Audio Tour, Exclusive Excerpt & Giveaway: Resolution by Patricia Logan
Audio Tour, Excerpt & Giveaway: Resolution By Patricia Logan
Narrated by Michael Dean
Trackers, Book 3
Raven and Miguel are still on a tough recovery case involving a rare pigeon’s blood ruby worth millions of dollars. There’s a very real threat hanging over their heads, and they’re stuck with a client they don’t exactly trust, her attorney whom they suspect is involved in the whole mess, and a man claiming to be a “friend” of the widow who looks more like an extra from a mobster movie.
They’ve had more action in the first few days than they ever wanted to. Opening a new recovery business shouldn’t be this dangerous, but then again, unexpected rogue CIA operatives trying to murder them wasn’t on the cards either. Unfortunately, only three have been caught, leaving at least one more out there, desperate to get his hands on a stolen shipment of gems.
When a moldering body turns up with Raven and Miguel’s names in his pocket, things really start heating up and the bullets start to fly. Making things even more complicated— every single government alphabet agency is getting in each other’s way, and trust is in short supply. Right when it seems there’s no way out, old friends inadvertently give them a clue how to get out of all this mess with their hides intact.
From the mean streets of Los Angeles to the tropical paradise of Grand Cayman, join Raven and Miguel in the exciting conclusion of the Trackers series.
We walked into the bedroom fifteen minutes later. My stomach was full, and the dishes were done. I’d stored the leftover lasagna in the fridge and all I wanted to do was take that hot bath I’d been thinking about for hours. I stripped out of my clothes and helped Miguel off with his boots and socks because he told me it hurt his head to bend over. While he took off his clothes, I ran the bath, making sure I added a sandalwood scented oil Miguel liked, along with some bubble bath. While the tub filled, I watched as he stood in front of the bathroom mirror and peeled off the tape holding the gauze bandage over his eye. Underneath, his eye was swollen half shut, the white of his eye fire engine red.
I frowned at him.
“We’re going to the hospital in the morning.” He’d refused the paramedic’s offer to drive him to the hospital to have a doctor check his eye, saying there was no need.
He glanced over at me. “There’s nothing in there. I would feel anything gritty.”
I leaned over and lightly brushed my lips over his bruised cheek. “Humor me just the same.”
“Okay.” He pulled me into his arms, up against his body, brushing his interested cock against mine. “Right now, all I need is a strong painkiller and a hot bath. Then I’m going to slide into our bed and sleep for about a year.”
I kissed him softly then, making sure to keep the pressure light. He was so bruised, I figured any kind of pressure might hurt and that was the last thing I wanted to do. When his tongue brushed over mine, a moan rose up out of me unbidden. I finally pulled back and examined him closely. “Get in the bath. I’m going to grab those painkillers and some water. Be right back.”
I pulled on my underwear, cursing myself for not thinking about the painkillers earlier, and went to the kitchen to get a cold bottle of water. I grabbed some extra strength Tylenol and Ibuprofen from the cupboard. When I got back to the bathroom, I stripped down and handed him the water and pills. He downed them, wincing a little at the cold water.
I stepped into the tub, sliding in behind my man, pulling him back against my chest. I lifted a washcloth and soaped it up with Miguel’s sandalwood and citrus bodywash and then rubbed it softly over his chest. The feel of the hair under my fingers made my cock stiffen. I willed my body to behave. All my partner needed tonight was sleep. Sex could wait.
Miguel sighed. “That feels really good, Sunshine,” he said quietly.
I kissed his ear. “Relax and let me take care of you.” He nodded and I felt more weight against my body as he did just as I’d asked. I washed his arms and hands, massaging each finger, and then his neck, making sure that my touch was light in case he was hurting there. Little by little, I cleaned whatever areas I could reach and then asked him to lean forward so that I could get his back. I soaped it up, loving the way the muscles of his wide shoulders rippled under his beautiful skin. When I was done, I wrapped my arms around his middle and just held him as he leaned back into me, letting the steamy water do its job. When he spoke a few minutes later, I could hear the tiredness in his words.
“Lemme up, baby, or I’m gonna fall asleep right here.”
I’ve always been a sucker for a guy with muscles and a handsome face. If that makes me sound shallow, maybe I am. I’ve never had a real relationship, unless you consider the guys in my Marine Corps Recon unit. I had a great relationship with those guys. Yeah, yeah, I know we’re splitting hairs. These days, long after my retirement from active duty, the only kind of relationships I really do now are with fictional characters.
I love to read, and in fact lately, I’ve been frequenting the pages of my favorite blog, Bestreads, to escape my real-life job, one I’m not very well suited for. One reviewer on there—Nightcrawler—absolutely slays me. He always makes me laugh, steering me clear of some of the worst trash out there when I’m not trying to earn money as a bounty hunter. Maybe someday the right man will come along, and he won’t simply be a book boyfriend.
Someday.
Lately, I can’t get intrigued by any of the guys I’ve met in bars. Hookups are becoming less and less interesting for me. I’m a reader and of late, I’m also a half decent reviewer. I work exclusively for a blog called Bestreads, working under the name of Nightcrawler and I’m not ashamed to admit, I try to make them funny. In my line of work as a recovery agent for a big insurance company, I’m finding my off hours much more pleasurable. I think about my next review and my next blog post all the time. Whenever I put up a funny two-star review, I dream of the guy who might be at home reading it, but pretty sure the kind of man who reads me, is probably living in his mother’s basement. Still, I’m a romantic at heart. Someday I might just run into him in one of my stories.
Though Raven Mathis and Miguel Huerta have recently opened their new recovery business, doing things they used to do on their own, things haven’t been going so well. But some things have gone right. They’ve settled down in Nana’s house and are deeply in love. And they’re getting accustomed to working as partners, but business is slow. But when they get a call asking if they can help recover a valuable pigeon’s blood ruby, they jump at the chance, even though they’re advised to carry guns.
When the man Miguel left for dead in the desert long ago unexpectedly shows up at their first meeting with their new client, the request that they come armed, suddenly becomes a harsh reality. Miguel is in total disbelief as he’s abruptly faced with a ghost who might be out for blood. And when a dark stranger starts making threats, things start spiraling out of control. Miguel hates the fact that Raven is in terrible danger, and how is his former lover involved?
Figuring out how to navigate Miguel’s past may prove harder to overcome than they realize. It’s a lot to ask of Raven. Will their love for each other be enough? The rush to figure out why operatives are targeting them becomes a necessity, and though Miguel hates it, he realizes he may just have to rely on a few new colleagues to help.
He knows one thing, though…killing the man he’d once been in love with, might be the only way to save Raven.
International bestselling author Patricia Logan, resides in Los Angeles, California. The author of over 75 books and nearly 65 audios including several #1 bestselling gay romances, lives in a small house with a large family. She loves to write about male heroes and the men who love them. Found families are a particular theme throughout her books. She likes to think that she infuses a wide variety of life’s experiences in every book and please trust her when she says all her books come packed with emotion and unbridled humor.
When she’s not writing her next law enforcement mystery, her next paranormal, or her next BDSM romance, she’s watching her grandchildren grow up way too soon and raising kids who make her proud every day. One of her favorite tasks is coaxing nose kisses from cats who insist on flopping on her keyboard while she types. Married to a wonderful man for nearly 40 years, she counts herself lucky to be surrounded by people who love her and give her stories to tell every day.
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