Big Balls and Brass Knuckles (MM)

Evernight Publishing

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 24,800
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A dedicated detective meets a rich inventor who wants to play cop. Even in the future, money can get you everything…

Detective Brett Knucks is trying to find a killer. The last thing he needs is to be saddled with the legendary Chris Genius, aka Big Balls. But someone is using one of Genius’s inventions, the cook bot, to commit murders, and Brett has more questions than answers. The only way to find the truth is to dig through all the lies surrounding them. Working side by side with the sarcastic, flirty inventor is definitely not what Brett had in mind. Even more surprising is that they make a good team. Until one kiss changes everything. Meet Big Balls and Brass Knuckles—a dysfunctional partnership that may just save your life.

Be Warned: m/m sex

Big Balls and Brass Knuckles (MM)
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Big Balls and Brass Knuckles (MM)

Evernight Publishing

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 24,800
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The door popped open and Genius arched a brow. “Forget something?”

Brett walked right in. “I didn’t mean to tell you all that,” he began.

Genius moved to the door of his office and put down a glass filled with amber liquid on a bookshelf. He leaned against the door frame.

“About my parents. I don’t tell people that. It’s not anyone’s business.” Brett walked up to him. God, that drink looked good right now. “Only a few people know. I’d like to keep it that way. I don’t even know why I told you.”

“Because you like me. Because you’re beginning to trust me.”

That was going a bit far. He scoffed and then, well, then thought left his brain. Genius was so close. Their bodies. Their faces. Their lips. Brett was going to go for that whiskey, but he’d have to lean forward and he’d be even closer to Genius. Fuck. Brett stared into Genius’s eyes and closed the distance. His head screamed as his body swelled with need. Their lips touched. This was no sweet, soft kiss. Their mouths parted. Tongues instantly challenged and fought. Brett leaned into Genius as he took control of the kiss. The man wielded his tongue like a fucking weapon. The pressure and intensity made Brett’s cock swell. His breath rushed out in pants, and then his eyes popped open.

Holy fuck, he was kissing Genius.

He. Was. Kissing. Genius!

Brett jerked back, his lips wet and well taken care of. What the fuck had he done? Genius looked equally as shocked. Brett sputtered random noises, then spun around and marched out of the apartment. He closed the door behind himself and leaned against it. The world just started spinning out of control, and it was all his fault.


Genius’s legs were actually shaky. He stumbled backward until he sat in his desk chair. That was a kiss to end all kisses. That was a kiss that poetry was written for. Holy shit. His hand landed on the desk, making his work screen pop up. He glanced at the screen. Images of Brett’s parents stared back at him from the police files Genius had stolen earlier in the day.

Genius was in trouble.

This was not a crush.

This was not even lust.

“Fuck me. I’m in love.”

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