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Double Deuce
A novel of romantic gay love, book one of the Amethyst Cove series
Free spirited Ian Coulter works hard and plays harder.
An ex-cop turned private investigator, Ian enjoys meeting
new men and making new friends. A night out ends up with
one man on the floor at his feet, and another asking for his
help. Big trouble’s brewing in little Amethyst Cove, and Ian’s
a step behind. He’s quick to see Rick Mohr is the man
holding the flare at the end a long, dark tunnel.

Undercover agent Rick Mohr walks a fine line, serving two
masters. Insider trading, counterfeit printing plates, and a
blown-up yacht have Rick stuck between two Federal
agencies, one of which has been compromised. Rick has to
discover the mole before it’s too late. When Ian Coulter
walks into his life, Rick grabs the chance to salvage his
assignment with both hands.

It doesn’t take Ian and Rick long to discover joining forces,
and sharing resources, has definite perks, ones not found in
any departmental manual.

INTRO:

“And yet, here you sit across from me.”

“For one thing, this is the first time I’ve actually gotten a look at you. No one ever said you were so…” Rick
paused and blinked at me. I helped him out.

“Hot?”

Rick grinned. “The very word I was searching for.”

“You’re full of shit, Rick Mohr. What do you really want?”

“I’ve heard you like to have fun – safe fun. Was I misinformed?”

And they called me a slut. Rick had me beat for moving in on a guy fast. “I love to have ‘fun – safe fun’, but I
don’t know you. I haven’t seen you around at any of the local haunts.”

“Well, you know how it is. Boy meets boy. Boy falls in love. Boy gets dumped after eleven years and has to
work hard to get back into the swing of things.”

I tapped the wide silver band he wore on his left ring finger. “Hmm. I’ve heard of that. Some weird word that
starts with an ‘r’.”

“Relationship?”

I snapped my fingers. “That’s the one! Can’t say as I have any first-hand experience with it.”

Rick sighed. “I actually liked it although I thought it would have a longer shelf-life.”

I sipped the lemony drink I’d had such a craving for. That craving, and another stronger one, was about to
land me in trouble, I just knew it.

“I’ll tell you something, Rick. I don’t like men who cheat on their partners.”

His level gaze met mine. “I don’t have a partner. I have an ex-partner.”

“Why not take off the ring?”

“Truth? I’m not quite ready to have guys hitting on me. Maybe you can help me get over the hump.”

Years of cruising men, of reading their body language and looking into lots of pretty eyes gave me a good
read on him. He wasn’t being honest with me about something, but it had nothing to do with the ring, the ex-
partner, or the fact he liked to have control of the situation. The little voice inside, the one that never
steered me wrong when it was time to cut and run, was silent, and I wanted to learn more about him.

The bottom line was we both wanted to get laid, no strings attached. I could do that for him. Call me Dr. Love,
or whatever. He wanted over the hump and I was more than happy to help him out with that.

“So, Rick. Why don’t we blow this joint and go find a more private place?”

“I thought you’d never ask.”


EXCERPT

The intensity of Rick’s gaze slammed into me.

“What if I told you I could give you something concrete?”

Cold sweat broke out under my arms and across my back. I shivered and sucked in a deep breath. “This isn’t
the place to discuss business, Mr. Mohr.”

Comprehension flickered in his pretty eyes. He reached across the table and covered my hands with his. My
skin prickled with a new awareness of him. I had the sudden urge to give him about eight inches of concrete,
regardless of how bad an idea it had become.

“You’re right, of course.”  I got another shock as he raised my knuckles to his lips. “How about a little stroll
on the beach? We can kick off our shoes and roll up our pants legs and get our feet wet. Get comfortable
with each other. Whataya say?”

A walk outside was better than a hook-up inside. For all I knew he worked for Earl Fox and had on a wire. This
could be a set-up. That’s how paranoid I was about Foxy. I pulled away from the warmth of his touch and kept
my voice pitched to where only Rick could hear me.

“We’ll take my car. I’ll bring you back later. And I want you to put your cell phone in your car and leave it.”

“I understand your caution, but it’s unnecessary.”

“I’ll be the judge of that, thank you.” I set my hat back on my head, slid off the bench seat, and held my hand
out to him. He took it and uncurled his long, lean body out of the booth. I had to look up at him, and I’m no
little fellow at five feet eleven inches tall and one hundred sixty-six pounds of carefully crafted muscle. His
arms came around me and I realized just how big a man he really was. His lips brushed my ear as he
whispered to me.

“I’m going to enjoy this.”

Before I could think much less ask him what the fuck he was talking about, his mouth covered mine. I opened
my lips to protest and his tongue slipped past my poor defenses. Little stars danced behind my closed eyes.
My arms slid around his neck.

Familiar heat coiled low in my belly as his tongue danced over mine. My balls tingled as my over-eager cock
hardened, swelling relentlessly to an aching fullness. I inhaled, and under the warm, spicy scent of his
cologne breathed in the rich, earthy musk of an aroused male.

Rick’s big hand cupped my left ass cheek and pressed me tightly to his pelvis. The hard ridge of his dick met
mine and I hazed on the rush of testosterone flooding into my blood. I needed to sink my root deep in this
man and hear him beg for more.

What was left of my sanity shouted I was in big trouble when his lips trailed fire along my jaw line and down my
neck. I ignored it and cupped his balls in front of all witnesses, covering his bulging zipper with my palm. At
least eight inches.

His big hands stroked up my back then down my sides. I leaned over into the booth and grabbed my drink
with shaking hands.

What the fuck had I just allowed to happen?
Double Deuce Review Snippet
4 Hearts for Double Deuce
[Double Deuce] is a well written story that has a strong plot and although this is from Ian’s POV you
don’t feel like it’s just all about him… I mean we learn a lot about Rick and in the end you truly do want
things to work out for him, even if he doesn’t stay with Ian. The sex scenes are hot and there is a spark
between them that you know could turn into an inferno if they fed it. I recommend this to those that love hot
men, hot sex, mystery, a good storyline and if not a HEA then it still leaves you with a warm feeling. -
Pixie,
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