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344 pages, Paperback
First published May 20, 2018

This is what life is about. Living, not survival. Connections. Not just breathing and getting through each day.

Nick accepted him, as is. With all this darkness and shades in between.





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Everything about this evening was far beyond what he could have imagined. This was a grand gesture, but it was based on the tiniest of comments. A wistful dream he had voiced during a dark and rainy night, assuming it would never happen. But Ian had made it possible. All because it had been Nick’s wish.
"The rush of blood and thump of his heart throbbed in his ears, muting everything but the sound of his name spoken from the voice his soul immediately recognized and craved with enough passion to invoke a tidal wave of emotions to flood his system."
"Ian neared, leaving nothing but bodies in his wake, like an angel of death, dispensing judgment and fury, with whispers of smoke and sparks of fire escaping from his weapons of choice.
His dark angel. Dressed in black, walking through plumes of smoke in the room filled with the stink of gunpowder."




Killian often chuckled when, in movies, the bad guy never died, regardless of however many bullets pierced their bodies or explosions blew up their surroundings. Somehow, the evil always resurrected for a second round of attack.
He looked over to his side at the now slumped body of his target then to his two henchmen.
Killian discharged an extra bullet into each dead man.
No one was resurrecting tonight.


"Work had me in a bit of a choke hold today,” he responded, hoping to lessen the tension.


Nick smiled—a broad grin that brightened his entire expression.
Killian’s knees weakened with the joy aimed at him. No one had ever looked at him that way or delivered a smile so wide filled with so much happiness. Everything that had happened tonight—the near death and their odd interaction that crossed into something far more personal—was worth it just for that smile and the brisk thump it triggered in his heart.

This was a grand gesture, but it was based on the tiniest of comments. A wistful dream he had voiced during a dark and rainy night, assuming it would never happen. But Killian had made it possible. All because it had been Nick’s wish.







