 Blurb: A gentle bartender might have what it takes to mend a relationship-phobic detective’s broken heart… but first they have to admit they’re dating. Keenan Day could kick himself for letting the hot, dark-haired stranger he met outside a strip club get away. Instead of a phone number, he gets a punch in the face—from the boyfriend of his prospective employer at the Cowboys and Angels bar. When two cops come to check up on him, one is the sexy stranger, Detective Nate Gordon. The initial attraction hasn’t cooled, and though Nate is leery of commitment, one hookup turns into another until they’re seeing each other in everything but name. After a recent nasty breakup, Nate balks at being part of a couple, and Keenan agrees, even though that’s all he’s ever wanted. Just as they reach a standstill, a crisis shows them what their friends have known all along—they’ve already moved way past hookups. Now they just have to decide how to move forward.  Excerpt: In the end they all got hot dogs, including Tucker. The afternoon was wonderful and neither of them felt like sitting in a pizzeria when they could be enjoying the sunshine. Fortunately, most people were at work, and Tucker had to stay on a leash, so it was a sedate amble eating their food until they reached a shady spot under a tree outside a playground. Keenan sank down and offered Tucker the hot dog they had bought special for him. Two seconds later, Tucker licked his chops. “I guess the five-second rule doesn’t apply to him,” Keenan observed. “Nope. Tucker lives on the “see it, eat it” diet. All food is fair game.” Nate finished the last of his fully loaded hot dog. “He must get a lot of exercise to keep the weight off.” “He does now Uncle Nate is in town.” Nate leaned forward, ran a finger up Keenan’s chin, and offered it to him—mustard and onion. Keenan curled his tongue around Nate’s finger and licked it clean. Just the act went straight to Keenan’s cock. He looked up to see Nate staring at his mouth, his eyes dark. Keenan licked the last trace of mustard and pulled back. “Damn,” Nate breathed. What he said. Keenan was hot under the collar. He licked his lips again, and Nate’s eyes darkened. Then, out of the corner of his eye, Keenan spotted Tucker inching closer to his hot dog. “Mine,” he said and stuffed the rest of it in his mouth. Sue BrownCranky middle-aged author with an addiction for coffee, and a passion for romancing two guys. She loves her dog, she loves kids, and she loves coffee; in which order very much depends on the time of day.
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