6 Days to Unconditional Surrender – Excerpt from “Irresistible Forces” #amreading

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Just 6 days until the release of UNCONDITIONAL SURRENDER, the mega-boxed set of 13 all-new novellas of m/m military men from your favorite gay romance authors including Cat Grant, LA Witt, Amelia Gormley, Annabeth Albert, Kerry Adrienne, Brit Blaise, Cassandra Carr, Lia Davis, Keira Andrews, Rhi Etzwhiler, Sasha Devlin and more!

Full list of authors and stories can be found here.

 

The set is only 99 cents (77p) for pre-orders. Once it’s released, the price will go up,
so don’t delay… you get the idea.

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Today, I’m sharing an excerpt from Irresistible Forces, my own entry in this set.

 

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Irresistible Forces

Army Ranger Logan Flynn thought getting captured by Taliban was the worst thing that could happen, until his old Ranger School crush Brody Mitchell is part of the team tasked to retrieve him. Long-suppressed emotions resurface post-DADT, until something worse from Logan’s past threatens to derail their chances for a lasting relationship.

 

 

EXCERPT:

 

Logan Flynn was near the end of the row between two empty beds. Even in partial profile, Brody recognized him. Even forty pounds lighter and with a dark shaggy beard against pale skin. Propped up with some pillows, he had his left arm in a sling.

 

He used to know every inch and contour of Logan Flynn’s body. Not from the kind of intimacy he might have wanted but because they had spent so much time together. In the barracks, the inevitable communal showers, and the long days and short nights that practically defined Ranger School.

 

How could Brody not have known him instantly even in that filthy Afghan hut?

 

The hospital gown was loose across his shoulders. Shoulders Brody remembered as broad and muscular. Shoulders Brody fell asleep dreaming about touching and kissing and…

 

Seeing him again brought back a rush of emotions Brody thought he was finished with but he’d been mistaken. Maybe it’s been too long for a simple conversation to hurt anymore.

 

He swallowed and tentatively made his way to Logan Flynn’s bed.

 

Or maybe not.

 

Logan didn’t see or hear him approach, even as Brody stood at the foot of his bed. Close up, Flynn looked to be in even worse shape, in the bright unforgiving light of the hospital.

 

“Logan?”

 

No response.

 

“Logan. It’s….”

 

Logan turned toward Brody, looking through him at first, then his eyes focused.

 

“Brody?” The hoarse whisper sent daggers through every nerve in Brody’s body. So familiar, yet so full of pain it hurt to hear him.

 

“Hey.”

 

“Hey.” Finally, Logan smiled. It took a moment for the obvious gladness to make its way from his mouth to his eyes. “Brody.”

 

Brody wished he could hold onto something for dear life. The sound of his name on Logan’s lips sent so many memories—and even more dreams and fantasies—racing through his mind and body. No, don’t think about that. Not now. Not here.

 

“You look good, Logan.”

 

Logan shook his head but he smiled even more broadly. The dark eyes were alive again, bright and lively, now even more of a contrast to the pale skin. “Fuck off.”

 

He was the same old Logan in so many ways, even though he didn’t resemble the man in Brody’s memory at all in others. Getting captured by the Taliban could do that to a guy. Brody grabbed an ugly orange plastic chair and dragged it over to the side of the bed, ignoring its scrape across the floor like nails on a chalkboard. The men in beds across the way stared with narrowed, angry eyes.

 

“So what have you been doing with yourself for the past six years, Flynn?”

 

It had been more than six years since he had last seen Logan Flynn, not counting the previous day’s rescue. Before that, it had been the day after graduation from Ranger School at Fort Benning, Georgia. For seven weeks of solid hell they’d been buddies. You were never supposed to be out of sight of your Ranger buddy, ever. They’d been everything to each other—almost everything—and then they hadn’t set eyes on each other since. It had been some cruel twist of logistics and staffing that they’d never ended up in the same unit or base during the intervening years.

 

“Well, lately, a bit of sightseeing.” Logan grinned. “You?”

 

“The same. I heard Afghanistan was the place to be, so I booked a trip. Beats Iraq.”

 

“Really? I though Iraq was the hot ticket.”

 

“Oh, it was. But that party’s over.” Brody paused. What the hell else was there to say? They had nothing in common anymore. A few shared weeks six years ago didn’t make them friends. “Glad you’re doing okay.” Best not to ask, just assume.

 

“Th-thanks. For bringing us—me—back.”

 

Brody just nodded. He started to get up.

 

“How’s Staub?”

 

Not fast enough. “He’s doing good. Causing trouble with the nurses. I heard that if you hadn’t treated him so quickly he might not be in as good shape. Coulda bled out on the bird.”

 

“Glad I could save someone.” Logan’s toneless voice almost brought tears to Brody’s eyes.

 

Logan frowned at Brody for a moment and then the corners of his mouth came back to neutral. He didn’t break the gaze and Brody waited, thinking Logan was going to say something.

 

“Brody….”

 

He’d been waiting six years for Logan to say his name like that.

 

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EM at GRL book signingEM Lynley writes gay erotic romance. She loves books where the hero gets the guy and the loving is 11 on a scale of 10. A Rainbow Award winner and EPIC finalist, EM has worked in high finance, high tech, and in the wine industry, though she’d rather be writing hot, romantic man-on-man action. She spent 10 years as an economist and financial analyst, including a year as a White House Staff Economist, but only because all the intern positions were filled. Tired of boring herself and others with dry business reports and articles, her creative muse is back and naughtier than ever. She has lived and worked in London, Tokyo and Washington, D.C., but the San Francisco Bay Area is home for now.

 

She is the author of Sex, Lies & Wedding Bells, the Precious Gems series from Dreamspinner Press, and the Rewriting History series starring a sexy jewel thief, among others.

 

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