Synopsis
Fleeing the questions and horrific memories in Miami-Dade, Trevor Garrett accepts a deputy position in the small town of Rolling Fork, Mississippi. Plagued by anxiety attacks and an abhorrence to being touched, Trevor rebuffs his best friend’s attempts to set him up. He has no desire for any type of relationship; until the local golden boy strolls into his line of sight at the neighborhood dive…Logan Andrews just wants to take care of his mama. After years of serving his country in the Army Special Forces, Logan resigns when he learns his mother is suffering from advanced stages of Alzheimer’s disease. A night out with old friends turns heated when the newest deputy in town catches his attention…
When a sexually deviant killer sets his sights on the gay men in the area, Trevor is assigned the case. In a wicked twist, all evidence points to Logan. Can Trevor’s past be repeating itself? In a race against a killer, Trevor struggles to overcome his own insecurities and clear the man whose touch sets him on fire. Will he succeed or will their budding relationship become Collateral Damage?
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Excerpt
In the distance, gunfire erupted, a planned diversion to
further cover the jumpers. The ebony nylon whispered out above him and the
snatch and grab whipped him upright when the chute caught air. Directly below
him, fire flashed as an anti-aircraft missile tore out into the night.
“What the fuck!” Sawyer’s voice vibrated in Logan’s ear.
“They aren’t supposed to be here.” Almost simultaneously the order to abort
roared through the com.
“Abort mission. Abort mission. Snake is in the wrong den.
Say again. Abort mission and await orders.” The radio went dead. Logan
tightened his grip on the toggles. Arms straining, he manhandled the chute to
change direction. Gunfire sprayed around him. A hiss of pain echoed in his ear.
Sawyer was hit.
FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!
The curse resonated in his head as he pulled on his memory of the terrain. He
hoped Sawyer had paid attention. With the radio possibly compromised, they only
had their wits to rely on. He opted for the trees, better cover though the
landing would be rougher.
More gunfire erupted and his chute jerked. Better it was hit
than him. He fought the lines and concentrated on the trees rushing to meet his
Army issued boots. He spied a small opening, prayed Sawyer followed suit and
aimed for the maw.
Almost directly above the gap in the trees, he deliberately
collapsed the nylon and prepared to meet the ground hard. He hoped the snow
would absorb some of the impact. The tuck and roll was second nature as was
palming his preferred Sig in his left hand.
One handed, he unclasped the rigging and slid the pack from
his shoulders while keeping an ever vigilant watch on the area around him.
Another inner curse erupted when the unmistakable sound of something heavy
crashing into the trees reached his ears. He was moving before the sound fully
registered. If he heard it, the enemy did too.
“Logan.” The pained word came from above. His head snapped
up to see the soles of Sawyer’s combats.
“Cut the lines; I’ll catch you.” Logan demanded.
“Leave me. Left arm and leg hit, maybe more. Don’t think I
can run.” Sawyer wheezed. Something wet and sticky hit Logan’s cheek. Blood,
the smell gave it substance.
“Cut the fucking lines, soldier.” The order emerged harsh
though quiet. No answer. “Fine, I’ll do it my damned self.” Above him, Sawyer’s
form wobbled and the sound of metal on nylon filled the air. Logan braced
himself and caught his fellow paratrooper as he tumbled free of the branches. A
groan of pain was muffled against his BDUs as Sawyer buried his face against
Logan’s chest.
“This is going to hurt like fuck, but we gotta get outta
here.” The man in his arms went limp as he passed out from the pain. “Probably
best partner; can’t say I blame you.” With Sawyer’s weight combined with the
two combat packs weighing him down, Logan jogged deeper into the cover of the
trees. Voices rambling in another language pierced the night. He needed a place
to hide, a defensible position or they were screwed. His eyes tracked the dark
forest as he ran.
They'd dropped into the “green frontier” the no-man's land
adjacent to Hungary's border. Refugees surged across the border in waves
desperate to escape Milosevic's dirty war. Somewhere in the expanse of land
between the borders, a rebel army fought against the KLA and the FRY.
Logan's objective was to make contact with the leader and
offer American assistance. Covertly. Special Ops only. But, someone had tipped
off the Serbian president and his army. If Sawyer died, Logan would find the
traitor and rip his tongue out of his head.
From out of nowhere, a man appeared. A refugee by the look
of him with ancient eyes despite his youthful appearance. Soldier and civilian
stared at each other. The stranger’s hand lifted motioning Logan to follow. He
hesitated. The refugees could be as dangerous as the KLA and the FRY; he could
be walking into a trap. The refugee’s eyes darted to the Sig in Logan’s hand
and then behind him to the voices. He patted his own chest.
“Safe. No hurt.” The broken English did little to alleviate
Logan’s distrust. A finger pointed behind him. “Bad. You come.” Again, the
stranger patted his chest. With a curse, Logan nodded once. The man whirled and
took off with Logan hot on his heels, bare heels, in the near zero degree
temperature.
About the author
#1 Best Selling Author of Grand Slam, J.T. Cheyanne is a genre crosser who writes romance and paranormal in the m/m and m/f genres. J.T. Cheyanne resides in the beautiful state of Alabama. J.T. lives with her two sons and daughter. An avid reader since fourth grade, she has only just started writing her own stories. She also has several works published with her co-author, V.L. Moon.Social Links:
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