“How do you feel?” Raul asked. Angelo burrowed closer, his cheek pressed against the soft black cotton of Raul’s T-shirt. “Drunk.”  His...

“I’m very put out that you won’t tell me who keeps texting you,” Kevin said. There was no mistaking the pouting tone to his voice. I...

The pressure of the thick leather collar against the back of Drew’s neck was the only thing keeping him anchored.  His head felt like it...

Summary: Sworn to have their lover’s back, front, or any other side that needs covering. Secret Service agent Kent Sinclair, head of...