Here’s a sneak peek at Trey: Son of Tallav. This is unedited, copyrighted, and subject to change. The shit is about to hit the fan.

Trey yanked his shirt from the locker, grabbing his comm and slamming the door shut. His leather pants had no pockets just clips where he could hang his favorite toys, so he gripped the comm with his teeth and strode toward the exit while fastening his buttons. Damn woman. This was the third time and by no means the charm. It was the end.

He knew right where...