The Story of:
HAWK, PIERCE, SHOT & FOX ALONG WITH THE OTHER BEASTMASTERS
Pierce
aka Strategic Intelligence Specialist, Backhander is back to flush out
some of the DEA’s most notorious criminals, and he has one helluva’
team backing him up. The country’s most decorated Navy Seals…the
Beastmasters.
Pierce is more than capable of doing his job, but he has one insanely hot distraction that continuously causes him to second guess his hidden orientation–
Dane
Aramis, call-sign, Hawk. Hawk can see what most people can’t, and
whether his sexy Pierce wants to admit it or not, he can see the brilliant
man’s desire runs deep for him.
However, when Pierce and the Beastmasters are on their final assignment, the last person they expect to encounter with the opposition is rogue assassin…Omega. The man is unstoppable, and when he comes too close to what Hawk holds dear, the Beastmasters call on the only man that can control the lethal assassin. Omega’s faster, deadlier brother, Alpha.
Bringing Alpha back into society may be disastrous for everyone involved. But, Hawk is willing to take that risk to keep Pierce safe.
AUTHOR BIO:
A.E. Via is
still a fairly new author in the beautiful gay erotic genre. Her writing
embodies everything from spicy to scandalous. Her stories often include
intriguing edges and twists that take readers to new, thought-provoking depths.
When she’s not
clicking away at her laptop, she devotes herself to her family—a husband and
four children, her two pets, a Maltese dog and her white Siamese cat, ELynn,
named after the late, great gay romance author E. Lynn Harris.
While this is
only her fifth novel, she has plenty more to come. So stalk her – she loves
that - because the male on male action is just heating up!
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“Something
on your mind, Backhander?” Hawk’s eyes stayed on him, locking him in place.
Stay cool.
“Yes.
I commanded you to stand down. I wanted those men alive for interrogation. Dead
suspects can’t help me,” Pierce said while staring at Hawk’s forehead.
Hawk
raised one corner of his sexy mouth and stepped in closer to him. “I follow no
one’s commands. My allegiance is to the Beastmasters, not the DEA, not the FBI,
not the CIA, and for damn sure, not you.” Hawk accented each statement with a
step closer to Pierce. “You’re fooling yourself if you think by running off a
few high-ranking smugglers and traffickers that you’re making a difference.
When you cut off the snake’s tail, he grows another one.”
After
repeatedly backing up from Hawk’s advances, Pierce’s back was up against the
side of the eighteen-wheeler. It was just him and Hawk, the dark stillness of
the night, and one massive-ass gun at his side. The rifle was over half the
length of the man wielding it.
Pierce
looked down at the weapon and back up into Hawk’s eyes. “Do you have the safety
switched on on that thing?”
Hawk
snorted at Pierce’s comment. “Safety? No. Why? Are you afraid of my weapon,
Backhander?”
Damn this man has no respect for
personal space.
“You
need to back the fuck up.” Pierce tried to inject some venom into his voice.
Hawk had his entire body pressed up against him, his six-foot four inch height
making his shoulder length brownish-blond hair fall down onto Pierce’s face,
cocooning him from the cool breeze coming off the mountains of Roanoke,
Virginia.
“First,
I want to clarify a couple of things, Backhander. This sexy beauty beside me is
my weapon, and don’t you worry, it would never be used to harm one hair on that
pretty little head of yours. Now this
is my gun.” Hawk thrust his cock hard into Pierce’s front, making him grunt at
the pain and holy fuck, the pleasure.
“You
keep accusing me of ‘liking to get my gun off’, right?” Hawk smiled down on
him. He lowered his plush lips to Pierce’s ear and groaned against it.
Pierce
closed his eyes. God help me.
“You
keep shooting of that sexy mouth of yours Backhander, and I’m going to show you
just how I get my motherfuckin’ gun off,” Hawk hissed.
Pierce
pushed at Hawk’s much larger frame but of course he didn’t budge – he never did.
“Back-off damnit. I told you I’m not interested,” Pierce argued weakly.
“I
see differently, beautiful. But that’s okay.” Hawk backed up. “I’ll leave you
to it, and watch you come around.”
Hawk
made his way to the back of the eighteen-wheeler and hoisted himself and his weapon into the trailer. Pierce tried
not to look at Hawk’s ass in the loose army fatigues, or the way his back
muscles rippled underneath his army green t-shirt. Pierce didn’t look away fast
enough and he knew he’d been caught ogling. Hawk flashed him a shit-eating
grin, and winked at Pierce right before he slammed the metal doors.
Cocky bastard.
