Going Deep
Fitting In Series Book 4
Silvia Violet
M/M Romance
Cover Design: Meredith Russell
Cover Photo: Dan Skinner Photography
Release Date: 2.22.16
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BLURB:
Gray, Jack, and Mason are back.
Their threeway relationship keeps growing stronger, and Gray 's feelings for
his partners run deeper than he ever thought possible. While he’s learned to be
romantic at home, at work, he’s still a big tough cop that nobody wants to
cross. When the murders of several young prostitutes falls to him to solve, and
he has no suspects and no motive, his confidence takes a hit. Every dead end,
every day that goes by, adds to the urgency he feels to find the murderer.
Gray desperately needs a break, with the case and for himself. He excels at taking care of both his men, in bed and out, but when it comes to accepting comfort in return, he shuts down, even with everything at work going to hell. Jack and Mason want him to take a vacation when the case ends, but Gray knows he sucks at down time unless it’s spent in bed.
With his case weighing on him and his partners trying their best to help, Gray is going to have to figure out how a high-handed man like himself can let go.
Gray desperately needs a break, with the case and for himself. He excels at taking care of both his men, in bed and out, but when it comes to accepting comfort in return, he shuts down, even with everything at work going to hell. Jack and Mason want him to take a vacation when the case ends, but Gray knows he sucks at down time unless it’s spent in bed.
With his case weighing on him and his partners trying their best to help, Gray is going to have to figure out how a high-handed man like himself can let go.
TEASER
EXCERPT
Gray turned
over and rubbed his eyes, trying to pull himself from sleep. He had that
weighted feeling where the bed seemed to suck him in and getting up was more of
a fight than he was up for. It had taken forever for him to fall back asleep
after his nightmare and now he wished he’d just stayed up.
He grabbed his phone and turned it on to see the time. The
light from the screen stung his eyes. He blinked a few times and then the
numbers registered: 8:03.
Fuck! He was late. Just what he
needed.
He heard Mason stirring in the kitchen. Why the hell hadn’t
Mason woken him? By the time he hurried through his shower, dressed, and
started looking around for his computer bag—where the hell had he left it?—Jack
was coming in the door.
“Gray, what are you still doing here?”
“Good question. Ask Mason since he didn’t bother waking me,”
Gray snapped.
Mason looked up from his bowl of cereal. “How was I supposed
to know you expected a wakeup call?”
“Because I have to be at work at eight.” There was his bag,
by the TV.
“I figured you were going in late,” Mason said.
“Right, with two unsolved murders and more maybe to come, I
thought I’d just sleep in.”
Jack tossed his backpack on a chair. “I had a shit night. I
really don’t need this.”
“Yeah, neither do I. What I need is to get to work and find
a fucking motive or a fucking suspect or something to solve this fucking case,
but since I haven’t, I won’t be able to go on our little trip.”
“What?” Jack said.
“I can’t go on vacation when lives are on the line.”
“Wait, I don’t—”
“Just cancel the reservation.”
“It’s not for another week,” Mason said.
“So sorry murder doesn’t work on your timeline.”
Mason recoiled as if he’d been physically struck.
“You’re just trying to make an excuse.” Jack’s face was red
with anger, his fists balled at his side. “You never wanted to go.”
His anger pushed at Gray, calling him to strike back. “Yeah,
because I have a job to do.” Gray slammed the door behind him. And immediately
wished he had to courage to open it back up and apologize. What the fuck was he
doing? The dream had really fucked him up.
Go in there and tell them you love them. Tell
them the whole fucking story.
But he didn’t. He was already late and… he was a fucking
coward.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Silvia Violet writes erotic romance
in a variety of genres including sci fi, paranormal, alternate history, and
historical.
She can often be found haunting coffee shops looking for the darkest, strongest cup of coffee she can find. Once equipped with the needed fuel, she can happily sit for hours pounding away at her laptop. Silvia typically leaves home disguised as a suburban stay-at-home-mom, and other coffee shop patrons tend to ask her hilarious questions like "Do you write children's books?" She loves watching the looks on their faces when they learn what she's actually up to. When not writing, Silvia enjoys baking sinful chocolate treats, exploring new styles of cooking, and reading children's books to her wickedly smart offspring.
She can often be found haunting coffee shops looking for the darkest, strongest cup of coffee she can find. Once equipped with the needed fuel, she can happily sit for hours pounding away at her laptop. Silvia typically leaves home disguised as a suburban stay-at-home-mom, and other coffee shop patrons tend to ask her hilarious questions like "Do you write children's books?" She loves watching the looks on their faces when they learn what she's actually up to. When not writing, Silvia enjoys baking sinful chocolate treats, exploring new styles of cooking, and reading children's books to her wickedly smart offspring.
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