A
Dangerous Dance
Haven
Hart Series, Book 3
Davidson
King
Publication
Date: July 17th
M/M,
Romance, Suspense, Drama
Synopsis
Finally working for a man he can trust has given
Bill a new purpose. His boss, Christopher Manos, commands respect and absolute
loyalty, and Bill has proven himself worthy of a seat at Christopher’s table.
Becoming best friends with Christopher’s husband, Snow, has further proven his
allegiance and cements a place for him in the Manos family. When Snow’s life is
in danger, Christopher places his full trust in Bill to destroy anything and
anyone that poses a threat to his husband. But hunting and wiping out the enemy
for the safety of everyone Bill cares about means partnering with the one
person he has vowed to never see again.
Mace wears a mask of vain cockiness and uses his
model good looks to his full advantage. Known to many as Without a Trace Mace,
he’s a deadly assassin well known for wiping out whole families and getting
away without a trace. With a dangerous past and an unknown future, Mace uses
his veil of conceit to keep others at a distance, rarely trusting anyone. When
his boss, Black--the one man he trusts above all others—gives him his next
assignment, he learns his newest partner is none other than Bill, the man he’d
do anything to avoid.
With the safety of the Manos family on the line
at the hands of a brilliant maniac, Bill and Mace begrudgingly put their
differences aside to ensure Snow, and his loved ones, are protected from harm.
With their lives in grave danger and the clock ticking towards zero hour,
they navigate deathly perilous situations and uncertain outcomes, hoping they
survive long enough to keep the Manos family safe.
Bill and Mace’s traitorous hearts draw them
closer together no matter how hard they fight the inevitable. With the lives of
their loved ones hanging in the balance, they find themselves in the middle of
a dangerous dance. But when the music stops, will they both be left standing?
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Length: 57,400 words
Excerpt
The night
before, I left Mace sleeping on the couch. I’d never admit it to him, but I
ended up foregoing the end of The Fifth Element in favor of watching him sleep.
He was a gorgeous man. Too beautiful for a mere mortal, almost.
I
remembered when we were staking out a place we thought Lee was in last year,
Mace was so bored, he ended up watching cat videos. He had laughed like he was
afraid of being caught. It was then I began wondering why he’d felt that way.
Of course, it had only taken him opening his mouth to remind me why I didn’t
give a shit.
People
like Mace fucked men like Snow. Ethereal, stunning, pristine men. Men that when
they rubbed up against you made you shine brighter. I fucked whoever showed me
even a little interest. I wasn’t picky.
When I
had worked for Roy, I never fucked the underage boys like he did. Never raped
anyone like he did. I slipped into gay clubs, fucked a stranger in a bathroom,
and rushed back before anyone knew I was gone. Sex for me was never a beautiful
thing. It was a necessary thing. Something I did so my balls wouldn’t explode.
“We leave
in ten,” Mace shouted through my bedroom door, where I was getting dressed to
blend into Wet and Wild Night at Joker’s Sin. I didn’t have clubbing clothes,
so I opted for a white t-shirt, black jeans, and my boots. It was getting
colder outside and often a flurry would pop up out of nowhere, so I was glad I
had my leather jacket.
When I
stepped out of the bedroom, Mace was leaning against the wall, scrolling
through his phone. Most likely a message from Black. I was able to take a
moment to appreciate the physicality of the man. Long legs that would wrap
nicely around my waist. The white shirt was so sheer, I could see the shadows
of lean muscles I wouldn’t mind painting with my come. His dark, layered hair
was longer than I’d ever seen it and my fingers twitched with the need to grip
it as I thrust into his tight…
“Why are
you staring at me? Do I have a stain or something?” He frantically began
looking over every inch of fabric. I decided to put him out of his misery.
“Nothing’s
wrong. I was just wondering if I was underdressed. I don’t want to stick out, I
need to fit in.”
Mace took
me in. His gaze was both welcomed and dangerous. Lust danced in his eyes and I
suddenly wondered how this even happened. I hated this man, everything he stood
for, and his better than thou attitude. Why was I suddenly wondering what he
tasted like?
Had I not
seen the want in his gaze, I wouldn’t have believed he’d find someone like me
appealing at all.
“You look
good.”His voice was rough and when he turned away, I felt the loss like ice
water thrust over me. “Jones is driving us. He’ll watch the entrance. Zagan is
unpredictable, so we need all the eyes we can get.”
Davidson King, always had a hope that someday
her daydreams would become real-life stories. As a child, you would often find
her in her own world, thinking up the most insane situations. It may have taken
her awhile, but she made her dream come true with her first published work,
Snow Falling.
When she’s not writing you can find her blogging away on Diverse Reader, her review and promotional site. She managed to wrangle herself a husband who matched her crazy and they hatched three wonderful children.
If you were to ask her what gave her the courage to finally publish, she’d tell you it was her amazing family and friends. Support is vital in all things and when you’re afraid of your dreams, it will be your cheering section that will lift you up.
When she’s not writing you can find her blogging away on Diverse Reader, her review and promotional site. She managed to wrangle herself a husband who matched her crazy and they hatched three wonderful children.
If you were to ask her what gave her the courage to finally publish, she’d tell you it was her amazing family and friends. Support is vital in all things and when you’re afraid of your dreams, it will be your cheering section that will lift you up.
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