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Hello everyone! This is SA Stovall here giving you a sneak peek at my m/m thriller romance, Vice City, releasing June 20^th (that’s today!)! If you want to win a free e-copy, comment down below answering the question, “What’s your favorite character architype in novels?” (Along with your email address, so I can get in touch with you!)

My favorite architype is the jaded/sarcastic “see it all” type. They’re usually hilarious when paired with “wide-eyed and naïve” characters.

The winner will be determined July 5^th, so keep an eye out for that!

Enjoy the sneak peek!

BLURB

After twenty years as an enforcer for the Vice family mob, Nicholas Pierce shouldn’t bat an eye at seeing a guy get worked over and tossed in the river. But there’s something about the suspected police mole, Miles, that has Pierce second-guessing himself. The kid is just trying to look out for his brother any way he knows how, and the altruistic motive sparks an uncharacteristic act of mercy that involves Pierce taking Miles under his wing. Miles wants to repay Pierce for saving his life. Pierce shouldn’t see him as anything but a convenient hookup… and he sure as hell shouldn’t get involved in Miles’s doomed quest to get his brother out of a rival street gang. He shouldn’t do a lot of things, but life on the streets isn’t about following the rules. Besides, he’s sick of being abused by the Vice family, especially Mr. Vice and his power-hungry goon of a son, who treats his underlings like playthings. So Pierce does the absolute last thing he should do if he wants to keep breathing—he leaves the Vice family in the middle of a turf war.

 

 

“Jayden—” Miles cuts himself off for a long moment and, when he returns to talking, he’s harder to hear. “Please just trust me. Let me take you to Mom. I think she’ll help.”

“I don’t want her help! I don’t want to be here!”

“Can’t you just…. Never mind. We’ll talk about it tomorrow.”

The conversation cuts short, and I can see their cold glares in my mind’s eye. If Jayden were my brother, I probably would have dropped him like a bad habit. I’m surprised Miles gives two shits about what his brother does.

I’m also surprised when Miles walks back into the bathroom, shutting my bedroom and bathroom door behind him.

“You don’t mind if I eat in here, right?” he asks, his voice just above a whisper.

I glance around the dull blue, black, and white of the bathroom. It’s no French table with a candelabrum, but it’s clean enough to eat off. I shrug and motion him in with a weak flick of my wrist. Movement takes a lot out of me. I return to my sedentary bathing.

Miles takes a seat on the floor, right next to the bathtub, his posture slumped. He picks up a plastic-wrapped sandwich and hands it to me. The meat, pale and dubious, is half soaked into the bread itself. I take the food—I’m too hungry not to—and peel back the wrapping. I eat without tasting. It’s better this way.

Miles passes over a bottle of vodka, and I lift an eyebrow.

“Aren’t you too young to purchase this?” I ask.

He shakes his head. “The cashier didn’t ask for my ID.”

I can see that. Miles is wearing my clothes, after all. I bet the owner thought he was one of the Vice family enforcers and didn’t want to risk getting in trouble. Lucky for me, I guess. I undo the top of the bottle and take a powerful swig. The burning is everything I could’ve hoped for. I let it warm my insides as I sink farther into the tub.

We eat in silence. The sandwich disappears long before I want it to. I sigh and take another long drink.

Miles, once finished, leans over the side of the tub and brazenly scans me. I don’t move, but at the same time I know I’m no stud on a magazine cover. I’m pretty sure I’m bruised down half my body, and the blood only gets the water a sick shade of pink. He’s probably just curious.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

“I’ve had worse.”

“Are you in a lot of pain?”

“Take a wild guess.”

“Do you have anything for your injuries?”

I motion with my good eye to the cabinet. Miles slides over and finds my salve—he’s quick with his wits—and grabs a few hand towels while he’s at it. He places them on the side of the tub, but I have no energy to use them. They sit on the edge and the bathroom remains silent.

Miles opens the salve and gobs some out on his fingers. He sits up and gingerly rubs it across the bullet injury on my shoulder, covering the cut with a solid layer. When I offer no protest, he moves to my forearm and repeats the process on the laceration.

This is new. And bold. Then again, Miles just does things without asking, most of which are gutsy to begin with. He slides his thumb across the gash on my face, applying the salve to that injury as well. I stare at him directly, and he gets nervous under my scrutiny. He doesn’t meet my gaze and instead focuses his attention on my body.

Once he’s done with the salve, he rolls up his sleeves and rubs soap on a hand towel. He runs it over my chest, neck, and arms, careful to avoid most wounds. He scrubs my gut, and I grimace—good ol’ Santiago kicked me there—but he pulls away before I have to stop him. Miles continues down to my thighs, taking his time and gently caressing everything sensitive.

I have to admit, it’s erotic as hell. I’ve never had anyone bathe me, or whatever this is. I spread my legs and relax further, content to receive a massage.

BUY LINKS FOR VICE CITY

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S.A. Stovall grew up in California’s central valley with a single mother and little brother. Despite no one in her family having a degree higher than a GED, she put herself through college (earning a BA in History), and then continued on to law school where she obtained her Juris Doctorate.

 

As a child, Stovall’s favorite novel was Island of the Blue Dolphins by Scott O’Dell. The adventure on a deserted island opened her mind to ideas and realities she had never given thought before—and it was the moment Stovall realized that story telling (specifically fiction) became her passion. Anything that told a story, be it a movie, book, video game or comic, she had to experience. Now, as a professor and author, Stovall wants to add her voice to the myriad of stories in the world, and she hopes you enjoy.

You can contact her at the following addresses.

Twitter: @GameOverStation

Website: https://sastovallauthor.com/

If you want to win a free e-copy, comment down below answering the question, “What’s your favorite character architype in novels?” (Along with your email address, so I can get in touch with you!)