Greetings folks! My Under the Gun series was supposed to be one book, but ended up being three since the characters loved to talk. Damn muses! BL’s short novella series is humorous with some hot sex thrown in with a private investigator and a former Army man who get together at a shooting range, sharing a similar interest in guns!
Under the Gun is broken into three pieces with the beginning the intro to characters while the others are cases.
Blurb: Pre DADT Repeal…
Jaded by his lover leaving him for a woman, Camdyn Hardy is looking for love and partnership. When he goes to the local shooting range, he only wants to let off a little steam, but meeting Malik Day, a discharged army serviceman is a welcome surprise.
Malik’s issues go farther than just a lack of love. Discharged for defending a fellow gay soldier got him kicked out of the Army and back at home with his bible thumping parents. When Malik meets Camdyn, the sparks are there, but both of them are too afraid to make their desires known to each other.
After several conversations and dates, Camdyn and Malik are hot for one another and ready to take the next step. When they do, they discover they have a lot more in common than just a need for a committed relationship.
Note this book has been previously published.
Some days are better than others and most could be a helluva lot better, but when you get into a fight with your significant other, of the moment, what else can be done? I wished we could’ve gotten past it, but there wasn’t any way to avoid it.
My boyfriend and I were working on a case together when we almost slipped up because of our… ‘encounter’… on the job. At my insistence, too, and this made it even worse. Our client wasn’t amused when he literally caught us with our pants down; he almost fired us on the spot. Still, we managed to finish. The job, that is. My man tried to tell me to wait until we were safe and out of sight, but my horniness wouldn’t allow me to. I shouldn’t have listened to my dick, but some days he thinks he’s the brains of this outfit.
After that, Tay started having second thoughts about our relationship. He thought we’d lost focus by working together, and we should split up. I tried pleading with him. I told him it wasn’t a good reason. “No, no, no, no, no,” I insisted, vigorously shaking my head. But the more I protested, the more he vehemently disagreed about going on with this work/play scenario. Disagreed about us.
No matter how much I begged… no matter how much or how loudly I promised I’d be more of a good boy, he’d have none of it. He decided to move on, and he did, leaving every tie to Camdyn & Associates behind.
I knew he still loved me, but I’d heard from mutual friends Tay was on the fence again, spending a lot of time with some female. Sheesh. I’d been preparing myself for my down-low lover to take a hike, so when he walked out that door today, it really wasn’t much of a surprise. That taught me a lesson—don’t deal with anyone who’s unsure about his sexuality ever again. I needed someone totally real and gay, like me. One hundred percent queer.
As I drove away from my office, the anger built inside of me. Ready to burn rubber, I gripped the steering wheel tightly and made the sharp turn at the corner, intending to enter the freeway. The grooves from the leather pierced my skin and my knuckles turned white from the pressure. Even though my place was only fifteen minutes away, I felt the need to do damage, more like kick the shit out of Tay. Unfortunately, the gas pedal was my only fucking option.
When I got on the highway, I floored it, quickly approaching eighty. In this kind of mood, I dared someone to pull me over. Anyone standing in my path would feel the wrath of Camdyn today. This faggot was ready to whoop ass!
How could I dispel these ill feelings? I knew of one way, but it wasn’t in my best interest to go murdering someone when I was supposed to be a law-abiding man. My only other option was sex. I had a lifetime membership to a down-low fuck club called the Pinkhole, but in the kind of mood I was in, I needed more than just the anonymous lay. Fuck that! I required it at this point because the animal inside me needed to inflict some pain on someone and enjoy it completely.
But I knew I wouldn’t be able to find someone who’d want to participate in the game I loved to play with Tay—the forbidden one that carried all kinds of risks. Let’s just say it involved our affinity for guns, violence, and rough sex. How did we mix a weapon into our down-low union? Use your imagination and figure it out. Yeah, it would most likely take a while before I found somebody who took the same pleasure in my own brand of Russian roulette. No cards involved, just a steady hand, a willing partner, and your weapon of choice.
Without doing any damage, I made it home in a fast few minutes. It felt good to be there after such a menacing day. Why should I be so upset? This would be a great time to start looking for a new partner. In life and in business. Tay and I loved each other, sure, but we weren’t in love. There was always a rift between us that couldn’t be crossed, and now that he’d left me, I needed to find another man who wouldn’t have the same ridiculous hang-ups.
But where should I look for Mr. Right? Surely the Pinkhole wasn’t it. I need a new damn hobby, I suppose, to take my mind off losing my lover of the moment. Too bad it was easier to get a new client than find a new lover. Maybe I should look through the personals.