QSFer Hailey Turner has a new MM military sci fi book out:
Take a chance.
Staff Sergeant Alexei Dvorkin doesn’t trust easily, and he most certainly doesn’t trust spies. He’ll work with them if ordered to, but that doesn’t mean he has to like it. Except Agent Sean Delaney is proving to be the exception to the rule. There’s something about Sean that gets under Alexei’s skin and won’t let go. Alexei would be lying if he said he wasn’t interested in what lay beneath the agent’s mask. When they’re assigned together for a mission, Alexei vows to keep Sean safe all while trying to coax the hot agent into his bed.
Hold onto hope.
Agent Sean Delaney has spent his entire adult life living a lie for his country. When the MDF tasks him with finding evidence of criminal wrong-doing against the owner of a private military company, Sean knows exactly how to play the game to get what he wants. He just doesn’t know how to handle Alexei’s advances, nor his own attraction to the younger soldier. Being a spy is lonely work, and Sean knows he should keep his distance, but saying no to Alexei is impossible from the moment they first kiss.
In a world of lies, the truth can be deadly.
When the mission takes a turn for the worse, the only thing left to do is run. In the wake of betrayal, and in the path of danger, can their fragile trust survive the battle?
In the Shadows is a 104k word steamy gay sci-fi military romance with a HFN ending that skirts HEA. There is military violence within the story that may not be suitable for everyone, as well as explicit intimate scenes not suitable for readers under the age of 18. This is a direct sequel to In the Ruins and reading the previous books in the series would be helpful in enjoying this one.
Metahuman Files Book Three
New Miami never went below triple digits during the day in summer.
The coastline of Florida was a tangled mess of ocean-swallowed islands, beaches scattered around the waterlogged foundations of long-forgotten housing developments, and dangerously hidden sandbars. The rising water of the oceans generations ago had inundated the Everglades National Park with salt water, creating a small bay that bisected the tip of South Florida. New Miami was located on a thin strip of viable land clinging to the Eastern Seaboard with a stubbornness not even multiple hurricanes a year could wipe out.
More a destination city than one to set down roots in, New Miami was known more now for its clubs and nightlife rather than its beaches. Parties that could be held indoors away from the dangerous midday heat were all the rage. The sun-kissed tan many men and women sported was the work of skin dyes or tanning pools, places offered up by hotels or specialized club-type businesses that filtered the sun’s harmful rays through small retractable biodomes over their outdoor pool areas. The stand-alone businesses charged moderate admittance prices but gouged their guests on the alcohol to help balance out the water taxes they needed to pay. Resorts didn’t have that problem.
Agent Sean Delaney squinted through the plas-glass wall overlooking the outdoor pool area in the Azur Resort. The five-star resort offered a list of amenities catering to a wealthy clientele looking for a good time, ranging from a day at the spa to an all-night pool party hosted by a celebrity DJ. Normally, he wouldn’t be able to afford a single night in a place like this, but his current cover required a particular gloss over the streetwise persona he embodied.
Sean pressed his hand against the floor-to-ceiling window, tapping his fingers against it. While the soundproofing built into the resort was top-notch, and he couldn’t hear the music playing below from his spot on the twenty-first level, he could still feel the faint vibrations of the bass beat. Earlier, when he passed the pool area on his way to the private elevator in the lobby that took guests up to The White Squall restaurant, the music had been impossible to ignore. He’d watched the revelry for a few minutes before moving on, but during that time Sean had heard a familiar song playing. He knew that melody by heart, half humming it under his breath as he waited for his dinner guests to arrive in the private dining room.
Tucking his hands into his pockets, Sean studied the party below with keen brown eyes. The biodome had been retracted for a humid June night while colorful floating lights illuminated the pool area. Guests frolicked in the water when they weren’t waiting for drinks at the bar. Everyone looked like they were having a good time.
Hailey Turner writes m/m Sci-Fi and Paranormal Romance, because who doesn’t like two hot guys falling in love, and is the author of the gritty, sexy Metahuman Files series.