Uncontrollable Heat [#6] on Pre-Order.

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STORY EXCERPT

Gage Michaels looked at the blue flashing lights illuminating the front of his house, or what appeared to be the front of his house. He wasn’t one-hundred percent sure. He was still too far to get a decent look. Police squad cars, some unmarked, were parked every which way. They blocked the road leading to his street, a gaggle of interested onlookers peered from behind crowd control barriers. Gage rolled down his window and waved to Mrs. Kravitz, his next-door neighbor who monitored the usually calm streets of the neighborhood, not out of a strong sense of community service but because she was a downright busy body. She sidled up to the car, a long brown cigarette clenched between her arthritic, tanned fingers.

“Hey babes,” she greeted, and then took a long drag from off her cigarette. Gage noticed her entire face wrinkle and pucker as she inhaled deeply.

“What’s happening?” he asked. “Bert’s gas grill explode again?”

Mrs. Kravitz chuckled, plumes of smoke exiting though her nostrils. “Drug bust.” She licked her front teeth and made a sucking noise. “I knew those renters where up to no good.”

“Renters?” Gage returned, genuinely perplexed. “We have new renters on our street?”

“Had.” She nodded. “Right by you matter of fact. Not that you’d ever noticed. You’re always at work.”

Gage tore his gaze from Mrs. Kravitz to watch the drama unfold through his windshield full of squashed bugs. He made a mental note to drive through the car wash tomorrow morning before heading into the office.

Office.

His neighbor with the incurable nicotine addiction was right. He was always at work. He even converted his third bedroom into an at home office. But after breaking off his latest disastrous relationship, Gage threw himself into work, swearing off men as long as his libido allowed…which he suspected wouldn’t be too much longer. But what did he expect? Meeting men from off a downloaded app for his smart phone wasn’t the smartest thing he’d ever done. He had discovered good sex with the help of the app, but that was all. No Mr. Right, only Mr. Right Now. He blew out an exasperated breath feeling even more exhausted than his usual level of exhaustion.

Snapping Gage out of his swirling thoughts, Mrs. Kravitz’s hacking cough jarred him back into reality. He stared at the elderly woman wondering if she was going to fall over dead in the street. She recovered with a flurry of her free hand. “Oh look,” she said. “I think the show is over.” Mrs. Kravitz nodded in the direction of an approaching man, his crystal blue eyes piercing the rapidly darkening sky. Gage squinted, his tired eyes registering the snug fit of the officer’s shirt across his ample chest and the even snugger fit of the attractive man’s trousers, displaying a generous package. He swallowed, his own trousers growing tight against his crotch. Gage shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

The cop waved and smiled tightly, his gait confident and purposeful. “It’ll be a few more minutes and you can have your peaceful community back.”

“Peaceful?” Mrs. Kravitz barked. “You call this peaceful? Drug dealers moving in, cops taking over. Ha! Total mayhem if you ask me.” She eyed the police officer and took a slow drag from her cigarette. She paused for only a second. “But if they all look like you, I can stand a little upheaval every once in a while.”