From Continental Divide, my WIP with the wickedly talented Lisa Worrall. What do you have when you mix one Scotland Yard Inspector, one Phoenix Police Department Detective, and too many missing boys? It's an international affair, to be sure. Remy and Jamie are starting to lay the foundation for their cover story: Jamie, the debauched Lord, whose fall from grace into the world of illicit and illegal sex trade is engineered by his own personal Svengali- played by Remy. The set up at the nightclub is perfect, all the way down to the sexy waiter wearing black pleather pants and suspenders with his washboard abs displayed under a faint sheen oil glistening on his tanning booth skin. Hmm...this is the way it's supposed to go, right?
Jamie accepted the drink and offered a toast, the corner of his mouth quirked up, “Ah, excellent- I assume I owe this to you, Remington, good man.” He turned to face the waiter, “Speaking of delicious…”
“Yes, sir, if you would prefer something…different, just let me know,” the sexy blonde server added, with a wink.
“Does that include you, love?” Jamie asked, licking his lips, his gaze doing the slow crawl and zeroing in on the waiter's bulging crotch.
The server’s smile did bad things to Remy’s stomach. He tossed a bill onto the drink tray and leaned in close so his words wouldn’t be missed, “He’s teasing-you’re too old. Now go away, fuckhead.”
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