What Hides Inside: Bay City Paranormal Investigations, Book 2

clowns disappeared as I did my very best to wipe that fucking grin off Detective Dan Green’s face.
I suckled his tongue, rocking my whole body, working to make him harder. He had a nice, fat dick, long and broad, his bush wiry and wild. Sticky come pearled up. Yeah. He was right where I wanted him. I curved my fingers to stroke him in a firm grip that let him know I’d jerk him off and he’d never forget it, and he groaned again. Deeper this time.
And then that bastard flipped me over on my back with a fast move, trapping my hand in his pants and forcing the air from my lungs. “I see where you think this is going, Romano. You’re used to leading guys around by their dicks, right? Like that pussy, McNamara. Guess again.”
Holy shit. A blazing mix of shock and lust fried me as he rammed me into the floor, his mouth stealing the very air from my lungs.
    A vacation fling. No complications. No connections. And no regrets.

No Souvenirs
© 2010 K.A. Mitchell
    Trauma surgeon Jae Sun Kim has just lost the job he wanted more than anything else in his life. Looking for a way to hit the reset button, he takes a scuba vacation. He didn’t plan on seasickness, or a dive master who is sex-on-the-beach personified.
    Shane McCormack’s tendency to drift away from complicated situations has landed him a job as a dive master in Belize, which isn’t as glamorous as it sounds. But with the big three-oh looming, asking his parents to bail him out again isn’t an option. The job isn’t without its perks, though, and as soon as he figures a way to keep that hot but arrogant ass of a doctor from tossing his cookies over the side of the boat, he plans to flirt the control freak out of his brittle shell.
    The close quarters on the ship generate more heat than either expects, but a vacation fling is all that’s in the plans. An unexpected adventure leaves them changed in ways that make it impossible to go back to their old lives. The risks they’ll both have to take could leave them with nothing but more scars, or the best souvenir of all.
    Warning: This title contains m/m snark and sex. If you experience side effects from reading about either of these activities, please consult a physician before reading.
    Enjoy the following excerpt for No Souvenirs:
    The moon hung somewhere between half and full, stretching a path of silver white from the boat out to the horizon, sharp enough on the still water to make you think you could walk on it. The itch started at the top of Shane's spine, twitching all the way down to his feet, the familiar need to take off on that trail, find something new, something different. Like it always had, the need would keep rubbing on him until it felt like Shane would come out of his skin if he didn’t go someplace else.
    Fuck the money. Fuck guilt about having his parents bail him out again. He wasn’t doing another week on this lousy dive tour.
    Kim moved just enough that their bodies touched, a warmth of arms, hips and thighs pushing away the cool breath from the Gulf. The contact was enough to bury the itch under a fresh wave of arousal as Kim tipped his head up like he was looking for a kiss, but he only said, “It felt good sleeping out here. I think I’ve spent about twelve hours outside in the last eight years.”
    The guy had to be exaggerating, but Shane couldn’t imagine spending even half his time indoors, locked up. “You must really have wanted it. The whole med-school/doctor thing.”
    “I do.” There was something in Kim’s eyes that said he’d give up a lot more than just fresh air and sunshine to get where he was going.
    The look had Shane wanting that determination turned on him. Wanting to see what happened when Kim cut loose and started thinking with his dick instead of his head. Wanted it, yeah, but for the first time in his life, Shane had no idea how to get it. He’d never met anyone quite like Dr. Jae Sun Kim, never had a guy seem so completely indifferent to whether or not they hooked up. Shane might have thought the interest was all one-sided, except for the way Kim had been looking at him through dinner, like they were the only two people on the boat.
    The hell if Shane was going to get all skittish now. If Kim didn’t want this, he could open up that sweet mouth and say something. Shane reached for him, but Kim caught Shane at elbow and hip, yanking him around so fast he didn’t have time to think before Kim dragged Shane’s head down for a kiss.
    Fuck yeah, it