Sergeant Corbin ‘Syn’ Sydney had dedicated his life to becoming the best detective. So when he heard there was an opening on the notorious Atlanta Narcotics Task Force, he jumped at the chance. But, what he wasn’t ready for was realizing just how lonely he’d made himself, when he observed the loving and dedicated relationship between the two men he served under: Lieutenant Cashel ‘God’ Godfrey and Lieutenant Leonidis Day.
Syn prepared himself to accept his lonely fate until he walked into a small pub and met the long-haired, tattooed bartender, Furious Barkley. Before Syn can even understand why, he’s overcome with feelings he barely recognizes: passion, yearning, craving. And if the dark, lustful gazes are anything to go by, Furious might be feeling the same things for him.
Just two thing needs to happen before Syn and Furi can give each other what’s been missing from their lives for so long… Syn needs to find the evidence that proves Furi’s innocence of murder, as well as protect him from a past that refuses to let go.
God, Day, Ronowski, and Johnson are still as entertaining as ever…
You’ll swoon over God’s massive take-charge attitude…
You’ll laugh hysterically at Day’s never-ending wit…
You’ll fall in love with Furious’ mysterious, sexy demeanor…
and…
You’ll embrace Syn…
And you will embrace his Syn. Syn closed himself off from dating and love so that he could focus on making sure he was the best cop he could be. Furi was in an abusive marriage and had to get away so that he could live his dream to be just like his dad. When the two find each other, they both have their insecurities about starting anything, however, they just can’t ignore it.
I love how you think Syn would be the top in this relationship, but he isn’t. I love a guy who is a gladiator in the real world and a lamb in the bedroom. It is hot. Beyond that, I also love how Syn’s team came together and formed the family that Furi always wanted. Gave him a sense of belonging, security and comfort.
This story has mystery, action, humor, and passion. There is nothing that this book doesn’t have. 5 Hearts!
“I was exactly the man for this job Captain Myers, but I refuse to work for these two thieves.”
God moved into Syn’s personal space quickly, damn near putting his nose on Syn’s forehead. He snarled, “Shut up,” but Syn didn’t budge. He kept talking, refusing to be intimidated.
“The bust went exactly according to their plan. You might want to check some of your detectives’ bank accounts, Captain. It seems they aren’t satisfied with their pay grade and have resorted to robbing dealers.”
“Are you referring to yourself, Sydney?” God pfftd.
Syn saw red. His hand moved quickly, too fast for God to stop it as he bunched God’s jacket up in his fists. Syn didn’t anticipate God’s anger escalating as quickly as it did. A huge hand locked on to his throat, the other massive hand gripping his bulletproof vest. God propelled him backwards until Syn slammed against the wall.
“Calm down, Sydney!” God roared.
Syn tried to unsuccessfully take a breath.
“God, back off, now!” Syn could hear the Captain yelling, but his head was pounding from the impact with the wall.
Syn knew he only had a few more seconds before he would pass out. He brought his right arm all the way up and slammed it back down onto God’s forearm, dislodging the punishing grip. Syn gulped a quick breath, crouched low and slammed his right fist into God’s ribs. He saw God’s right fist coming and he had to use both arms to block the hit. Fuck, God was strong and fucking huge. God grabbed both of Syn’s shoulders and no matter how Syn twisted, he couldn’t pry himself free.
He stopped trying to remove God’s fingers and instead braced both hands on God’s thick shoulders, reared his head back and slammed his forehead into the bridge of God’s nose, finally making him release his grip. God staggered back and although Syn was dazed, he moved in, determined to keep the upper hand. In a split second he registered his legs being taken out from under him. Day had moved like a panther, dropped and spin-kicked his legs, sending Syn to the floor back first, hard.
Damn that fucker is fast. Syn didn’t let the pain radiating down his back stall him. He kicked back up onto his feet and prepared to take them both on. How? He had no idea, but he damn sure was going to give it his best try.
“Enough,” Day said easily, not even out of breath.
Syn saw God over against the Captain’s desk moving his nose back and forth checking to see if it was broken. Syn didn’t dare let his guard down. “I’ll say when it’s enough and I won’t stop until I’ve gone to IA and your whole goddamn task force is under investigation. It won’t be enough until they’re probing up your asses with microscopes for dirty money,” Syn gasped the words between breaths.
“A microscope is not what I prefer up my ass Detective Sydney … or haven’t you heard?” Day retorted.
Syn couldn’t stop his startled reaction, Day’s crass remark catching him off guard. “You sonofabitch.” Syn moved toward Day again, his resolve long gone.
Captain Myers moved in and put a thick hand against the front of Syn’s chest. “Actually, I say when it’s enough. Detective Sydney, unless you want to wait down in lockup until you calm down, I suggest you get a hold of yourself. You are all highly trained professionals and you’re acting like goddamn animals.”
Syn’s chest heaved up and down with adrenaline. He’d just taken on God and Day. What the hell am I doing?
Captain Myers turned and pointed a long finger at Day. “Day, if you ever refer to anything you want in your ass around me again, I’ll have your inappropriate, cocky ass back in a uniform policing school zone traffic.”
Syn heard Day snort at the Captain and walk over to God, squinting to look at his nose. “Is it broken?” Day asked.
God shook his head no, while glaring at Syn.
Day smiled at Syn with what looked like pride. He clapped his hands together once and whooped before speaking. “Damn, the man can rumble. Never seen anyone not back down from you, God. I like him already. I say we make him third in command. I told you he’d fit right in. Man, when I’m right, I’m right. Sometimes I stun my damn self with how great a judge of character I am!” Day did some weird happy dance.
“Yeah, I’m a great judge of character too, that’s why I don’t like anyone,” God snapped.
