WhiteOut Conditions | Dara Nelson writing as Kendel Duncan
Black Ops Heroes #10
Publisher: Dare Press
Cover Artist: Dara Nelson / Dan Skinner
Genre/s: Contemporary, gay, romance
Heat Rating: 4 flames
Length: 58060 words/ 361 pages
It is a standalone story but is part of a series.
Release Date: December 30, 2018
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Sometimes all it takes is a glance
One brief moment in time, seemingly insignificant but ultimately life changing
That glimpse through the storm, that shadow, that silhouette, of something you can’t help but feel is something… more, something bigger than just you.
For Deputy US Marshal Vaughn Kepler – a man beaten down by both time and his own demons – it’s a smirk in the mirror, eyes that dance and a mouth that both infuriates and turns him the f*&k on. A mouth belonging to one Caysun Rourke.
The problem? Caysun is supposed to be his witness, the person who will lead Vaughn to his missing brother.
He’s not supposed to be the man that Vaughn desperately wants warming his bed.
But he is.
What the hell is Vaughn supposed to do with that?
For Sylas Thorne, that one glance was in the rearview mirror of his car.
When he caught sight of the sexiest man he’d ever seen.
A man who gave ‘objects in the mirror are larger than they appear’ an entirely new meaning.
But Sylas didn’t do… people.
His severe anxiety had kept him hidden away from the world for as long as he could remember.
He was the man, the voice, behind the computer screen. Anonymous.
Just the way he liked it.
Or he did, anyways.
How could he ever hope to gain the love of anyone, let alone the handsome man staring at him with the gorgeous light green eyes?
Yet with just a glance, this man-made Sylas want to be a man worthy of one Grainger Peele.
He wanted to face his fears and say ‘eff you’ to them.
But it wasn’t like he could snap his fingers and make his crippling anxiety disappear. If he could, he would’ve done that years ago.
Now the only question that remained was: Could a man like Grainger ever love such mess like him?
When conditions are fierce, when you can barely see your hand in front of your face – is that one glimpse, that fleeting glance, enough to carry you through the storm to the end?
This is the 10th instalment in the world of the Black Ops Heroes – strong yet vulnerable men who are stubborn and loyal, caring and fierce, and who, when they love, they love with their whole damn hearts.
While this book is a standalone, it is recommended that you read the other books in the series to meet and fall in love with all of the men in this amazing world.
Sylas’s fingers shook as he brought his hands up to grip the top of his steering wheel. He was trying to stop himself from restarting his car, backing out of the parking space and going home.
Home was safe.
Home was dark.
Home was… lonely.
That’s why he was here, right?
He’d been seeing Cece for eight months now. At first, she’d come to his place, then they started doing Skype sessions as she tried to convince him to venture to her office for their chats, as she called them.
Today was the first time in almost a year that he’d actually left the house.
Panic had his forehead sweating, his pulse pounding. His head started to shake side to side, “Nope. Can’t do it,” he mumbled.
He shifted in his seat to turn the key in the ignition when something in his rearview mirror caught his eye. Something big, like fucking huge. He had no clue what the face looked like that was attached to the body walking towards his car but, at the moment he really didn’t care.
“Damn,” he mumbled as he watched that deep blue pinstripe suit sauntering closer. The suit jacket was unbuttoned, giving Sylas teasing glimpses of the firm torso barely hidden beneath the white button-up shirt. The thighs bulged with every step the man took. Those thick legs were spread slightly and as Sylas’ eyes dropped a bit, he could see why.
“Holy fuck,” he whispered as he saw the outline of a thick, long cock bouncing from side to side on the man’s left thigh, like the arm of a metronome. No wonder the guy had to spread his legs. And he was commando. Damn. If his cock was that big it probably meant he had some big, ripe juicy balls that he was forced to make room for too.
Suddenly being out in public didn’t seem so bad.
The man stopped next to Sylas’ car, with that bulge perfectly framed in Sylas’ mirror.
As Sylas touched the button to lower his window, his brain to mouth filter disappeared. “I know it says objects in mirror are larger than they appear but damn, dude,” he said.
The man chuckled, a deep, sexy sound that flowed over Sylas like liquid chocolate. “You here to see Dr Peele?”
“I think so?” he mumbled, his nerves re-appearing despite the hunk of man standing next to him.
The man pulled a phone out of his pocket and brought it to his ear, “Hey, Brenda. Are there any patients in the waiting room? No? Good. Tell Cece her next appointment will be up shortly.”
The man returned his phone to his pocket.
“The only thing standing between you and her is that door and a receptionist,” the man said.
Sylas stared at the office door.
Could he do this?
“I promise things will feel better, Quattro.”
Sylas frowned, “Quattro?”
“Don’t know your name so I went with the car you’re in.”
Sylas smirked as he glanced into his rearview mirror again to see the sleek, black, powerful car parked behind him that blue suit had emerged from. “Well, to be honest, there are three things standing in my way.”
“Yep. That door, a receptionist,” he said as he pointed his finger over his steering wheel, “And your ginormous package, Mustang.”
The guy snorted a laugh that Sylas found completely adorable…and hot as fuck. Mustang took a step back so Sylas could open his door – which he did, surprising even himself.
He stood to his feet turned around and dragged his eyes slowly up blue suit guy’s body until, yep, that was a gasp, because staring back at him with a grin on his face, with perfect white teeth, and dark, sexy stubble covering his chin and perfect jaw, high cheekbones with lickable dimples, strong eyebrows and light green eyes that were full of mischief and… understanding – was easily the most beautiful man that Sylas Thorne had ever seen.
About the Author
I did not choose to write… writing chose me
I was born and raised in the Bay Area of Northern California but have made my home in the Pacific Northwest for the last two decades. My husband & I live on a small farm surrounded by chickens, goats, rabbits, a turkey, 5 dogs and a cat, in the shadow of stunning Mt Rainier.
With my grown children and grandchildren nearby, my life is always busy, happy and full of laughter.
I am an active Blogger, having created Love Unchained Book Reviews out of my love for all things reading – mostly MM books.
Owner of Dare Press – Offering quality, affordable services for indie authors, including:
Editing, Publishing, Book Cover Design
NY Literary Magazine Best Story Award 2017 Nominee
When I’m not on the phone with my best friend (which is at least once every day) – I am an avid, addicted reader. It is my passion, my escape, my joy
And I am most definitely a writer. The characters in my head are constantly demanding that their story be told.
But above all that – I am a human being. My passion for people is unparalleled, my firm belief in Love is Love unwavering, my hope that all can be accepted, undying. I do not write because I want to, I do it because I have to. I write because these voices, these beautiful men, have chosen me to tell their stories – and how damn lucky am I for that?
As an author, I write under both my name and my pen name (Kendel Duncan), with total transparency and honesty.
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