Retribution Runs Deep
Hector arrives at House Gaeland for a wedding, only to wind up in the middle of an unexpected war between brothers. He finds himself inexplicably drawn to an Outkast with hair as fiery as his temper. The immediate, intense, and mutual attraction stirs up an entirely different set of issues. To be together, August and Hector will need to thwart the most evil of plans and accomplish the most daring of rescues, all before Cirian follows through with his threat to drop August off the side of a cliff.
The people of House Gaeland have endured much, and yet, there is more trouble on the horizon. A birth and a wedding are far too much happiness for the universe to allow, so to level the playing field, the devil must add his cards to the deck. Violence begets violence and Cirian is perfectly willing to take a dagger to his brother, if need be. Will he feel the same if the blood spilled belongs to someone much closer to his heart?
Snapped is the third book in the Opposites series, the series must be read in order. It is an adult, dystopian majorly M/M series that encompasses all manners of relationships (including M/F and F/F). In this world logic is irrelevant, love is key, and things get broken—just ask Aiyan and Kaden.
August followed Hector through the maze of halls, confused and disoriented. Thinking he was being taken back to the room they started out in, August was more than a little bit shocked when he realized they were in the heart of the palace just before they entered a spacious bedroom. Hector reached into one of the bags on the bed, pulling out some clothes before shoving it and the other bags under the bed. He beckoned August into the room with a wave of his hand. “Here, sit, I’m going to get cleaned up.”
Dumbfounded, it took August a minute to comprehend he was being left unattended. “Wait, you’re going to leave me out here, alone? You don’t think I’ll try to escape?”
The expression on Hector’s face was one of amusement. “You won’t.”
“Really?” August folded his arms over his chest, refusing to move away from the door.
Laughing, the infuriating man shook his head before walking into the bathroom and closing the door behind him. August stared at the closed door for a few seconds before crossing the room to sit down on the edge of the large, four-poster bed that took up more than half the space in the room. Running his fingertips over the soft blanket, he closed his eyes and thought about what the material would feel like on his naked skin. Even better—what the sexy man in the shower just on the other side of the door would look like splayed out beneath him. His long, wavy hair fanned out under his head. Those beautiful brown eyes staring up at August, the lips of that fucking tempting mouth opened as Hector gasped for breath while August drove himself into Hector’s body over, and over, and over…
“August?” Hector’s hand on his shoulder caught him off guard, and before he could think about it, August grabbed his hand and stood as he twisted Hector’s arm behind him and pulled him close. He barely flinched, eyeing August with a look that spoke more of need than of pain. “I didn’t mean to startle you,” he whispered, his eyes lowering to stare at August’s mouth.
It would be so easy to lean in and kiss Hector, to feel his lips, to taste him. “What are we doing here, Hector?”
“Waiting.”
“For?” August challenged. God, but he wanted to throw Hector down on the bed and fuck him in the worst way.
Hector stared at him for so long, silently, August didn’t think he was going to answer. “Why are you protecting me, Hector? What do you want from me?”
Reaching up, Hector cupped August’s cheek with one hand and his traitorous eyes drifted closed. His body betrayed him as well, leaning into Hector’s touch. “I think you know, August.”
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A military brat born and raised at Ft. Benning Georgia; TM Smith is an avid reader, reviewer and writer. A Texas transplant, she now calls DFW her home. Most days she can be found curled up with a good book, or ticking away on her next novel.
