keaton writes contemporary gay romance and MM romantic suspense set in the Pacific Northwest. Elle’s books are known for their hot mm romance, complex characters, and unique sense of place. The men start out broken, and maybe they’re still banged up by the end, but they always find the other half of their hearts.

Elle published first in 2017, now she has over seventeen books available for you to read or listen to. She loves cats and dogs, Star Wars and Star Trek, pineapple on pizza, and is known to start crossword puzzles with ballpoint pen.

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