Special Agents for the Department of Diplomatic Security, Taylor MacAllister and Will Brandt have been partners and best friends for three years, but everything changed the night Taylor admitted the truth about his feelings for Will. But it's complicated...
Taylor agreed to a camping trip in the High Sierras—despite the fact that he hates camping—because Will wants a chance to save their partnership. But the trip is a disaster from the first, and things rapidly go from bad to worse when they find a crashed plane and a couple of million dollars in stolen money.
With a trio of murderous robbers trailing them, Will and Taylor are on dangerous ground, fighting for their partnership, their passion...and their lives.
Genre: FICTION / GayQuick, fun reads. First in a six book series. Originally published in 2008. Second edition sales on Amazon exceed $13,000.
The nose of the red and white twin engine Baron 58 was crunched deep into the bottom of the wooded ravine. Mud and debris covered the cockpit windows. One wing had been sheared off when the plane crashed through the surrounding pines, knocking three of them over. The other wing was partially buckled beneath the craft. The tail of the plane had broken off and lay several yards down the ravine.
Taylor mopped his face on the flannel sleeve of his shirt. Ten thousand feet up in the High Sierras, the sun was still plenty warm despite the chill spring air.
Behind him, Will said, “Either the pilot was unfamiliar with the terrain or he didn’t have a lot of experience with mountain flying. Out here, avoiding box canyons is one of the first things you learn.”
“Take a look at this,” Taylor said, and Will made his way to him across the rocky, uneven slope. Taylor pointed to the fuselage. “You see those registration numbers?”
“N81BH.” Will’s blue eyes met Taylor’s. “Now why does that sound so familiar?”
Taylor grinned. “It’s the plane used in that Tahoe casino heist last year.”
Will whistled, long and low.
“Yeah,” agreed Taylor. Just for a moment he let his gaze linger on the other man’s lean, square-jawed features. Will’s hair, brown and shining in the sun, fell boyishly into his eyes. He hadn’t shaved in three days, and the dark stubble gave him a rugged, sexy look—very different from the normal nine to five Will. Not that they exactly worked nine to five at the Bureau of Diplomatic Security.
Will’s gaze held his for a moment, and Taylor looked away, focusing on the plane’s registration numbers again.
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