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Sometimes I have to pinch myself, due to the fabulous and talented writers I have as guests.
Today is one of those days...
Because, today I have Jr Gray visiting, with her book Legally Bound
Blurb
The
last thing Daniel, a hard-working public defender, expected to see the morning
after a one night stand was his hook up staring back at him from the wrong side
of the law. Assigned to work his case, Daniel vows to keep things professional
with Rafael but has a hard time controlling his craving for dominance, the
control and the connection they shared. Rafael, a paid dominant in the Chicago
underworld, has been dealing with a cop problem for far too long. Used to sex
with no emotion, he’s entranced with Daniel’s
submission, his innocence, and…could there be
something more? Can Daniel clear Rafael's name, keeping him out of jail and in
his life, with the odds, a cop, and the mounting evidence against them?
Links
Excerpt
“Oh shit," Daniel said too loud, drawing the
attention of the bailiff. He waved her off, muttering, “Nothing.”
“What?” Jesse hissed.
“I fucked one of our cases last night,” he admitted, knowing his friend would get it out of him
one way or another. There was no point fighting his partner’s excellent extraction skills.
“Which one?” he asked,
looking over his shoulder, way too amused.
Daniel tried to nod subtly to one of the prisoners.
“You have to give me more than that.” The blond lawyer stood up and blatantly turned around to
study the men sitting in the rows behind them.
Stiffening in his seat, he tried to keep his back to the
man he had seen every naked inch of, as well as had his tongue buried inside
of, till the early hours of the morning.
“Dark hair, about six foot, green eyes.” He tried to speak out of the corner of his mouth so no
one could read his lips.
“The one with the sleeve tattoo and the huge arms?” Jesse asked.
“Yeah,” he answered in a
low, sheepish voice.
“I knew it was that one. You so have a
type.” Jesse flipped back around to take his seat once more. He
instantly went for the files, lifting up folders and setting the large stack
right in front of him.
“What are you doing?” Daniel kept
looking over his shoulder to see if the guy showed any signs of recognition .
“What’s his name?” His partner didn’t look up from
the stack of files as he spoke.
“Rafael,” he whispered,
face flushed at just saying his name. “What are you
doing?”
“Figuring out what your lay did,” Jesse said, positively glowing by now.
“I really hate you,” he responded,
pulling at his tie and trying to loosen it.
“You’ll thank me later,” Jesse hummed, plucking out the file and flipping it
open. “Oh, hot damn, you picked a good one.”
Daniel snatched it out of his partner’s hands, his eyes going wide. Life just got a little
more interesting.
All through the arraignment hearing, he found it hard to
keep his mind off the previous night spent at the defendant’s apartment. They’d had an instant
connection. He groaned to himself as it became increasingly hard to focus.
“Do you think he did it?”
“Who knows, but how many innocent men do we represent?” Daniel’s stomach
knotted. He didn’t want the
allegations to be true.
Author Bio/Links
When not staying up all night writing, J.R Gray can be found
basking in the warm glow of the Miami sun, or at the gym where it's half
assumed Gray is a permanent resident. A dominant, pilot, and sword fighting
enthusiast, Gray finds it hard to be in the passenger seat of any car. Gray
frequently interrupts real life, including normal sleep patterns, to jot down
nonsense. The bane of Gray's existence are commas, and even though it's been
fully acknowledged they are necessary, they continue to baffle and bewilder.
If Gray wasn't writing…well, that's not possible. The build
up of untold stories would haunt Gray into an early grave or possibly a mental institution
where the tales would end up on the walls in crayon and finger paint.
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