Title: Bad Cops
Author: A.J. Llewellyn
Series Title and Number: Laid, #2
Publisher: Torquere
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Release Date: 5/4/16
Pairing: M/M
Length: 19,000 words
Genre/Tags: BDSM, Contemporary, Crime Fiction, Erotica, Humor, Menage, Mystery, Gay Fiction
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Synopsis
Bad Cop Diaries Book 2 - Jack
Cannon’s sexy ex Will Tallman is a cop on the take…there’s nothing worse than a
bad cop…or are appearances deceiving?
In this explosive sequel to Laid, a
series devised by gay porn director John Bruno and written by A.J. Llewellyn,
hotshot Los Angeles police Lieutenant Jack Cannon is back in action. With his
lover Lucky out of town on assignment, Jack has too much time on his hands and
too much aggression to wait patiently at home for him. With a multi-department
takedown of a drug and gambling ring exposed in an old LA warehouse, Jack slips
inside the ruined, crumbling building for some solo fun…except that a few other
cops…and a bad guy or two have the same idea…some guys are just born to be bad…
Author’s Note: Every sex scene in
this book was filmed for Massive Studios in a series of webisodes.
Excerpt
Summer held its grip on the city,
even though it was November and the Christmas crush had started. Every hour on
the hour, the song Let it Snow played on the piped music system of the
Grove at Farmer’s Market. Fake snow fell from strategic spots on roofs and
lampposts. It was so goofy when the weather was so unseasonably warm.
Lucky laughed as fake snowdrops
landed on my cheeks. This outdoor complex, less than a mile from our house, was
our go-to place and we loved it. We liked the fish family, as we always called
them. We could never decide on the daily specials because everything was
wonderful and dirt cheap.
The waitresses laughed with Lucky.
Their hopeful stares faltered as he brushed white flakes from my nose and
kissed me. There was no mistaking we were lovers. I veered between wanting
people to know he was mine and keeping a safe, respectable appearance.
Stunned at the array of food they’d
plied him with, I felt a wave of fury riding high in me.
“They gave you Shrimp Louie?” I
asked, feeling a stab of jealousy.
“Fat free dressing,” he said.
I laughed. “My baby inhales French
fries but likes fat free dressing.”
“Of course. You know I pick my
carbs. Say, let’s finish this. I smell the caramel corn popping.”
We ate in silence. We never ran out
of things to talk about. It was our first awkward moment together. Ever.
It took me by surprise because we never stopped moving our lips. They were
either on each other’s mouths, asses, or cocks, arranged around food or great
conversation. But we sat, both so quiet, the weight of truth hanging like a
steel wrecking ball between us.
He decided to kick the ball.
“Jack, it’s only a few weeks. We’ll
be together for Thanksgiving, one way or another.”
“Fuck. It sucks.”
“Yeah, it sucks. But think how much
fun we’re gonna have when we meet up again.”
“Shut up,” I said and he laughed.
He took my hand. “Popcorn calls.”
We pushed through the lunchtime
crowd and bought a bag of it, still warm from the pot. We sampled some fresh
coconut corn and bought a pound of that too. We loaded up on slices of fresh
butter toffee after tasting tons of different blends. We couldn’t agree on the
peppermint bark and chose candy cane bark instead. We snapped up miniature kiwi
fruit and persimmons at the fruit stall. I was validating the parking ticket
when I saw him open his cell phone.
“It’s time,” he told me. “They’re
ready to roll.”
We went home to our little studio
guest house in back of a Pepto Bismol pink duplex on Havenhurst Drive. When I
first met him, Lucky had a gorgeous house in the Larchmont district. It was an
elaborate prop, part of his undercover disguise as a Mafioso. Now he was on to
another secret assignment and I would still be here, working with my own team.
There would always be busts, there would always be separations, but this was
the first.
He put his hand on my thigh as we
waited for a light on the corner of Melrose.
“It fucking blows monkey chunks,
Jack.”
“Yeah. It does.”
He stared straight ahead. “I’m going
to ask you once and lie to me if you have to, but can you be faithful? Please
tell me you won’t fuck anyone else. Please…just don’t do it.”
“I won’t.” I don’t think.
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Meet the Author
A.J. Llewellyn’s obsession with myth, magic, love, and romance might have led to serious stalking charges had it not been for the ability to write. Thanks to the existence of some very patient publishers, A.J.’s days are spent writing, reading and dreaming up new worlds. A.J. has definitely stopped Google-searching former boyfriends and given up all ambition to taste test every cupcake in the universe to produce over 200 published gay erotic romance novels. A.J. wants you to read them all. A.J. can be found lurking on Facebook and Twitter—part-time class clown being another occupation. When not writing or reading, A.J.’s other passions include juggling, kite-boarding, and spending a fortune buying upgrade apps for Pearl’s Peril and Farm Heroes Saga.Amazon Author Page | Facebook | Pinterest | Twitter | Website
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