Four of Deirdre O'Dare's best-selling M/M romances in one box set!
Love and lust can strike at totally unexpected places and inopportune times. When two strong men fight a powerful attraction that slips up on them, sometimes a loyal and loving canine cupid needs to take matters in his or her paws to make it happen for a stubborn master!
Contains the stories:
A Cop and a Con: When a cop and a newly released convict cross paths, few cons can expect anything positive. Ike Hernandez meets a cop who seems different. Can he trust kindness to continue? Perry Parker became a police officer to help people. Could the man he picked up one stormy night be one?
Dogjacked: Travel writer Trek stops in a small New Mexico town for gas only to have his car and dog stolen while he's in the quick stop. Officer Dan is a country boy at heart, and shy when he isn't able to hide in his uniform. Dashing and urbane Trek fascinates him. Does he dare to hope that Trek may pass his way again?
Saved By Sam: When K9 officer Craig Rommel and his partner Samson burst into the club where Roy Dunham tends bar, he admires the officer but finds him overbearing. Then the team saves him from drug-driven violence. After he tends their gunshot wounds, he begins to adjust his impression. Soon he's trying to get to know them both much better.
Schnickelfritz in Love: When Snick meets Athena, its love at first sight for the feisty miniature Schnauzer and the dignified greyhound. Electrician Jake and detective Boz, the dogs' masters, are not as readily enamored but when forced to work together on a complex theft case at Jake's work site, danger and proximity combine to work aphrodisiac magic.
EXCERPT FROM "A Cop and a Con"
At the sound of heavy footsteps on the small back porch, Ike snapped awake. For an instant, he was disoriented, unsure where he was. Then he realized he'd fallen asleep at the kitchen table in Perry's house. When Perry didn't get home at the expected time, he'd been unable to sleep. He'd ended up back in the kitchen about four o'clock. Somehow, he had finally dozed off. While he napped, darkness had given way to daybreak.
The steps were Perry's. The deputy stumbled into the room, weariness etched in his face and posture.
"Told you not to wait up," he said, a growl in his tone.
Ike nodded but didn't reply. After a moment, he offered an indirect response. "Made coffee about two, three hours ago. It should still be warm."
Perry unbuckled his gear belt and hung it on a hook by the door. Badger padded over and checked her dish. Ike had filled it when he fed Rojo late last evening. She set to work on the kibble. Perry slumped into the nearest chair. "Coffee? Yeah, please."
Ike fetched and filled the cup, set it down, and backed away, dropping onto the opposite chair where he'd been sitting. "Long, hard night," he observed. "Any progress on the dealer stuff?"
Shaking his head, Perry drew a slow, deep breath. "No. I spent about six hours at a ranch on the far side of the county with a robbery." He went on to relate the shortest version of the situation that he could. "Deal with the dealers next shift, I guess."
"Do you want to eat or just go to bed?"
Perry looked up, as if startled. Maybe he'd fallen asleep over the coffee. "Huh? Oh, sleep first, eat later. Too tired to chew." After draining the cup, he set it down and started for the hall to the bedrooms. After a few muffled sounds, silence fell.
Ike looked around the kitchen. Rising, he put away the stuff he'd gotten out to make breakfast. That would have to wait. He stashed the stew he'd made in the fridge and washed and put away all the dishes. Soon he had everything clean and tidy. A glance at the clock indicated he could grab a short nap and then get up to go clean out the courthouse about nine. He'd just passed the partly ajar door to Perry's room when the low groan stopped him in his tracks. The sound held so much distress he froze, waiting. When it came again, he had to investigate.
Even though he felt a bit like he was invading, he slid the door open wider and stepped into the room. The growing brightness outside filtered in around the heavy curtain on the one long, narrow window. By that minimal light, he could see Perry tossing and twitching, tangled in the bedding. He must be having a real bad nightmare.
Ike knew something about bad dreams. He'd had his share, mostly about the worst experiences he'd endured -- his arrest and time in prison. So what bedeviled Perry? He realized suddenly that he really knew very little personal stuff about the deputy. Had he been in the military and seen some rough shit go down? Maybe had to shoot a criminal? What horrors might be playing out in his mind right now?
For a couple more breaths, Ike hesitated. No, he couldn't let the other man suffer. Better to wake up and get out of whatever trauma ravaged his sleep. He crossed the room in a few quick steps and bent over Perry's struggling body.
"Hey, bud, you're okay. Wake up. It's just a bad dream."
When Perry flailed out with a wild swing, Ike grabbed his shoulders to try to pin him down. It took all his strength. Perry probably still outweighed him twenty or thirty pounds and the deputy was fit. Fueled by what looked like stark fear, his strength seemed to have doubled. Dodging another wild blow, Ike grabbed Perry's wrists and flung himself down atop Perry's thrashing body before he got knocked across the room.
When Perry went abruptly still, Ike sensed he was starting to waken. "You're okay," he repeated. "It's not real, just a bad dream." At that moment, he recognized Perry was nude under the tangled sheet. When he felt Perry going hard, Ike's Levi's suddenly felt too tight. He released his grasp on Perry's wrists and tried to find purchase to shove himself back onto his feet. The mattress shifted beneath their combined weight, leaving him nothing solid to push off from. Like a beached fish, he floundered and struggled, grinding their bodies together. Memory of their earlier blazing kiss flashed across his mind. Then, somehow, they were repeating it.