Tattooed & Taken (MM)

Special Operations 2

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 44,662
49 Ratings (4.7)

[Siren Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Romance, M/M, light spanking, HEA]

Deputy Robby Harrison wanted Wren Crivello from the moment they met, but no matter how hard he tries, Wren seems to only want to be friends. When Robby gets fired from his job by his brother, he suddenly realizes he’s chasing after a lost cause. In a fit of anger and depression, Robby ties one on at the local bar, only to wake the next morning in bed with a naked woman. Totally freaked out, Robby runs only to end up in the arms of the very man he was trying to forget.

Warned away from Robby six months ago, Wren tried to let things take their natural course. When Robby arrives home after being missing for hours, Wren loses the tight grip he had on his control. What follows is a wild ride that neither of them have any desire to stop.

When the dust settles, Wren is overjoyed that Robby is finally his. But someone else thinks that Robby belongs to them and they will do anything, including threaten Robby’s family, to keep Wren and Robby apart. The marine motto is "When everyone runs from danger, marines run towards it," and Wren has every intention of facing the danger head-on. He just has to keep Robby alive long enough to discover who is after him and why.

A Siren Erotic Romance

Tattooed & Taken (MM)
49 Ratings (4.7)

Tattooed & Taken (MM)

Special Operations 2

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 44,662
49 Ratings (4.7)
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Cover Art by Harris Channing
Absolutely love the Special Operations series and anything else Stormy Glenn writes. I couldn't put the book down and finished it within hours. Looking forward to reading the next book in the series.
Love love love this!!!! It just keeps getting better and better!! Well done stormy cant wait for more
donna b buccella
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4 KISSES: "It was raining and very chilly outside, so I was in the mood for an erotic and easy read to pass the time away and Tattooed and Taken was a perfect choice to keep me warm on this cold winter’s night. Tattooed and Taken takes place six months after Robby and Wren met in the first book, John Henry’s Handsome Charlie. Robby believes he’s been officially put into the ‘friend’ zone with Wren and Wren believes he’s doing the right thing by keeping his desire and love a secret from Robby. He thinks he’ll eventually woo him over and in time Robby will come to love him. When Robby is fired by his brother the Sheriff, he decides to drink away his shock and grief. When he wakes up in a situation that he can’t remember, he goes home and takes solace in Wren’s arm. (After some very passionate bickering between them) But Robby soon finds out that there’s a lot going on more than he realized and that he’s being stalked. Not only his life in danger, but everyone he loves could be hurt if they don’t find out who has a vendetta against him. But, Wren has got Robby’s back and together they are determined to find out who is putting Robby’s life in jeopardy. As the first book, Tattooed and Taken is very fast-paced and it immediately swept me up into the storyline of these two men. I liked how they genuinely seemed to like each other. Plus, the attraction they have between each other was both sexy and sizzling hot. I really liked this book and I know fans of Ms. Glenn’s will also enjoy it as much as I did. Tattooed and Taken is the second book in the Special Operations series. It could be read as a stand-alone book, but I highly recommend reading the stories in series order. There is a strong camaraderie and friendship between all of the characters and it’s good to watch were it all began." -- Gabbi, Top 2 Bottom Reviews

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Robby clenched his jaw as he pulled the badge off of his uniform shirt and set it down on the desk. Next was his gun. He carefully unloaded it then set both the gun and the magazine down next to his badge before turning and walking toward the door of John Henry’s office.

Robby paused at the door with one hand on the door handle, then glanced over his shoulder at his brother, a man he had respected almost more than anyone—until today.

“You know, John Henry, one of these days, you’re going to interfere in my life one too many times and you’re not going to be able to fix what you’ve done.” Robby glowered at John Henry then turned away.

He yanked the door open and stormed out, slamming the door loudly behind him. It was better than smacking his brother. He could feel the stares of the other people in the station as he walked to the closet and grabbed a cardboard box.

It seemed almost anticlimactic that it took less than five minutes to gather all of his belongings out of his desk and put them in the box. Five years of a career and all he had to show for it was a small cardboard box full of crap.

When Robby heard John Henry’s office door open, he gritted his teeth and fought for control. He grabbed his stuff and walked out, not bothering to acknowledge his brother was even in the room. If he did—if he even looked at John Henry—he was likely to punch the man right in the mouth.

Robby walked outside and dropped the box of his belongings into the bed of his pickup truck, climbed into the cab, and slammed the driver’s door closed. He took a moment to breathe, grabbing the steering wheel with both hands and resting his forehead against it. If he didn’t get himself under control, he’d march right back into the sheriff’s station and give in to his urge to hurt his brother.

Robby couldn’t remember when he had ever been so angry at the man. He adored him and had for his entire life. John Henry was the very example of the man Robby wanted to be—until today.

Robby didn’t know whether to go with the anger clouding his mind or the heartache wrapping around his heart. He felt like he had been betrayed, like John Henry was taking something precious from him that Robby wanted more than anything in the world.

Well, almost anything.

There was still one thing Robby wanted more.

Robby held onto his control by a thread as he pulled his cell phone out and dialed a number he had memorized months ago. He tried not to call it too often, but right now, he needed the voice on the other end more than he needed air.

The corner of Robby’s mouth curved up when he heard the phone connect but no one spoke. That was how it always was. Wren never said a word until he knew who was at the other end of the line. It was just one of the man’s odd quirks.

He had many.

“Hey, it’s Robby. Want to hang out?”

They had spent a lot of time together when Wren wasn’t out on a mission, both at Robby’s house and Charlie and John Henry’s. But most of their time together was at Robby’s place and usually spent just watching movies or hanging out. No matter how many hints Robby dropped, Wren never crossed that line to take things further between them.

“Leaving work early?”

Robby swallowed the bile that suddenly threatened to come up as he thought about the job he had just lost. He stared down at his fingers, pulling at a loose thread on his jeans. “Yeah, something like that.”

The man on the other end of the phone—the one Robby dreamed about at night and fantasized might someday want something more from him than just a few hours together here and there—grunted.

“I’ll meet you at your place.”

And just like that, the phone went dead.

Robby snapped his phone closed and slid it back into his pocket. It felt like knives stabbing into him every time he called Wren and got the same blasé response. He didn’t know how to define his relationship with the man. He didn’t even know if they had one.

Robby called, they hung out, and then they went their separate ways. There seemed to be this wall between them that Robby had never been able to breach. He shook his head at the tears that suddenly appeared. He ached with need and loneliness, and it felt like it had just quadrupled.

Robby tried desperately to give Wren the space he seemed to need so much, but sometimes it was really hard—like now, when Robby wanted nothing more than for Wren’s big, muscular arms to wrap around him and make him feel like everything would be okay.

And as much as he knew he would suck up whatever attention Wren gave him, he couldn’t help but want for more. He just knew if Wren gave in, things would be explosive between them.

Wren never seemed to budge. He had made it very clear in the beginning of their friendship that there was a line that Robby wasn’t allowed to cross. Robby had tried a few times—flirted, made some passes, dropped some verbal hints—only to be rebuffed. He was starting to doubt that even walking around naked in front of the man would get him anything.

Maybe getting fired was finally making him see the truth. Wren just wanted to be friends. And no wanting for something more on Robby’s part would change that.




Wren scooted back and lifted up onto his knees, moving them between Robby’s calves. He slid his hands down Robby’s back to the man’s tight ass. He heard a soft sigh when he grabbed Robby’s hips and pulled the man back into a kneeling position, Robby’s legs hugging his thighs while his ass was pushed up against Wren’s erection.

Wren’s arousal took on new meaning as he watched his cock slide up and down the crack of Robby’s ass. He tenderly stroked his hands over the rounded globes then gripped them tightly and pulled them apart until he could see the man’s puckered opening.

He teased Robby, rubbing the head of his cock over the man’s quivering entrance but never quite pushing in. He wanted Robby’s surrender. He craved it. Robby needed to know who he belonged to, because Wren wasn’t giving him up.

Robby was his.

“Do you like that idea, love?” Wren asked when he saw Robby’s body shake. “Do you like the idea of everyone knowing you belong to me?”

When Robby didn’t answer right away, Wren decided to up his game. He would have Robby’s answer before they left this room. He pulled back until the head of his cock slid down between Robby’s butt cheeks again, catching on the small cleft of his hole.

It hadn’t been that long since Wren had claimed Robby, but he still reached for the bottle of lube carelessly tossed on the bed. He snapped the lid then poured a liberal amount on the place where his cock met Robby’s ass. Once there was enough that he knew he wouldn’t hurt Robby, Wren closed the cap then tossed the bottle back on the bed.

Watching his engorged cock slide slowly into Robby’s welcoming body was more erotic than watching any porn he had ever seen. Nothing had ever gotten Wren this worked up. He was ready to explode and he had barely gotten in.

“Feel how beautifully your body accepts me, love?” Wren asked, never taking his eyes off of where his body was so intimately connected to Robby’s. “Your body knows who you belong to even if you don’t.”

Just as he sank his cock to the hilt in Robby’s ass, Wren saw Robby start to reach under himself. He knew what Robby was doing, and he couldn’t allow that, not until he had a commitment out of the man.



Did he care?


Wren leaned down and grabbed both of Robby’s wrists and brought them around to his back, holding them there with one hand. It pushed Robby’s face into the mattress, but it also pushed Robby’s ass up against Wren.

Wren moved closer until his hard frame fit to the soft contours of Robby’s. He slid his arms down around Robby’s stomach and lifted him. Wren smiled as he nuzzled at the younger man before tenderly stroking sweat-damp hair from the man’s beautiful face.

“Who do you belong to, love?” he asked as he moved Robby’s arms up over his head, wrapping them around Wren’s neck. It gave him unfettered access to the man’s dark-hued nipples and rippled abdomen, two places Wren loved to touch and caress.

Wren played with Robby’s nipples as he began to move in long, slow strokes, driving his cock as deep inside of Robby’s tight channel as he could go before pulling out and repeating the process all over again. When Robby groaned and fisted his fingers in Wren’s hair, Wren gripped the man’s hips and began to move harder, faster, and deeper.

A soft whimper eased from between Robby’s lips as he melted into Wren’s arms. Wren closed his eyes and held Robby to him, savoring the feel of the man in his arms. He had never wanted anyone as much as he wanted Robby.

“Who do you belong to, love?” he repeated, needing the answer more than he needed to come, and that was saying something. Robby’s body gripped him so tightly in silken heat that Wren worried his dick would burn right off.

“Wren!” Robby wailed as Wren nailed his prostate over and over again. Wren knew this was a good position. Not only did he have Robby splayed out over him like a second skin, but he knew his cock would scrape over Robby’s sweet spot with every thrust. “Please!”

“Answer my question, love, and I’ll let you come.”

Again, underhanded. And again, Wren didn’t care. He wasn’t going to let Robby get away from him now that he had had him. Robby might have had a chance at escaping him before they had fucked each other, but now it was too late.

“Who do you belong to?” Just to swing things in his direction in case there was any doubt in Robby’s mind, Wren reached down and wrapped his fingers around the man’s pulsing cock, giving it a couple of firm strokes.

“You!” Robby shouted. “I belong to you!”

“Right answer.”


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