Exclusive Excerpt from Whiteout Conditions
by Dara Nelson, Writing as Kendel Duncan
Vaughn stood with Caysun next to the huge black Harley and he stared, and stared. Yeah, he could see why he refused to leave it….or let anyone else drive it. That had him frowning because all he could picture was how damn sexy Cay would look riding it.
Cay? Now he was using nicknames? Well, thinking them anyways.
He huffed as he shook his head. “Lend me your cuffs, would ya, Preston?”
“You’re going to cuff my hands around loverboy here, that way if he tries anything to get me off the bike, he’s going with me.”
Without looking over, Caysun smirked and said, “Honey, I’m not getting you off my bike but I definitely may want to get you off on my bike.”
Vaughn rolled his eyes as Brent snorted and JD laughed but truth be told, he liked the stuff that was falling from Caysun’s mouth. It challenged him.
It made him want to shut it – with his hand…..or better yet, his dick.
Said dick twitched behind his zipper. He couldn’t climb onto the back of Caysun’s bike with a hard-on. He’d never hear the end of it.
“Just give me your goddamn hands, Rourke,” he said with a slight growl as he spun Caysun around.
As he unlocked the cuffs, Caysun leaned closer, too close, and put his lips to Vaughn’s ear, “I can smell your hard-on, Deputy,” he whispered.
Vaughn glared at him, “What are you, a fucking vampire?”
Caysun grinned, “If you want me to be, I’ll be a vampire. For you, I can be anything you want, Deputy Kepler.”
A shiver rushed down Vaughn’s spine.
Motherfucking hell. This man not only pushed all of Vaughn’s buttons, he pushed buttons that Vaughn didn’t even know he had.
“Just get on the damn bike, Cay.”
Caysun hummed, “Mmmm, nicknames. I like it,” he said as he slowly slid his keys from the front pocket of his jeans and then threw his leg over the bike.
Vaughn swore he could smell the sweet scent of the leather chaps and vest that he was certain that Caysun wore on long rides.
Okay….now he was smelling phantom shit. What the fuck was happening here?
He shook his head to clear it then climbed onto the bike behind Caysun. He tried to keep his dick from making contact with Caysun’s ass but with the way the seats were designed to slide the passenger forward, that feat was impossible. He had to bite back the groan that wanted to come out when his dick settled into the warmth of Caysun as if they were made to be together, as if they were born for each other.
They fit together perfectly, a fact that Vaughn tried, unsuccessfully, to push to the back of his mind
Okay, now even his thoughts were getting sappy. He was clearly losing his fucking mind. Probably because it’d been so long since he dicked someone out….or got dicked out.
He snorted at his own thoughts.
“Something funny, Deputy?” Caysun said from in front of him.
Vaughn frowned, “No, nothing,” he mumbled.
“Well then, wrap your arms around me…..tight.”
Vaughn sighed as he put his arms around Caysun’s waist, trying to leave space between his body and Cay’s. But then Caysun grabbed his wrists and pulled until Vaughn’s chest thumped again against Caysun’s back.
“Tight, Deputy Kepler. Wouldn’t want you to risk falling.”
Again, Vaughn squeezed his eyes shut as JD clicked his cuffs in place while Caysun’s words slithered over him.
If he was truly honest with himself, he might be able to admit that he was already falling………
About Whiteout Conditions
Sometimes all it takes is a glance. One brief moment in time, seemingly insignificant but ultimately life changing. That glimpse through the storm, that shadow, that silhouette, of something you can’t help but feel is something…..more, something bigger than just you. For Deputy US Marshal Vaughn Kepler – a man beaten down by both time and his own demons –
it’s a smirk in the mirror, eyes that dance and a mouth that both infuriates and turns him the f*&k on. A mouth belonging to one Caysun Rourke. The problem? Caysun is supposed to be his witness, the person who will lead Vaughn to his missing brother. He’s not supposed to be the man that Vaughn desperately wants warming his bed. But he is. What the hell is he supposed to do with that?
For Sylas Thorne, that one glance was in the rearview mirror of his car. When he caught sight of the sexiest man he’d ever seen. A man who gave ‘objects in the mirror are larger than they appear’ an entirely new meaning. But Sylas didn’t do…….people. His severe anxiety had kept him hidden away from the world for as long as he could remember. He was the man, the voice, behind the computer screen. Anonymous. Just the way he liked it. Or he did, anyways. How could he ever hope to gain the love of anyone, let alone the handsome man staring at him with the gorgeous light green eyes? Yet with just a glance, this man made Sylas want to be a man worthy of one Grainger Peele. He wanted to face his fears and say ‘eff you’ to them. But it wasn’t like he could snap his fingers and make his crippling anxiety disappear. If he could, he would’ve done that years ago. Now the only question that remained was: Could a man like Grainger ever love such mess like him?
When conditions are fierce, when you can barely see your hand in front of your face – is that one glimpse, that fleeting glance, enough to carry you through the storm? This is the 10th installment in the world of the Black Ops Heroes – strong yet vulnerable men who are stubborn and loyal, caring and fierce, and who, when they love, they love with their whole damn hearts. While this book is standalone, it is recommended that you read the other books in the series to meet and fall in love with all of the men in this amazing world.
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About Dara Nelson
I did not choose to write…..writing chose me
I was born and raised in the Bay Area of Northern California but have made my home in the Pacific Northwest for the last two decades. My husband & I live on a small farm surrounded by chickens, goats, rabbits, a turkey, 5 dogs and a cat, in the shadow of stunning Mt Rainier.
With my grown children and grandchildren nearby, my life is always busy, happy and full of laughter.
I am an active Blogger, having created Love Unchained Book Reviewsout of my love for all things reading – mostly MM books.
Owner of Dare Press– Offering quality, affordable services for indie authors, including:
Editing, Publishing, Book Cover Design
NY Literary Magazine Best Story Award 2017 Nominee
When I’m not on the phone with my best friend (which is at least once every day) – I am an avid, addicted reader. It is my passion, my escape, my joy. And I am most definitely a writer. The characters in my head are constantly demanding that their story be told. But above all that – I am a human being. My passion for people is unparalleled, my firm belief in Love is Love unwavering, my hope that all can be accepted, undying. I do not write because I want to, I do it because I haveto. I write because these voices, these beautiful men, have chosen me to tell their stories – and how damn lucky am I for that?
As an author, I write under both my name and my pen name (Kendel Duncan), with total transparency and honesty.
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