SIN & SAINT
EXECUTIONERS BOOK 4
J.M. DABNEY
M/M ROMANCE
RELEASE DATE: 12.26.17
BCOVER DESIGN: Winterheart Design
BLURB
Eric and Ellison Gant better known as Sin
and Saint were opposite sides of the same coin. They epitomized the nicknames
given to them by their friends in the band Executioners. One thing Sin and
Saint did well was fight and being inseparable means they had a lot of
disagreements, but one thing they agreed on was Sheriff Camden Pelter was
theirs. The older, stoic man didn’t agree, yet they were determined to change
his mind.
Camden Pelter had the daunting job of
turning the Powers Sheriff Department around. The residents of the Georgia town
didn’t have much faith or respect in the Deputies serving them. That’s where he
came in and he was determined to do his job. That was easier said than done
with two annoying brothers Sin and Saint who dogged his every step. No way in
hell was he getting mixed up in the chaos that were the Gant Twins. Now if only
if he could get them to listen and realize they didn’t have a chance of
changing his mind.
EXCERPT
“Sin and Saint, don’t they have real
names?” Even though the names seemed perfect, he didn’t like them, and he wasn’t going to call his—nothing his was in this bar.
“Sin is Eric, and Ellison is Saint, but
I don’t think they answer to them. Last I
heard their mom started calling them Sin and Saint.”
“I won’t be calling them Sin and
Saint.”
“Does that mean you’ll be calling them because they’re headed this way. Good luck.”
He nearly
hollered for Twitch when the little man darted away. He was a grown ass man so
he could handle two pretty boys. Their platinum blond hair tousled around their
beautiful faces. Fuck, he caught sight of himself in the mirror behind the bar, and he looked old, well, ancient compared
to them. The silver patch in his goatee stood out starkly and reminded him he
wasn’t in his twenties or even thirties anymore.
Just don’t be an asshole, Camden,
he ordered himself. His hand locked tight around the bottle as the most beautiful men he’d ever seen flanked
him on either side. Their slim bodies pushing in beside him, and he instantly
knew which one was Sin. The boy pressed in tight to his side, while Ellison,
Saint, kept a bit of distance. In his peripheral, he noticed the innocent pink
that stained Ellison’s cheeks and he wanted to reach for him. Chase the
spreading color under the pads of his calloused fingers.
“Well, hello, sexy, you’re new.”
Eric’s
soft fingertips stroked up his bare arm only being stopped by the rolled cuff
of his dress shirt. His stomach tightened.
“Camden.”
“You’re Scary’s cousin.”
Ellison’s
voice was softer, tinged with a hint of shyness that made him want to turn to
him.
“Why don’t you come home with us,
Camden?”
“Why don’t you go play with someone
your own age, boy?”
He didn’t
know where the brusque tone came from,
but he didn’t want to be some notch for boys with Daddy issues. It was a rage
in his abdomen. An emotion he’d never experienced before burned through his veins, and he couldn’t think beyond getting as
far away from Eric and Ellison as he could. Part of he wanted to put them over his knee for propositioning some strange
man in a bar. The other part of him, the one he needed to rein in, wanted to take
them home.
“Twitch,” he called for the bartender
and pulled enough from his pocket to cover his few beers, plus a generous tip.
“Goodnight, boys.”
Eric looked
at him like he was insane to turn them down and maybe he was, but he was a
grown ass man, and he knew what he wanted.
Ellison avoided glancing at him and instead of embarrassment or shyness, the
young man looked ashamed. He pushed back from the bar and started to walk away.
“Goodnight, Camden.”
Ellison’s
sweet voice called to him, and he
imagined what it would sound like when the boy screamed his name as he was
buried balls deep. Angry with himself, he strode toward the door.
He knew
what he wanted, something or someone only his, someone to care for and make
happy. A quick fuck he wasn’t and twenty-one was too fucking young for what he had in mind.
That didn’t keep his mind from wandering to the twin temptation he’d left back
at Brawlers and it didn’t disappear even
as he drove in the opposite direction of Powers, Georgia, and from the things
he knew he couldn’t have.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
J.M.
Dabney is a multi-genre author who writes mainly LGBT romance and fiction. She
lives with a constant diverse cast of characters in her head. No matter their
size, shape, race, etc. she lives for one purpose alone, and that’s to make
sure she does them justice and give them the happily ever after they deserve.
J.M. is dysfunction at its finest and she makes sure her characters are a
beautiful kaleidoscope of crazy. There is nothing more she wants from telling
her stories than to show that no matter the package the characters come in or
the damage their pasts have done, that love is love. That normal is never
normal and sometimes the so-called broken can still be amazing.
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