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What we have today is an excerpt for Ruby Red Booty Shorts & A Louisville Slugger. It can be found at Silver Publishing, All Romance, Amazon, and Barnes & Noble

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Blurb:

Diego Hernandez had long been in love with Beck Zell. Deciding it was now or never, he confronted his best friend, and they spend a perfect night discovering new and kinky things about each other. But the next morning, things start going downhill fast when a suspicious package arrives on the doorstep for Beck. Accosted by thugs, they barely escape. Memories of a dead brother and an untouchable drug lord spur Diego to believe his lover was mixed up in a dangerous underworld. Diego would do anything to save Beck, even if it's at the business end of a Louisville Slugger. Little did he know he was jumping feet first into the paranormal world policed by ION.


Excerpt:

"Diego Hernandez, did you hear a word I said?" The sultry voice of his best friend, Denise Everson, cut into his nervous thoughts.

"Yes… no… yes." He wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans. "The decorations are up. Dinner for the Feast of Epiphany is in the refrigerator. All I have to do tomorrow is pop it into the oven."

"What's wrong? Is your madre that upset you're not going home for Three Kings Day?" Denise had known him since kindergarten and she was able to read him like a book.

"I'm going to tell Beck I love him." He couldn't believe he blurted it out like that. He glanced at the clock, mentally counting down the time until his roommate would be home from his business trip.

"It's about time. You've been in love with him since I introduced you at that Parkour event your senior year of college. Why now?"

Diego breathed out forcefully. His hand automatically searched for the turquoise rock in his pocket. He always carried his abuela's gift and rubbed it like a worry stone whenever he thought of Beck. "He's traveling more for Jacobs, Brenner, and Rogue. The last six months he's been quiet and tense when we're alone together. I can't watch him bring dates home anymore. It hurts, Dee, to see him touch someone else, to listen to him have sex. I can move out, distance myself, or tell him how I feel. I can't lose him and, as it is now, I'm losing him every day."

"You already know how I feel. Why are you on the phone with me instead of getting ready? Hang up and call me later with details; I want lots of details." Her bright laughter sounded in his ear before she disconnected.

Diego was a jumble of nerves as he checked his hair in the mirror. He showered—twice. He shaved in all the extra places more than once. He put on his favorite pair of fuck-me jeans and chose a black, silk button-up shirt. His fingers danced along the buttons as he tried to decide if he should fasten the shirt all the way up or leave the top three undone.

The rattle of keys at the door caused his heart to leap and his stomach to plummet as he hurried over to the 'staging area'. His heart pounded hard and, for several seconds, it was the only sound he heard. His roommate, Beck Zell, walked through the door and set his briefcase on the floor before taking off his suit jacket. The man looked damned fine in those expensive suits. The sight of slender, athletic shoulders stretching the fabric of the shirt as he removed his suit jacket had Diego hard and wanting.

Beck stopped unbuttoning his cuffs when he noticed Diego leaning against the doorframe to the kitchen. Diego knew the thick line of his erection was defined by his skintight jeans. Diego saw Beck's bright turquoise eyes widen as they slowly traveled over his body, stopping at the exposed skin of Diego's abdomen. He had used only the three buttons in the middle, revealing both his smooth, dark chest and the work-hardened abs. Beck's now-hungry eyes coasted lazily down Diego's body, halting at his groin. His roommate's gaze seemed to turn steamy as Beck licked his lips. At least, that was how it appeared from where Diego stood.

That one look emboldened Diego. He swallowed his nervous apprehension, pushed off the doorframe, and sauntered toward Beck. He had years of stored-up fantasies about their first kiss. How he would feel, what Beck would look like—taste like. As he took Beck's golden—flushed face between his rough hands, he realized all of the imagination in the world didn't come close to the real thing.

His roommate smelled faintly of sandalwood and vanilla. His five o'clock shadow prickled against the palm of Diego's hands. Brushing their lips together, Diego was tentative before he pressed more firmly. He tilted his head and licked Beck's bottom lip, needing a small taste. The evening stubble rasped over Diego's soft, tender skin and tickled his tongue as he swiped it over the edge. Licking, tasting, he silently asked Beck for more.

His friend stiffened for a split second before he grabbed Diego's ass, lifted, turned, and pinned him against the wall. Diego wasn't a little guy. Beck was a couple of inches taller than Diego's own five ten, but Diego was broad and sturdy, occasionally referred to as a brute, especially when compared to Beck's trim, ropey frame. The manhandling thrilled Diego and fueled his arousal. Diego groaned as Beck took over the kiss and it escalated from sweet and gentle to urgent and devouring. Diego opened his mouth to let Beck in to stroke and plunder as their bodies fused together.

Diego couldn't believe Beck was in his arms. He was experiencing, hands down, the best kiss of his life with the one man he'd only dared to dream about. His friend kneaded his ass and pulled him closer. Diego threw a leg over Beck's hip and lazily rubbed their groins together. He ground against the impressive length Beck was hiding behind his respectable clothing.

Diego's hands wouldn't stay still. He needed to touch Beck everywhere. He carded his fingers through honey-colored hair that flipped up at the ears. They coasted along muscular arms and over wide strong shoulders of Beck’s athletic body that was slender instead of bulky. Diego wasn't satisfied until he was able to touch Beck's golden skin. He could remember all the times his roommate had lounged shirtless and he hadn't been allowed to touch. He could only stare at the expanse of taut chest and fantasize what it would feel like under his hands.

Neither one wanted to separate long enough to make the quick retreat to Diego's room. Their unhurried movements were more of a slow dance, not a frenzied fit of disrobing—a leisurely shuffle. Some part of them was constantly in contact as they moved across the floor. They pushed and pulled while maneuvering each other toward the bedroom, only to be occasionally sidetracked by a nip of lips, or the brush of fingers over sensitive skin.

When Diego backed into the bed, a wave of nerves washed over him. He pulled back from Beck's kiss. Breathless, skin flushed, and tingling from stimulation, he drank in the face of the man he'd secretly loved for years. Beck's lips were red and kiss-swollen. His eyes were half lidded with naked desire, and his sensibly-trimmed hair was in disarray. His roommate had never looked more perfect.

He had only intended to tell Beck he loved him, but the look in his friend's eyes caused all logical plans to fly out the window. How did the situation get so out of control? There were some things he needed to say to Beck about himself, preferably before they went further.

Sensing Diego's hesitancy, Beck's hooded expression turned to one of concern as he stroked Diego's cheek with the back of his knuckles. "I can wait if you need time." The blond's voice was low and gravelly with suppressed need. He was visibly struggling to rein himself in as he took a step back.

The apprehension melted away. This was Beck—not some trick he'd hooked up with. "Please…" He held out his hand.