Lipstick and Handguns (MM)
Lawful Disorder 1

Professional Reviews

5 STARS:

5 NYMPHS: "Gabrielle Evans has started a new series titled Lawful Disorder and the first book, Lipstick and Handguns, starts it off with a bang. Ryder and Sidney instantly pull you into the story, which is equal parts romance and mystery. Ryder is drawn to Sidney from their first meeting but, due to the circumstances of their meeting, the men are worried about starting a relationship, regardless of how much they want each other. I liked that the author gives the men a chance to get to know each other rather than ignoring the trauma Sidney went through. I also liked the fact that Ryder is open in his sexuality instead of hiding his growing feelings for Sidney. As for the mystery aspect of Lipstick and Handguns, it is just as good as the romance between the men. Ryder and his partner, Michael, must unravel many clues in order to discover who took Sidney and the others. This mystery gives the author the chance to introduce many wonderful secondary characters who are sure to receive their own story in this new series. If Ms. Evans werewolf series hasn’t made you a fan yet, then I am sure this new one will." -- Critter Nymph, Literary Nymphs Reviews

4.5 CROWNS: "Lipstick and Handguns by Gabrielle Evans was filled with ups, downs, and sideways moments that eventually all straightened out into a brilliant story. Ryder and Sidney are perfect for each other even though Ryder fights the immediate attraction. Brought together by less than sterling events, the way they come together is beautiful. Just as things are starting to look up for them, the pieces of the puzzle surrounding Sidney’s near-death experience start to come together with gut-wrenching results. I love Ryder and Sidney, and completely enjoyed seeing their relationship grow even through not so good times. They were so easy to root for and you definitely wanted them to reach their happy ever after. Lipstick and Handguns is a great beginning to the Lawful Disorder series. I’ll be looking forward to see what Ms. Evans brings us in book two." -- Jaymes, The Readers Roundtable

Excerpt

STORY EXCERPT

“Want to tell me what’s going on?” Detective Ward had such an amazing smile. It lit up his entire face and made his blue eyes sparkle. Sidney couldn’t help but stare.

What the hell was wrong with him? He had been through something awful. Something so horrible, others hadn’t survived it. He was lucky to be alive and should be focusing on getting well. He certainly shouldn’t be wondering what the detective’s mouth would taste like.

Any sane person would be cringing at the thought of physical contact—not contemplating ways to initiate it. God, he had to be the most messed up person on the planet.

“Sidney, do you want to talk about it?” Ryder spoke patiently, soothingly, and Sidney found himself leaning closer.

“I don’t know exactly.” The words tumbled out of his mouth before he realized he intended to speak. “I heard someone yell and nurses talking about getting restraints. I panicked. It was like I was back in that basement all over again. So, I hid.” Sidney bit his lip and averted his eyes. Ryder probably thought him a mental case.

“Understandable.” Sidney’s eyes shot back to the detective as the man spoke. “Do you remember why you were asking for me?”

Yeah, he remembered. That didn’t mean he wanted to reveal the reason, though. Completely terrified, the only thing that made him feel safe in months came in the form of a big, muscular detective with sapphire eyes and pin straight black hair. Totally irrational considering how little he knew Ryder, but it didn’t stop him from seeking the shelter and assurance the man represented.  

“I’m not comfortable around people yet,” Sidney said. This would be harder than he thought. The tears welled in his eyes, but he forced them back. He would not cry. “I was scared, and I remembered how kind you were to me. You said I could call you anytime.” He looked at Ryder pleadingly, willing him not to be angry. “I’m sorry.”

Ryder looked away and cleared his throat. Sidney felt the panic bubble in his chest and fought the urge to squirm. “I’m sorry,” he repeated in a soft whisper.

“Stop. There is no reason to be sorry.” Ryder’s lips lifted just a bit at the corners.“I promised I would do whatever I can to help you.” He patted Sidney’s ankle reassuringly. “I’m glad you asked for me.”

Sidney lost the battle with his tears, and they slipped over his cheeks, leaving a wet path in their wake. Never prone to emotional displays before, he hated it. It made him feel weak. He swiped roughly at the tears, angry with himself for showing such vulnerability.

“Hey.” Ryder took Sidney’s hands into his own. “It’s okay to cry. You’re doing much better than you can imagine. I’m sure they would have to sedate me if I had lived through what you have. Give yourself a break, okay?”

“I’m scared, and I’m in pain. Every shadow, every unfamiliar face sends me into a panic. I cry at everything and nothing. My body is beaten, broken, and weak.” Sidney took a deep breath and closed his eyes. “I’m so angry.”

Opening his eyes, he scowled at the detective. “I’m angry at what has been done to me. Not just the abuse.” Sidney shook his head. “I’m angry that I don’t even recognize myself anymore. Not just physically, but I don’t recognize me in here.” He tapped a finger to his forehead. “It fucking pisses me off to be quite frank.”

To his utter bewilderment, Detective Ward beamed at him. “That’s good. I want you to be angry. Rage at everyone and everything. Break stuff, hit stuff. Though, I’d prefer if you didn’t hit me.” He winked, and Sidney couldn’t help but chuckle.

“It’s better to be angry,” Ryder said seriously. “Don’t close yourself up and cut everyone out of your life. Get angry and fight back.”

Sidney nodded firmly. That’s exactly what he intended to do. “I want to help, Ry—Detective Ward. I’ll tell you anything I can, anything I remember.”

“I thought I told you to call me Ryder?”

“Fine.” Sidney let out a breath in mock exasperation. “I want to help, Ryder.” He stressed the last word, drawing it out. It felt good to be able to joke around, even just a little. It made him feel more like his old self before all of this craziness had started.

“Better.” Ryder laughed. “You’re quite the smart-ass, aren’t you?” Standing from the bed, he reached to pull the covers up around Sidney’s shoulders. “You need to rest. I’ll come back around lunchtime, and we can go over some questions then.” He pointed a finger in Sidney’s face warningly. “And I better see you eating.”

Sidney frowned but nodded. He didn’t want Ryder to leave. Selfish maybe, but he liked having the beefy detective with him. He loved the deep, sultry sound of Ryder’s voice, his easy smile, the way his eyes softened with understanding.

“Thank you, Ryder.”

“Stop it. I’ll be back in a couple of hours. Try to get some sleep.”

Settling back against the pillows, he closed his eyes. Maybe he’d be able to sleep until lunch. Right before he drifted off, he swore he felt a light caress along his cheek.

ADULT EXCERPT

Sidney felt more relaxed and content than he could ever remember. Ryder was an amazing lover. So giving, never asking for anything in return, but Sidney wanted to give back the same pleasure he had just received. Ryder deserved the world, and Sidney intended to take him around it. “Tell me what to do. Tell me what you want.”

“I want in. Let me in, baby.” Ryder leaned over, pressing their damp chests together, and slid his tongue along Sidney’s bottom lip before sucking it into his mouth and nibbling on it.

Hell fucking yes! He cupped the back of Ryder’s head with one hand as he used the other to explore the sleek lines and rippling contours of his lover’s hard body. Ryder’s fingers began pumping in and out of his hungry hole again, driving Sidney out of his mind.  

He continued his inexpert seduction, enjoying the feel of Ryder’s slick skin beneath his palm. The flat expanse of Ryder’s stomach, the hard muscle of his thighs, the shallow valley just above his perfect ass—every inch of him begged for exploration.

“Please, Ry. Fuck me. I want to feel you inside me.”

Ryder groaned against Sidney’s throat, shaking his head. “No lube. I won’t take you without slick.” He sat up on his knees, gripping his straining erection, the look on his face one of complete frustration and need.

Sidney could definitely see why they needed something to ease the way. Ryder’s cock jutted proudly from his groin, long, thick, and gorgeous. Pre-cum oozed from the slit, coating the tip, making it glisten in the soft light of the lamp.

Maybe it had to do with his inexperience, but Ryder’s prick looked enormous. Sidney doubted he could even wrap his fingers completely around the thick member. The realization that the beautiful cock belonged to him, begged for him, made Sidney’s head swim.

Slipping his hand beneath the pillow, he produced a condom and a small bottle of lube. “Gifts from your grandmother.”

Ryder snatched the supplies from his hand so quickly, Sidney couldn’t help but chuckle. The action caused his inner muscles to clench, pulling Ryder’s fingers deeper into his ass, and his light chuckle turned to a breathless moan. “Hurry.”

“I’m trying.” Ryder growled, ripping open the condom wrapper with his teeth, then hurriedly sliding the latex down his shaft. His fingers eased from Sidney’s body, and he popped the cap on the lube, drizzling the slippery oil over his jumping cock.

Sidney watched him stroke the monster between his thighs, coating it, as three slick fingers dove back into Sidney’s hole, twisting, pumping and scissoring.

“Enough! Fuck me!”

 Seemingly eager to please, Ryder removed his fingers again, lined up the blunt head of his prick, and pushed in slowly. Sidney’s eyes widened at the feeling of fullness, and the bite of pain caused his breath to rush out in a hiss. Holy shit! He’d never taken anyone this big before.

Breathing deeply, trying to work his way through the pain, he watched his lover quaking with the effort to move slowly as he continued to feed his cock to Sidney’s ass. Soon, Ryder’s thighs brushed against him, and they both stilled, each panting and shuddering.

“Damn, you’re fucking tight, baby. I need to move. Please, can I move?”

eaching up to smooth his knuckles over Ryder’s cheek, Sidney smiled and dipped his chin. “Make love to me.”

Ryder’s entire being softened toward him, and he leaned over once more, bracing his hands on either side of Sidney’s head, and pressed their foreheads together. Closing his eyes, his breath stuttering across Sidney’s face, he retreated until only the flared crown remained, then pushed in again.

Slow and deliberate, eager but gentle, Sidney felt the emotions his lover poured into every movement. The burn dissipated, the fullness became something he craved, and he bowed his back, arching into his detective, moving with him in the ageless dance.

Ryder moved away, just far enough to look into Sidney’s eyes, his gaze never wavering. In and out, back and forth, the pressure built, the flames erupted, and the air sizzled between them. “Harder, Ry. I won’t break.”

Taking his words to heart, Ryder began thrusting harder, faster, his movements jerky and wild. “Yes! More, more, Ry!”

“Hold on, baby.” Sidney scrambled for purchase on Ryder’s broad shoulders as the man fell into abandon, setting a punishing pace, driving into Sidney’s body with primal desire.

“Close. I want you to come for me. Can you come for me, baby?”

Sidney nodded rapidly, reaching between their undulating bodies to grip his throbbing cock and stroked quickly, almost roughly. Ryder’s arm slipped under his hips, tilting him and changing the angle, nailing Sidney’s sweet spot on every thrust.