Speak
No Evil by J.R. Gray
Publisher:
Gray Books
Release
Date (Print & Ebook):
March 28th
Length
(Print & Ebook): 70,000
words
Subgenre:
Contemporary
M/M Romance
Learn more: https://jrgraybooks.com/speak-no-evil/
Book
synopsis:
Weston doesn’t believe in voodoo but that doesn’t mean it
doesn’t believe in him. His life and family were steeped in the stuff and it
was fine, until voodoo took everything from him, ripped his life from his
grasp. And when it swallowed whole the person he loved most he had to escape.
But there were consequences. His voodoo goddess wasn’t
going to let go of him so easily, and her revenge was the pinnacle of evil. He
could have dealt with something like impotence or boils, but this was purely
depraved. She came for him and hit him where it hurts. She might as well have
taken his guns.
Weston found himself unable to lie. A hitman who can’t
lie. What a joke.
When his handler throws him a bone, a job that requires no
interaction only observation, Weston takes it. He should be able to do this in
his sleep, but he’s off his game. He gets way too close. Nothing is as it
seems, and someone else, maybe someone worse than him, is stalking his mark.
But he can’t leave the kid high and dry. Not when Eli is all he can think
about.
Excerpt:
Slightly
NSFW:
Eli wobbled but didn’t back off. “You know what
I’m talking about.” He stabbed a finger into Weston’s ribs. “I saw the way you
stared in there.”
Weston
shook his head. The gleam in Eli's eyes, that slight edge to his voice, made
Weston decide to go for broke. Straight military guys seemed to be the most
homophobic people he’d met, but Eli seemed to be into this—into him. He would
end up getting hit if he was wrong, and his excuse to get close to his mark
might blow up in his face, but he couldn’t stop the words that came out of his
mouth.
“You liked it.” He had a few inches on him and
was thicker all around. He wasn’t worried.
“If I did?” Eli challenged, reaching up and
fisting a hand in Weston’s shirt.
“Then I guess you won’t mind this.” Weston
grabbed Eli’s neck, using the leverage to press his lips against the mouth that
had haunted him for a week and taunted him for the past hour. He fully expected
to be shoved into the wall or hit in the face, so he kept his eyes open and his
hand near his knife just in case.
Using the grip on Weston’s shirt, Eli did just
that, shoving him against the wall. Weston gripped the hilt of his knife,
inching it out of its sheath, but Eli leaned further into Weston and parted his
lips, giving into the assaulting kiss. He flicked his tongue over Weston’s
bottom lip to lure his tongue out to play. Weston’s stomach turned with nervous
energy, and he groaned. His cock tightened behind his zipper. Eli tasted better
than he looked, cloves with a hint of jet fuel, tinged with bourbon.
He released his hold on the knife and slid his
hand around Eli’s waist. Eli kept his grip on his shirt and used his free hand
to cup Weston's face, groaning into his mouth. They stayed locked together in
the dim alley, exploring each other.
Weston flushed with heat. Desire flooded through
his veins. He let himself forget that Eli was a mark. Kissing Eli was better
than any sex he'd ever had. He kept Weston on his toes, nipping and biting ‘til
his lips were swollen, only to delve his tongue into Weston’s mouth to twist
and battle with his own.
Weston was breathless when they finally broke
apart. His lungs were on fire as he tried to breathe normally and regain
control of his pounding heart. “Well, that wasn’t what I expected.”
“I think it’s better to keep your type off
balance.” Eli grabbed Weston’s hair, bringing their mouths together controlling
the speed and direction
Weston’s lips parted, welcoming Eli’s persistent
tongue into his mouth again. Eli pulled them apart again but lingered against
Weston as his chest heaved. “Nightcap?”
Weston’s heart stopped in his chest, and he
swallowed hard. His fingers reached for his holster, needing to feel the metal,
but Eli’s body pressed against his made it impossible.
“Lead the way,” Weston said with his cock.
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About J.R.
Gray:
Gray is a cynical
Chicago native, who drinks coffee all day, barely sleeps, and is a little too
fashion obsessed. He writes realistic and damaged characters because everyone
deserves a happily ever after.
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