Hunters for Hire: Cyr’s Revenge (available now at Ellora’s Cave)

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Bounty hunter Smith Knox likes to go it alone. Seven years ago he suffered a knife through the heart when Cyr, his best friend and lover, walked out on him, and he’s determined to never let that happen again. But when his latest assignment to track down a drug-lord drives him straight into Cyr’s arms, he can’t resist the heat that flares between them and hitting the mattress soon becomes their primary target.

For years Cyr dreamed of sharing Smith’s bed again and with their sweat-slick bodies locked together, he can hardly remember the point of their mission. But as a dangerous web of deceit closes in, no amount of blisteringly hot sex with save them. And when Smith discovers Cyr’s lies, their relationship could be over for good.

Two men, a web of deceit, and a past that won’t let go…

“What are you doing here Cyr?”

Ah, that voice. Rich, gravelly, darker than the purest sin. Deeper than before but then again, seven years had passed since he’d last heard it. Seven years of hell.

“You know why I’m here.” Cyr retrieved ID from his pocket. “Amalgamation business.”

Smith folded his arms over his broad chest and his biceps bulged deliciously beneath the stiff cotton of his shirt. One brow rose. “You work for the Amalgamation?”

Cyr couldn’t help but smile at the cynical tone, even though his mouth felt like sawdust after the muscle-action. He held out the badge. “Yeah. We have a job for you.”

“I know. Drake Ivanof. Should be easy enough.”

Cyr’s smile widened, even as his stomach twisted at the sound of that name. “You don’t know Drake.”

Smith opened his mouth as if to say something, then snapped it shut again. His dark eyes left Cyr’s as he moved to one barred-up window and stared down at the street below. “You knew Ulric would send me.”
It was a statement rather than a question. And he was right. Using his telepathy skills, Cyr had put the suggestion very firmly in Ulric’s mind. Send Smith Knox. He’d known it would piss Smith off. But now, being so close to his old love again, he knew the hostility was worth it.

“Are you reading my mind right now?” Smith swiveled on his heel, once again locking Cyr’s eyes with his gaze.

“You’d know.”

“Maybe not.” Smith began to pace, his eyes still burning into Cyr’s. “It’s been a long time. We don’t know each other the way we used to.”

Cyr begged to differ. Sure, time had passed. But he could still read the emotions flashing in Smith’s harsh features. Anger, hurt, lust. All caged beneath a tough exterior.

“Why are we meeting here, anyway?” Smith asked, once again coming to an abrupt halt. “I don’t usually meet the person who’s hiring my services. I just get the job spec, jump in my ship and make sure it gets done.”

“I wanted to show you this place.” Cyr laid a hand on the wooden table and glanced around the massive space. Not too long ago it had been filled with machines, white lab coats, scientists. Now it was practically empty, though the phantom hum of electrical equipment still buzzed in his ears. “Drake used this building in the past. I thought maybe you’d seen him around here.”

“Ulric gave me his picture. I didn’t recognize him.”

Cyr nodded. He’d expected as much. Drake liked to stay out of sight. No doubt he’d only entered and exited this building in the wee hours. At the time, Cyr had been too out of it to have any sense of time or space.

The memories tore down his spine like cold fire, burning his skin and chilling his bones. He straightened his shoulders and blocked the mental images from his mind.

“That’s not the only reason I wanted to meet you.”

Smith lifted his chin again. “Oh?”

“Yeah.” Without focusing on the many reasons he shouldn’t do what he was about to do, Cyr took one long step forward until his face was centimeters from Smith’s. Urgent need flooded his body, taking charge of his mind. He couldn’t hold off. “I was hoping we could…catch up.”