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172 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 10, 2019
❝You have got to stop saying shit like that.❞
❝Why?❞
❝Because.❞ Rough fingers brushed under his chin, grazing against his skin in slow sparks, trailing along his jaw. ❝It just gets me more and more fucked up over you.❞
Seong-Jae took a shaky breath. ❝…I want that. I want you to feel that way.❞
❝Why?❞
❝So I know it is not just me.❞
❝If you thought I would reject that part of you…❞ Malcolm’s hold tightened, and he rested his brow to the back of Seong-Jae’s neck, warm breaths and tangled hair slithering over his skin, down his spine. ❝No. I won’t. I may not have the experience to understand…but if you feel yourself slipping, if you need something to hold on to…❞ He made a rough, choking sound in the back of his throat, one Seong-Jae barely held back from echoing. ❝Hold on to me. It’s okay.❞
He felt as though he ripped out a piece of his heart, to do so.
Ripped out a piece of his heart and gave it to Seong-Jae to have, to hold, to keep.
A piece that would belong to him forever, and would never fit inside Malcolm the same way again.





"I'm your partner. I won't let you fall."
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"You should have warned me you were a biter. Be careful." Seong-Jae slipped his hand from inside Malcolm's slacks and tangled his fingers in his beard, tugging him close. "I bite back."
Malcolm smiled slowly, shifting to drape a heavy arm over Seong-Jae's waist, gathering him in. "God, I hope so," he rumbled, and brushed his lips across Seong-Jae's.
"It has been fifteen years... but what I did to myself then changed me forever, Malcolm.
"You actually like me," he ventured, and Malcolm smiled, eyes crinkling at the corners.
"Yeah. Yeah, I do."
"Why?"
"If I tried to list the reasons, you'd punch me before I got to three."
It felt almost surreal, to be sprawled out in his bed with Seong-Jae naked and spent atop him, willingly and comfortably wrapped up with him; after a few minutes Seong-Jae shifted his position to pillow his cheek against Malcolm's chest instead, one arm creeping up around his neck and fingers toying into his hair.
Malcolm met him with grinding hips and hardness twin to his own and that fucking scent , that dripping hot scent of slicked anticipation, that scent of deep animal fucking that would be all he needed to forget anything but Malcolm.
... the world tilted and tumbled and plummeted as the bridge rail struck him hard in the stomach, before he was dropping with nothing beneath him and the river seeming to yawn open a hungry black mouth beneath him.





⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱*Better*⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱
Malcolm was his partner. His subordinate. Ten years his senior. Infuriating. Insufferable. Annoying. Stubborn. Mule-headed. Set in his ways. Entirely profligate with the rules of their job. Arrogant. Foul-mouthed. At times, utterly juvenile. Entirely too indiscriminate with his bedroom habits…but also kind. Empathetic. Charismatic. Intelligent. Intuitive. Deeply honorable, albeit by his own code. Brave. Proud. Dedicated. Loyal. Sweet, in his own strange and small ways.
And the only one who had taken the time to try to ask who Seong-Jae was, and not only accepted the answers…but tried to make room for him, and it was so new and strange that Seong-Jae neither knew how to deal with it or knew what to say to it.
“It is Lady Gaga,” Seong-Jae huffed in offended tones, and Malcolm had to bite his tongue to keep from bursting out laughing and possibly getting smacked for it.
“You are so, so gay.”
“Yes, I am.” Seong-Jae scowled at him. “Is that a problem?”
“Not at all,” Malcolm said—then leaned up to brush his lips to Seong-Jae’s."
“…and you’re blushing,” he finished. “You’re blushing.” Narrowed eyes flung him a deadly look.
“Malcolm?”
“Yeah?”
“Shut up."
“Are you sinners, detectives?”
“Repeatedly and with each other,” Malcolm retorted. “Malcolm,” Seong-Jae hissed. Malcolm would apologize later."
“I’ll be good,” Malcolm promised. “I just really, really want to kiss you.”
“Why?”
“Because.” Malcolm grinned. “I’m high on the fact that I can.” Seong-Jae looked roughly two seconds away from biting him."
“Someone’s going to start shit with you sooner or later, Seong-Jae. I had your back as your partner…but I want everyone to know just how bad I will fuck them up if they touch my boyfriend.”






... and I will never be again.

... neither Malcolm nor Seong-Jae are ready for the shadowed secrets that could shatter their tenuous new relationship, when a haunting presence seems to stalk them around every corner, watching their smallest move, baiting them and flirting just out of reach.

The tree had a bit more experience than the apple ...

Watching him was like watching a revolving carousel of masks ...


When all your Promises are Gone ...

❝You actually like me,❞ he ventured, and Malcolm smiled, eyes crinkling at the corners.
❝Yeah. Yeah, I do.❞
❝Why?❞
❝If I tried to list the reasons, you’d punch me before I got to three.❞
❝I would not.❞
❝And blush.❞
Seong-Jae scowled, an irritated heat building underneath his cheeks. ❝I do not blush.❞
❝Keep telling yourself that.❞
❝Then maybe…partners by day, dating by night?❞ And before Seong-Jae could even open his mouth, Malcolm laid one thick finger gently against his lips, silencing him. ❝Don’t. Don’t you dare point out that sometimes we have to work at night. I know you.❞
Seong-Jae narrowed his eyes. And promptly bit down on the tip of Malcolm’s finger.
Malcolm yelped, yanking back and shaking his hand with a burst of laughter. ❝Ow! What was that for?❞
❝You know what.❞
Instead of using stupid miscommunication to add drama/tension McCade allows his characters to act naturally and react in ways that feels true to them. And honestly I am here for any and all scenes in which Seong-Jae emotes to anyone! 




This is totally how I picture Sila. Totally like that. His eyes are ...special. SO how can he be so awful?