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Cold Light by Michelle Frost: Exclusive Excerpt & Giveaway!

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by Michelle Frost

Morning sunlight glinted off the bulletproof back glass of Mr. Harry Low’s town car. His driver would stop the car at exactly twelve past eight in front of the headquarters for Low International, and exactly thirty seconds later, two-armed security guards would approach the car before escorting Mr. Low inside.

Ten seconds—that’s all the window Lex had. Five of those would be waiting for the bullet to get there. He’d been laying in this exact spot over a mile away each morning for a week. Calculating the wind, the distance, how the bullet would drop. The butt of his rifle was settled against his shoulder with the rest of his body spread out behind it prone on a tarp. Out of a million ways to kill a man, this was his favorite. He’d learned to shoot early. He didn’t know if that was typical for kids with parents in a MC, but it was for the President of the Sand Lake Iron Heretics’ son. His father was tough and sharp, and always pushing Lex to improve the skills that would make him an asset to the club. Even after his father discovered he was gay.

Still, the skills he’d been pushed to learn had proved useful. When the club fell into debt with a man that kept contract killers on his payroll, Lex’s skills were what settled the balance. An eight-year contract to kill for Rick Morgan, splitting the paycheck fifty-fifty. Rick kept half and Lex kept half while still paying his dues to the club. Everyone was happy.

There were only a handful of people on the planet that could take the shot he was about to with any certainty that they’d hit their mark. Not only was he certain, but he was banking on it. This shot was the money shot. The last punch in his time card. After this kill, his contract with Rick was over and he’d have a chance to live a life that didn’t include so much blood on his hands. Not that he minded the blood. It washed just like everything else. But he’d been away from the club too long, and yearned for an open road and a vest on his back. When he’d turned eighteen, he hadn’t received the ink like a typical full-patch so if he were captured, his club ties would remain unknown. No one outside of Rick knew who he really was. Not even Arden.

The thought of his lover sent a tug of longing through him. It’d been too long since he’d seen his boy; felt the soft slide of his skin or gripped the strands of his blond hair. Thoughts of their next meeting tore him in half as he contemplated how he could possibly keep Arden and the MC, too. Returning home would be both a blessing and a curse.

Movement down the sight of his scope drew him back to the task at hand. Two guards, like clockwork, walked to the rear passenger door of the dark sedan as it idled. One took a protective position, standing with his back facing Lex’s direction, blocking the view of the car’s door while the other man reached to pull it open. One foot then two hit the pavement and Mr. Low was up and out of the car, sandwiched between his behemoth guards.

This was it. He breathed in and out, slow and easy, finger moving from its idle position resting against the body of the rifle to land lightly on the trigger. Lex licked his lips and just before they reached the building when one guard would lean in to open the door, he squeezed. The rifle discharged like the well-oiled machine it was, rocking back against Lex’s shoulder.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

The bullet caught Mr. Low just above the ear and the top half of his head exploded in a shower of blood, brain matter, and bone. Pulling his eye from the scope, Lex ejected the bullet casing. It hit the tarp with a thunk, the smell of gunpowder strong in the air. Methodically, he dismantled his weapon, taking it apart piece by piece with practiced ease. Once the pieces were stowed in their case, he carefully folded the tarp, ensuring that his brass was collected and placed everything in his backpack before sliding his arms through both straps and starting on his pre-planned route out of the hills.  

They might find that spot, but they’d find no trace of Lex. He was a ghost, a wraith, a phantom, and would be gone before Mr. Low’s blood dried on the concrete.

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Prescription for Love by Aimee Nicole Walker: Exclusive Excerpt & Giveaway!

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by Aimee Nicole Walker

“Are you going to walk me to the door like a gentleman?” I asked when Tucker pulled into my driveway and parked behind my car.

“I’m not feeling all that gentlemanly right now.” Tucker’s guard was completely down when he turned and looked at me. I saw his naked need and desire. “I will walk you through your door and press you against the foyer wall and—”

“Okay,” I said, releasing my seatbelt and opening the passenger door without waiting for a response. I didn’t wait for him to escort me to the door, but I’d only taken a few steps before I heard Tuck’s door open and shut. His footfalls were steady as he followed me, but I was willing to bet his heart was racing as quickly as mine.

My hands shook when I tried to unlock the door, and I dropped my keychain on the porch. I bent at the waist to pick it up just as Trent placed his big hands on my hips and pressed his groin to my ass. A pitiful whimper escaped through my parted lips.

“I warned you I wasn’t feeling gentlemanly,” Tuck said darkly.

I scooped my keys off the porch and straightened before my neighbors witnessed our bump and grind, but I pushed my groin tighter against the growing bulge in Tuck’s pants instead of putting space between us.

“Unlock the door, Doc.”

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By Way of Pain by J.M. Dabney: Exclusive Excerpt & Giveaway!

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by J.M. Dabney

A deadly calm seemed to come over my captor as the leather slithered through the man’s slim, elegant hands that were encased in tight black leather. “Remove the blanket, stand and return to the support in the center of the room.”

Every inch of my body shook as I did as he asked. The chill in the air had goosebumps rising and caused the hair to stand up on my arms. When I straightened, I used my hands to cover my crotch. Each step I took fought against my instinct to survive. He said he’d do away with me, and if he felt merciful, he’d make my death quick. As much as that should have terrified me, it brought me a sense of comfort that once he was done with me, he wouldn’t make me suffer.

I yelped and covered my eyes as the single, naked bulb burned bright.

“Face the support and grab the hook. Do not remove your hands from it at any time or you will earn an extra lash.”

My captor’s voice turned deeper, almost what I assumed a lover would sound like.

“What are you going to do with me?”

“I’m going to teach you, boy, that pain is pleasure. When I’m done, you will beg for each lash you receive in punishment.”

I arched my back as he drew the hilt of the whip down the indent of my spine and then I felt his breath fan my ear. “You have to embrace pain to truly appreciate pleasure. For some of us, they are one and the s

ame.”

That he believed what he was saying was scarier than the inevitability of my death.

My captor pressed his clothed form fully to my back. The man was lean, but I felt the power in those muscles, and I cried out as strong fingers winched my head back. I closed my eyes at the burning sting on my scalp. The rough support abraded my skin—only the cage on my cock protected the tender skin. My big, hairy body was too on display, and I didn’t want him to look at me.

Suddenly the heat and presence of him was gone, and the chilliness of the damp basement washed over me. I didn’t dare turn around. I didn’t want to see what was about to happen. I knew that was stupid. He was going to whip me and seeing would allow me to brace myself for the pain.

“Breathe, boy. I own every inch of you, and that includes your pain.”

As soon as the last syllable slipped from his tongue, I felt the fire of the first kiss of the whip. Strangely, I flinched more at the crack of the leather than I did the first strike. I moved to wrap my arms around the support, hugging it tight and pressing my sweaty brow to the splintered surface. Each strike of the whip made me writhe and beg. I wanted the pain to stop. I felt the first trickles of blood down my back. It was a tickling sensation as it flowed over my ass—the backs of my thighs.

It wasn’t as much as I’d assumed, as if just the tip of the whip grazed my back. The agony reached the point that a sort of numbness took over. The nerves had deadened under the exposure of overwhelming suffering. My vision was dimming at the edges, and my heart beat too fast, I cried out with each new lick of leather. I was posed on my tiptoes, and my thighs shook, I was on the edge of collapse.

I was granted a reprieve, and I screamed as his soft shirt felt like sandpaper on my abused back. “Good boy, you did better than I expected.” His voice sounded almost…caring, and that was so unlike the mental picture I’d formed of him. I gritted my teeth as he drew his palm from my shoulder

 to hip. I was oversensitive and shoved myself harder into the beam.

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Release Blitz: Adam Only by Roe Horvat + Excerpt & Giveaway!

Adam Only by Roe Horvat

On stage, Adam lets his passion drive him. All his secret desires, everything nasty, dirty, and beautiful flows freely through him, for once in harmony. His soul thrives when his body moves, but only on stage. Adam’s passionate nature makes him a great dancer…and a failure at life. He’s a lonely, emotional mess. Going home with a man far out of his reach is the last thing Adam should do. Christoffer represents everything Adam isn’t: strong, independent, educated, and rich. His kind eyes, at odds with his brutish form, make Adam’s knees and restraint buckle.

Once Christoffer sees Adam dancing, he’s lost. The young man is mesmerizing, otherworldly, and unpredictable. Whatever might happen between them, it will be transient, and Christoffer will most likely get hurt. The temptation is too great, however, and the sex explosive. He might as well enjoy every moment he’s given, even if it’s just one day, maybe two. If Christoffer treads carefully, Adam might stay until Monday.

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Third Time’s the Charm by K. Evan Coles: Exclusive Excerpt & Giveaway!

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by K. Evan Coles

Finn was mixing a honey Dijon dressing when his phone chimed on the counter. “That’s probably Mick,” he said. He wiped his hands and declined the call, then punched in the code that unlocked the Primus Avenue gate. “Luke’s dropping Ella off at a friend’s first, so I don’t expect him before six-thirty.”

“Finn, it’s six forty-five.”

Finn went still. “What? How the hell did that happen?” he wondered as his buzzer went off. He headed for the door.

Paul tsked. “You should have slept more. You’ll be dead to the world by dessert if not earlier!”

Sure enough, Finn found Mick and Luke chatting on his doorstep as if they’d become good pals between the gate and Finn’s building. Then Luke looked at Finn, and the way his face lit up sent a dizzy rush through Finn’s whole body.

He waved them in with a grin. “Hey, guys.”

“Hey, Finn.” Mick leaned in for a quick hug and inclined his head toward Luke. “I met this guy outside and glommed on to him.”

“Mick was walking in front of me on Charles Street,” Luke said. “He stopped at the gate and I figured he must be either a friend of yours or an unbelievably friendly mugger.” He held up a white paper bag while the others laughed. “I brought dessert, as requested, in the form of Key Lime Pie Bars.”

“Oh, God, those sound good,” Mick crooned. He held his hands out for the bag. “I’ll take those and go pour us some wine, shall I?”

“You should say hello to your husband while you’re at it!” Paul shouted from the kitchen. Finn clamped his lips together over a laugh as Mick cringed.

“Yes, love, hello!” Mick called back. He managed an epic eye-roll before striding off with the bag and leaving Finn and Luke behind.

“I should warn you that they’re like that all the time,” Finn said. “It’s ninety-nine percent play-acting, though, so don’t take anything seriously.”

“Thanks for the heads-up.” Luke met Finn’s gaze and smiled. “Hey, Doc.”

“Hey.” Finn’s chest seemed to swell as he wrapped Luke up in a hug and closed the remaining distance between them with a kiss. He meant to steal just one, but one became several and soon he had Luke up against the front door and both of them were laughing. Luke brought his hands up to Finn’s face and kissed him so desire zigged up Finn’s spine and turned his knees jelly.

He pressed his forehead to Luke’s with a hum. “Thanks for coming over.”

“Thanks for having me.” Luke tilted his head back, and his forehead puckered when Finn opened his eyes again. “You okay?”

Finn opened his mouth to brush the question off but went silent when Luke gently brushed his thumb under Finn’s eye, no doubt tracing the dark smudge of sleeplessness. His touch made Finn sigh.

“I slept for shit last night. I worked a tough shift and never settled. It happens,” he said at Luke’s frown. “You’d think I’d be used to awful shifts by now, right? It’s okay, though. You’re here and we’ll have wine and dinner, not to mention one of my favorite desserts, and all those things will make me feel better.”

“Okay.” Luke dropped another kiss against Finn’s lips. “You let me know how I can help. You can thank Gillian for the dessert recipe, by the way. She passed it on to me along with some secrets for juicing key limes.” He grimaced. “Those little suckers are a bitch to wrangle when you’ve got big hands like mine.”

Finn grinned so wide his face hurt. “I can’t believe you baked for this. Wait ’til Paul hears.”

“Paul already knows because he heard every word you said.” The man himself appeared at the end of the hallway, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “This apartment’s not very big, Finn, and the bricks and hardwood floors make for some truly fantastic acoustics. So how about you stop macking on your boy and introduce me? Mick’s in here about to eat all your bacon, by the way, so the sooner you two get your asses moving, the better.”

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Strike a Chord by K.M. Neuhold: Exclusive Excerpt & Giveaway!

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by K.M. Neuhold

He scoots to the edge of the bed to get up, and I notice the new tattoo taking up his entire back again, and this time I’m close enough to get a good look at it. It’s bright red and looks like flowers. The possible meaning of it hits me in the chest, and I sit up to get a better look.

“Are these hibiscus flowers?”

He turns his head and gives me a shy smile over his shoulder. “Yes.”

“Benji, I—”

He cuts me off with a kiss. “Our lives are a mess, ‘Ris; let’s not make it more complicated.”

“Right,” I agree.

As he walks out of the room, I feel a mixture of relief that I’m not alone in feeling more than I should and disappointed. I know he’s right; everything with his band is still up in the air. Neither of us know where we’ll live or what career we’ll have in six months; it’s the completely wrong time to start something more. But maybe one day…

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Top Shelf by Allison Temple: Exclusive Excerpt & Giveaway!

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by Allison Temple

One of the books had flopped open when Martin dropped it, and he was momentarily distracted as the words on the page shifted. But the words weren’t moving; he was seeing several pages at once. He bent to lift the book, and the pages rolled as the spine shifted in his hands. Once again, he was struck by the sense that the book was lighter than it should be. The pages had been cut, but unlike the bird book on the table, this one had no images. Instead, small rectangular-shaped perforations dotted the lines of text so words on subsequent pages were visible. He turned the page, delicate as lace.

He flipped the cover shut. The title had been carved away, but the author’s name was left. Calvin Forrester. Martin turned through the first few pages again. The original book’s topic was nearly unintelligible with so few of the words remaining. How would Mr. Forrester feel?

“What are you doing?” Seb was standing surprisingly close.

“I was just—”

“How did you get in?”

“I was showing him my project.” Cassidy was still crouched on the floor.

“That’s not your project.” Seb’s cool eyes were on the book in Martin’s hand.

“She asked for something to weigh it down.”

“It’s not a paperweight.”

“No, I can see that,” Martin said as he bounced his hand up and down with the open book in it. The spiderwebbing of pages fluttered in the breeze. Seb’s eyes widened, and his nostrils flared.

“Stop that!” He pulled the book out of Martin’s hands. “It’s not a toy.”

Martin’s face flushed, and his insides squeezed. He hated how he couldn’t control the reaction. Who was Seb to make him feel like this?

“It’s art.” Cassidy interjected from her spot on the floor.

“Cass.”

“You cut up a book?” Martin’s frustration tried to boil over. He shouldn’t be the only one upset here. He wanted to hold the book again, really heft it. If the rest of the pages were like the ones he’d seen, only a third of the words remained.

“And what if I did?” Seb’s voice was flat.

Didn’t he understand? “Those are someone’s words.”

“Words no one was going to read. It was about agricultural best practices in New England, printed in 1977.”

“That’s not the point. It was someone’s work. You can’t deface a book like that.” Despite everything, Martin’s spine straightened. Whatever awkwardness he normally felt in Seb’s presence gave way to anger on behalf of the unknown writer’s lost words.

“What do you know about it?” Seb brushed past him, his shoulder pushing against Martin’s.

The casual dismissal made Martin’s face heat. He never seemed worthy of Seb’s time, but he was suddenly unsure Seb’s interest was something to aspire to. “What gives you the right to ruin someone’s work like that?” He thrust his chin out. This was one place where he could hold his ground. He’d made a career out of unearthing the words of lost writers.

Seb slid the book back onto the shelf where it had been. “What gives you the right to judge me for it?”

“I wrote my dissertation on—”

“Your dissertation?” Seb’s laugh was low and mean as he turned back to face Martin. One blond eyebrow arched.

“I told you he was a doctor,” Cassidy said.

“A doctor. Is that right? Doctor Martin?” He stepped forward. Despite Martin’s conviction, the accusation in Seb’s eyes forced him to take a step back.

“That’s right.”

“Like a real doctor? Or one of those fake doctors? The ones with all that useless knowledge that only qualifies them to judge the rest of us poor slobs who actually had to go out and face the real world?”

“Real” doctors. Because, those who couldn’t do taught. He’d heard all the things PhD stood for: Post hole digger, pathetic hopeless dreamer.

“I worked hard for my degree.” Years of hard work. He’d loved those years before he’d finished his doctorate, when his direction had seemed so clear. And now he was defending them to someone who didn’t even see what was wrong with cutting up a book. How had he gotten himself into this? He’d only been trying to save Cassidy from giants.

“What are you doing in my house?” Seb asked again.

“I wanted to show him my portfolio,” Cassidy said.

“Well, he’s seen it.” Seb gestured behind them without looking away from Martin. “Now you can go.”

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Eight Lives by Autumn Breeze & Ashley Chamblee: Exclusive Excerpt & Giveaway!

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by Autumn Breeze & Ashley Chamblee

“Look.” Anselm paused beside one of the many stalls set up in the open market, pointing to a necklace on one of the tables. It was a black choker with a simple small silver bell at the end of it. “I forgot your bell broke. Do you want another one?”

“I like it. It’s cute,” I said, moving closer to the stand. 

Anselm moved to the display as well. He picked up the bell and paid the woman behind the stall counter before he grabbed my hand. His fingers were colder than a normal human’s hand. I’d never noticed before, but that was probably because of my fur. 

The chill of his touch was comforting. 

“I have an idea.” Anselm pulled me along behind him. “Let me see if I can find—there she is!” 

Anselm found a woman sitting behind a small round table only a couple of stalls down from where we had purchased the choker. She had cards laid out in front of her, and I could feel the way the air around her seemed to spark. 

She was a witch. I stepped behind Anselm. I really didn’t like witches; even the Med-Witch we had seen was a bit scary. 

“Ma’am,” Anselm said, holding out my new choker, “could you enchant this? Something to make it the right size needed to fit around the owner’s neck. I’m willing to pay.” 

“I suppose. It is a simple enchantment.” The witch took the bell from Anselm. Her hands glowed a pale yellow for a few seconds before she held out her other hand. She had finished with her enchantment but was clearly not releasing the choker until Anselm placed a crisp new bill in her palm. “It was a pleasure doing business,” she said.

Anselm spun me around and pulled the choker across my neck. 

“We’re not even going to ask if she actually cursed it?” I said as Anselm snapped it in place. 

“She wasn’t a dark witch,” he explained. 

I reached up to touch the small bell. “Will it really still fit when I . . . go back?” I wondered. My last bell was something Anselm had given me years ago. I had cherished it until it broke, and even afterward, it was still in our home with a collection of my things. Now I had a new gift from him, one that would fit me as a cat or a man. 

“I hope so,” Anselm said, flicking the bell and making it ting. “It suits you. Do you really like it?” 

 I smiled, looking up at him. “I love it.” 

“Let’s get you some clothes,” Anselm said.

I nodded and reached out to grab his hand, lacing his fingers with mine. My heart raced as we walked. My tail swung behind us. I wished this could be our life, that maybe I could find a way to exist with Anselm as I was now, that maybe he would accept me as a man and not just a cat. 

I shook that daydream away. I couldn’t afford thoughts like that. 

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Release Blitz: Torn by Rick R. Reed + Excerpt & Giveaway!

Torn by Rick R. Reed

Ever been torn between two lovers? That’s Ricky Comparetto’s problem.

It’s 1995, and Ricky is making his very first trip across the pond with his best friend. Ricky, hungry for love and looking for it in all the wrong places, finds it in the beach city of Brighton. His new love has the curious name of Walt Whitman and is also an American, which only serves to make him sexier and more intriguing. By the time Walt and Ricky part, promises are made for a reunion in Boston.

But the course of true love never runs smooth. In Chicago Ricky almost immediately falls in love again. Tom Green is a sexy blue-collar beast with the kindest heart Ricky has ever run across.

What’s he to do? With a visit to the East Coast on the horizon and a new love blossoming in Ricky’s home of Chicago, Ricky truly is torn.

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T.A.G. You’re Seen by A.G. Carothers: Exclusive Excerpt & Giveaway!

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Conny was cute if you went for that sort of guy, the small impish build perfect for holding up against a wall. He wore wire frame glasses that made him look far too innocent, which he wasn’t. Where I had held back in exploring my sexual desires Conny had not. Dad thought for sure we were going to get together when we were teenagers since we were both gay and really close, but that was just never going to happen. We really were like brothers. We’d cuddle and watch movies, but my dick wouldn’t even twitch when looking at him naked and neither would his. It was better that way. We both had at least one person in our lives we could tell absolutely everything to without judgment or recrimination. We could both talk to Dad about anything too, but there were some things you just didn’t want to talk to your parental figure about. 

In this case, it was jacking off while spying on a mark. “I can’t believe you did that, Yoshi.” Conny shook his head with a half-smile.

“I couldn’t help it. The words had me at their mercy and his voice. God, it was so growly and sexy.” I leaned back into the couch with the phone in my lap not really caring where the camera was pointed.

“I guess it now makes sense why Ms. Ne handed me your contract file and told me to call you with her findings.”

“Oh yeah?” I sat up again and looked down into the phone. I was like an excited puppy. I wanted to roll my eyes at myself for acting like such a little kid. I’d never felt this way. I’d never been excited about a guy before. I didn’t know what to do with this energy or these feelings, but I did need to get a grip on myself before I had my talk with the mark.

“Yeah, she didn’t find anything else significant. There were some contracts done at the same time as the mark was in some of these places, but we have so many contracts that’s not really a sign of anything. She says everything looks like it’s on the up and up.” Conny turned over the papers he was looking at and shrugged. “I don’t know what to tell you brother, but you can’t let this infatuation get in the way. Just do the assignment and come home.”

I shook my head. “I can’t, Conny. I’m going to talk to him.”

“Don’t. You know that’s a bad idea.”

“Yeah, but you’re not going to tell me who or why there’s a contract out on him.”

“No, you know I can’t do that.”

“See so my only option to find out more is to talk to him.”

“No, you could just do the assignment.”

“I can’t. I just can’t. Something isn’t right, and I’d never forgive myself if I didn’t at least try to get to the bottom of it.”

Conny huffed out a breath. “Fine. How are you going to talk to him?”

“I’m already working on that part. I’m building a nice comfy room for him to stay in while I break down his mental defenses and question him.”

Conny burst out laughing. I looked at him confused. He laughed some more. I furrowed my brow. “You’re building a torture room to talk to him in?”

“Well, yeah. How else am I supposed to talk to him?”

Conny finally calmed down and composed himself. “Why not just ask him out?”

“How is that supposed to get me the information I need in a timely manner?”

“Yes, it may take longer, but at least then you could get some.”

I looked disgusted at him. “You want me to seduce him, get information out of him, fuck him, and then kill him?”

Conny shrugged. “Yeah, sure why not?”

“And they say you’re the cute and cuddly one.” I laughed a little bit at him and shook my head again. “No, that’s just cruel, and if I don’t want to give up my ass to some guy I pick up at a club, what makes you think I’m going to give up my ass to some guy I’m going to kill right after?”

Conny raised a hand in front of him in surrender. “Sorry, sorry. I forget your ass is the most precious thing in the world to you. God forbid you actually let anyone near it.” He stuck his tongue out at me, and I snorted out a huff.

Conny sobered. “Just don’t get attached, Yosh.”

My face fell, and I became serious. “I won’t. I know what I have to do.”

Conny nodded. “I’ll keep looking just in case I can find anything else. When are you going to grab him?”

“Next Monday. I finished pouring the concrete for the walls last night. It’s going to take all week for them to cure especially in this cold even with the blankets and stuff I put up to help keep out the cold. Then I’ll need a few days to put in the finishing touches.”

“Camera feeds going to our servers?”

“Of course.”

“Good. I’ll make sure to watch them when you get him.”

I smiled at my brother. “I know you have my back.”

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