Release Blitz: Spark by Sammy Reynolds
Spark | Sammy Reynolds
Savage Heat #1
Release Date: April 7th, 2022
“You’re mine, whether you know it or not.”
Jasper has too many scars to count and even more secrets to bury. His only saving grace is his violent line of work, where broken men like him can thrive. As a mailman for the Road Devils Club, his job is to deliver illicit goods – and tear apart anyone who gets in the way. The relentless schedule is almost enough to distract him from his inner demons. Almost.
But then Maxwell shows up, a captivating wrench thrown into the carefully arranged gears of Jasper’s life. Maxwell is everything Jasper isn’t: sunshiny, clueless, spirited. Not to mention he seems free of the forbidden inclination that plagues Jasper.
The close proximity of their work is suffocating, yet electric. Their days are spent together on the road, their nights in motel rooms, sometimes with only one bed to spare. And the life and death battles in between only serve to bring them closer.
After they share a devastating loss, the comfort they find in each other changes everything. But if they give in to their desires, they would be risking more than ever before.
Is there a way out of this life? Or will they have to hide their spark forever?
Spark is a dark M/M romance set in an alternate timeline where shifters exist, but are an oppressed minority. Prepare yourself for the full gamut of emotions on this twisted road trip, along with sparks that ignite in knotty steam. Each book is a standalone HEA romance, though previous characters appear in later entries as the found family grows.
Trigger warnings can be found here.
Jasper made his way to the door, opened it, and squinted at the brightness outside. Maxwell’s sunny smile was even brighter.
“Hey!” the blond started, pushing away from the railing he was leaning on. “I was just checking on you. You disappeared last night.”
“I was tired.”
“Yeah, you and me both. I went to bed not long after you.”
“What about…” Jasper winced at himself. Was he really going to ask? “What about the girls?”
“Nah, I figured I shouldn’t be fooling around, you know? Gotta stay focused on the job. Like you.”
Like me… Jasper looked off at the sky and insisted, “That’s not necessary. Even Fitzy fools around.”
Maxwell shrugged and followed his gaze up to the clouds. “Yeah, but I don’t want to.”
All the relief Jasper felt only served to reinforce the decision he had made. He shouldn’t be caring this much about what another man got up to in his free time, for fuck’s sake.
“Anyway,” Maxwell continued, lingering awkwardly with his hands in his pockets. He then laughed at himself. “Dude, it’s like I’ve forgotten how to function alone. I don’t know what to do without the work and without the…” He paused. “The company.”
What was he saying? That he missed Jasper after a single night alone? “You’ll figure it out,” Jasper said, managing a flippant tone to cover up his growing confusion.
Maxwell moved closer, right up to the other side of the door frame Jasper was leaning against, and his gaze flitted from Jasper’s eyes to his lips, back to his eyes again. “Okay, I guess I’m being too subtle, so. Can I come in?”
Jasper took a step back, if only to give himself some distance. “No. I was just about to go out.”
“It’ll only be a minute,” Maxwell said, taking advantage of the opening between them and slipping inside, closing the door behind him. He looked around at the sparse interior briefly, gave an appraising nod, then turned to face Jasper again. “I swear I’m usually smoother with chicks. Fuck, okay, I’ll just do it.”
Maxwell closed the distance between them, reaching his hands up to the nape of Jasper’s neck. Jasper stood frozen, and though he knew what was happening, he still couldn’t believe it.
Maxwell’s right hand stroked Jasper’s smooth jaw, his other hand combing up through his hair, then beckoning him to lean down a couple of inches, until they were at the same level. Maxwell’s thumb brushed against Jasper’s lower lip, and he could no longer deny that this was real.
But I had made my decision.
He discovered then that his hands were on Maxwell’s waist, the other man’s body firm and sleek in his grasp. Maxwell moved closer, encouraged by his touch, until Jasper’s back was up against the door. Maxwell brushed Jasper’s lips with his own, light touches, in no rush, his breath warm yet somehow eliciting a chill up Jasper’s neck.
Then Maxwell pressed against him, body, lips, hands all greedy for him, exploring him in ways Jasper had only dreamed of, and for a few moments he let himself be taken.
He considered risking it all.
But what did he have to risk? He was a ghost of a man who had all but died eight years ago. Maxwell was the one with everything to lose.
And though Maxwell might have had a crush, he definitely didn’t feel the spark. He could live without this.
Jasper pushed him away, firmly planting his hands against Maxwell’s chest before saying, “I can’t.”
Maxwell blinked up at him and took a step back, his voice weak. “No? Did I read you all wrong?”
About The Author
I love stories that are gritty and edgy, yet hopeful and full of heart. My love affair with m/m books all started when I happened upon a gay historical romance that had me reading like a fiend and crying like a baby.
Now I’m obsessed and can’t stop thinking up new forbidden romances between hot passionate men, to the point where it’s starting to become a problem. I keep torturing my poor characters and putting them in horrible situations, but they still won’t leave me alone.
So now I’m writing them down to rid myself of these demons so I can finally get some damn sleep!