Exclusive Excerpt from Crossing the Line
by Jeanne St. James
Cross lifted his hand to knock on the motel room door, but as he did so, it swung open. A man stepped out, wearing a baseball cap low, his head down and his hands shoved deep into his pockets as he elbowed past Cross.
Cross had to take a step back so he wouldn’t be bowled over. As he watched the man jog down the stairs at the end of the second-floor landing, he heard, “What’re you doin’ here?”
His gaze swung back to the open doorway where Nash had his hand planted high on the corner edge of the door and was leaning into the door jamb, his shoulder pressed to the molding.
Nash wore no shirt, even though it was November. Without his belt, his jeans rode low on his narrow hips. His feet were bare, and his messy hair hung loose.
Cross turned again and watched the man who had rushed out of Nash’s room get into what he would consider a road hazard on four wheels and drive away.
“You shouldn’t be here,” came the low rumble.
Apparently.
“You don’t fuckin’ give up.”
Cross wished he could. Some days he’d wished he never saw Nash across the bar at The Cockpit. He’d never been like this with anyone before.
He needed his fucking head examined. No doubt about it.
“Why?”
Cross met Nash’s hazel eyes and told the truth. “I wish I knew, then I’d be able to give you an answer.” He jerked his head toward the now-empty parking spot Nash’s “friend” had vacated. “You fuck him?”
Nash ignored the question, turned on his heels and went deeper into the motel room but left the door open. Cross took that as an invitation.
After stepping inside, he closed and locked the door. He watched Nash’s lean muscles ripple as he tugged an Ocean City Bike Week hoodie over his head and slide his bare feet into a pair of old sneakers, not bothering to lace them up.
He grabbed something off the small desk and kept walking to a sliding glass door on the other side of the room. Then he disappeared outside.
It took a few seconds for Cross to unstick his feet. When he did, he stepped out onto the small balcony where the air felt a little warmer than normal for fall since that side of the motel room was engulfed in the afternoon sun. That motel room was also located in Virginia where it was a little warmer than back home in Pennsylvania.
Nash probably thought Cross was desperate since he tracked him down two states away.
But it hadn’t been hard to find him. All Cross had to do was look online for Dirty Deeds’ tour dates. It also wasn’t hard to locate the motel once he contacted the band’s manager and asked where Nash was staying, saying he needed the info for a police matter.
Once again, the man who now was settled into a lounge chair made him lie.
About Crossing the Line
Nash, a longtime Dirty Angels MC member and lead singer of Dirty Deeds, has a secret. For years, he’s hidden his bisexuality from his brothers, fellow bikers, worried how they’d take the news. But Nash isn’t the only one keeping secrets from his brotherhood. So is Cross, a police officer and member of the Blue Avengers MC.
As opposite as they come, when Cross spots Nash across the bar, he can’t resist the unexpected attraction. Then lines are crossed, boundaries blurred. And they need to survive in two different worlds where men who like other men aren’t usually accepted, and where bikers and cops don’t mix.
Reality and fantasy are two different things. The fantasy being Cross and Nash can be together, that they can make it work. The reality being their situation is impossible. Cross will never give up being a cop. Nash will never give up being a biker. What either of them would have to walk away from is more than anyone should ask for. In the end, fighting reality could be a losing battle in a war they might never win.
Note: A standalone, Crossing the Line is a crossover gay romance involving a member of the Dirty Angels MC and one from the Blue Avengers MC. It includes forbidden love, enemies to lovers, cop vs biker, alpha vs alpha. As with all my books, it has no cliffhanger and an HEA.
Available at: Amazon
About Jeanne St. James
JEANNE ST. JAMES is a USA Today bestselling romance author who loves an alpha male (or two). She was only thirteen when she started writing. Her first paid published piece was an erotic story in Playgirl magazine. Her first erotic romance novel, Banged Up, was published in 2009. She is happily owned by farting French bulldogs. She writes M/F, M/M, and M/M/F ménages.
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