Does Fate offer second chances?

When Jack Horwood visits Nancarrow Mining to discuss a network security job, he doesn’t expect to run into his former CO or for Gareth Flynn to tag along when Jack goes after a pimp.
Because Jack doesn’t hunt pimps because he enjoys it. And Gareth has never been told of Jack’s past.

Jack has carried a torch for Gareth Flynn since he was seventeen, never expecting the man to notice. Can he deal with suddenly having Gareth in his life, while secrets, lies, and the consequences of a daring rescue test their forming bond?

Jack fights best alone, but he can’t walk away now. Not from his new job. Not from the boys they’ve rescued. And not from Gareth Flynn.

Jack has wanted a second chance like people in hell want ice cream. But is it real? Will it work? And most of all… does someone like Jack even deserve to be happy?

 

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An excerpt from Job Hunt:

Easy Morning

Jack hadn’t minded at all, when he woke, to find himself draped over his bed partner as if Gareth were an extra pillow. Neither did he see a reason to change his position. His nose was buried in Gareth’s neck, his arm clasped Gareth’s waist, and their legs tangled in ways Jack found pleasantly suggestive. He breathed as softly and evenly as he knew how and enjoyed the moment.

There was a hint of roughness to Gareth’s jaw, and despite the previous night’s shower, Gareth’s skin held a trace of scent that Jack found irresistible. If asked to define it, he’d call it spicy, even though that didn’t quite do it justice.

It was a dark, rich scent, more alluring than cinnamon and chili spiced chocolate, but somehow containing both these aromas, along with a bitter edge and something that reminded him of well-worn leather.

Jack preferred clean citrus notes for everyday wear, but his stomach muscles clenched every time he caught a hint of that dark spice. He turned his head just slightly and nuzzled his way deeper into the silver hair, for once content to lie in bed and dream.

He was so lost in quiet bliss that he disregarded the warning signs: the slide of a foot along his calf, the tensing of the muscles in Gareth’s abdomen, and the hand that suddenly cupped the back of his head. So when he found himself flipped over and pinned to the mattress with Gareth’s face above his own, he could do little more than gape.

“You sure have the patience of a saint,” Gareth huffed. “How long were you going to pretend that you were asleep?”

“I wasn’t pretending,” Jack protested. “Just enjoying myself.”

He stretched, testing Gareth’s hold. It was firm but not really restrictive. He could get away if he needed to. That realisation soothed the small spike of panic in his chest and turned it into a well of heat. He let a teasing smile curl the corners of his mouth, and he stretched again, more deliberately this time, brushing skin against skin. “I couldn’t make a move, anyway,” he announced on the heels of Gareth’s soft gasp at the contact. “I promised I wouldn’t jump you.”

“See, I would never promise something as stupid as that,” Gareth rumbled before he leaned in to brush their lips together.

“Good for you,” Jack whispered back and concentrated on tracing Gareth’s lips with the tip of his tongue until Gareth pressed in more firmly.

Their kiss was like the entree to an exquisite meal: sweet, promising, and with just enough fire to whet the appetite. Jack soon wanted more. He buried one hand in Gareth’s hair and slid the other across Gareth’s broad back until he felt the muscles shift under warm skin as Gareth moved. Teeth clashed, and tongues tangled as both grew more serious, and Jack didn’t give a damn when a deep moan escaped his throat. Gareth deserved some credit. He’d managed to turn him on to an almost painful degree in no time flat. With barely more than a kiss.

Jack arched up to bring their bodies firmly together and felt Gareth’s arousal press into his hip. Glad for the assurance that this was a two-way street, he shifted and pushed up, rolling them over, thrilled to hear Gareth growl at the sudden separation of their mouths. His teeth grazed a trail along Gareth’s jaw and down his neck.

“Dammit, Jack!”

Gareth gasped and squirmed but didn’t try to get away from Jack’s ministrations. His hands found skin, slipped to Jack’s arse, and pulled him down. Hard. Heat flared through Jack, and he retaliated by nipping on Gareth’s collarbone before moving his attentions to the hollow of Gareth’s throat. Gareth’s fingers painted trails of fire on his skin, and every time he caught a whiff of that spicy scent, something like an electric shock spiked through him.

He raised his head and went for Gareth’s lips again, adding teeth and fire and clear intent. The kiss turned messy, Gareth’s hand tangled in his hair, and Jack was on the verge of losing his train of thought when Tohoshinki’s “I Think U Know” interrupted their heated exchange.

Jack froze. Then he swore. Then he bent over the side of the bed to fish his phone from his trouser pocket, swearing some more when he came up empty on the first couple of tries. Finally, he found the phone and answered.

 

About Jackie Keswick:

Jackie Keswick was born behind the Iron Curtain with itchy feet, a bent for rocks, and a recurring dream of stepping off a bus in the middle of nowhere to go home. She’s worked in a hospital and as the only girl with 52 men on an oil rig, spent a winter in Moscow and a summer in Iceland and finally settled in the country of her dreams with her dream team: a husband, a cat, a tandem, and a laptop.

Jackie writes a mix of suspense, action adventure, fantasy and history, loves stories with layers, plots with twists and characters with hidden depths. She adores friends-to-lovers stories, and tales of unexpected reunions, second chances, and men who write their own rules. She blogs about English history and food, has a thing for green eyes, and is a great believer in making up soundtracks for everything, including her characters and the cat.

And she still hasn’t found the place where the bus stops.

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