High Alert | Becca Seymour
Release Date: August 11th, 2021
Cover Art: BookSmith Design
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It’s a tale as old as time.
I’ve crushed on my brother’s best friend since I sprouted hairs on the unmentionables. Once upon a time, he was straight, until he wasn’t… and talk about bad timing.
And when we’re finally at a place for me to make my move, sexy rural firefighter Dan clams up and acts weird and I’m left with pants that are too tight and my heart feeling bruised… but he’s a good friend and I’m grateful he’s in my life.
Because, of course, Dan is a good guy.
Though him being “good” and ridiculously easy on the eyes and possibly the best man I know only makes me want him more.
When we’re thrust into a situation that brings both of us close to danger, it’s hardly the time to be chasing first kisses or finally acting on my crush. But Dan doesn’t seem to mind.
I just know that when the stakes are high and emotions are running wild, sometimes you have to show your hand and go all in.
And that’s exactly what I plan to do.
High Alert was originally a 7,000-word short story in the March 2020 charity anthology “When the Smoke Clears.” It is now a 64,000-word full-length novel, complete with smouldering low-angst loveliness and a group of Aussie men who will capture your hearts.
“Ouch. The fuck?” The elbow in my ribs jerked my attention to Craig. I shot him a glare. “You do that for?”
Silently, Craig lifted his brows high and gave a pointed look at his brother before shuttering his expression when I felt movement to my right. A quick glance in Ross’s direction, and his gaze was on the two of us, a smirk on his lips.
I grinned at him, completely ignoring how Craig had caught me staring at Ross. Not that I could help it. The man had matured in the best of ways.
He wasn’t as lean as he used to be, which I liked a lot. And at weekends, when he was in his rough and tumble clothes of jeans, plaid shirt, and when working at his place, an Akubra on his head, he looked especially fuckable. Much like he wore now, minus the plaid that was hidden by a sweater.
“You’re going to scare the fish,” Ross said.
“Right. Blame your brother for that. He can’t keep his hands to himself.”
Craig grunted. “Whatever. Just like someone can’t keep their eyes to themselves.”
My head whipped in his direction. He simply grinned at me. The arsehole.
“You know that doesn’t make any sense, right?” Ross said, and I smirked at Craig, shooting him the finger.
About The Author
Becca Seymour lives and breathes all things book related. Usually with at least three books being read and two WiPs being written at the same time, life is merrily hectic. She tends to do nothing by halves so happily seeks the craziness and busyness life offers.
Living on her small property in Queensland with her human family as well as her animal family of cows, chooks, and dogs, Becca appreciates the beauty of the world around her and is a believer that love truly is love.
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