Thank you, Love Bytes, for hosting me today!
I do love being able to see older books coming back as a reprint and have to thank Dreamspinner Press once again for giving Unlikely Hero a new home. It’s been spruced up through a new set of edits, though no new material has been added. And it’s got a fantastic new cover!
The best thing of all, though, about having an older book coming back through a new publisher is being able to put it in front of new readers. Because I love Eric and Brock and hope everyone who enjoys books with kids falls in love with these two men and their little girl as well.
And to entice you, there’s an excerpt beneath the blurb.
Sean Michael
smut fixes everything
Blurb:
When his three-year-old daughter is kidnapped, Eric Wilson doesn’t have many options, and time is running out. With nowhere else to turn, he reaches out to his ex, influential businessman Brock Vencenza, whose money and contacts might be able to save Josie.
Brock never got over Eric’s loss, and he’s more than willing to help when Eric needs him most. Together with law enforcement and private security, they embark on a twisting investigation to find the little girl and who wants to hurt her and destroy both men in the process. Under the circumstances, confessing he still has feelings for Eric would be inappropriate, but Brock can’t deny what’s in his heart. He doesn’t know if their love can be rekindled or if he can even protect Eric and Josie. But one thing is certain: Brock’s determined to be the hero in reality that he is in Eric’s eyes.
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Brock patted himself on the back. He hired good fucking people.
Stephanie arranged to have his apartment childproofed and a nanny she trusted hired. She’d spoken to the hospital, knew what was needed for Eric to be able to stay with Brock after release. There would be a little bed for Josie.
Jack had come back with a huge sheaf of legal paperwork, a car seat, and a bag of little-girl clothes and toiletries, along with some puzzle books and a huge, soft robe for Eric. There were flowers and balloons coming from Eric’s coworkers, toys coming from everywhere (those he had rerouted to his place), and his PR manager, Norman Chestnut, was downstairs, dealing with the media angle and keeping his name, so far, out of it.
Brock spoke to the police and to Gordon’s people; there would be a twenty-four-hour guard on his door as well.
Everything sorted, he headed back into Eric’s room.
Eric was sound asleep, Josie clinging to him, sucking her thumb. He wasn’t about to wake them. He figured they’d stay right here until the hospital kicked him and Josie out. Stephanie or the lawyer had dealt with getting Josie checked out of the children’s hospital, so they were good to go on that front.
He turned to go; he should make some more calls, get a bit of work done while he could.
“Bee?”Josie’s voice sounded as he opened the door. “Hung’y. Bee”
He stopped and went back to the bed. “Hey, Josie. If you’re ready to leave, I’ll take you home and we can get food on the way.” Little kids liked McDonald’s, right?
“Kay. Daddy! Daddy, we go home!” She reached down to shake Eric, and Eric whimpered softly.
“Careful, honey. You need to be gentle with Daddy, okay?” He patted Eric’s cheek softly. “Come on, baby, wake up long enough to say goodbye to Josie.”
“Daddy. Daddy, we go home.”
Eric’s eyes fluttered open. “Home? Okay. Okay, Jo. Let’s go.”
Oh shit. “Daddy has to stay here, honey. The doctors want him to stay a few days.”
“No!”That was a stubborn little pout. “Daddy go home!”
“In a few days, honey. Eric, tell her.”He didn’t want a screaming match all the way home.
“Jo. Jo, you go with Bee, hmm? He’ll take you for food. It’ll be like a big-girl sleepover. You and Bee.”
She frowned. “Party?”
“Uh-huh. A party. Like in the Big Lizzie book. A nighttime sleepover.”
He raised his eyebrows. A party. He was having a big-girl party. Good lord.
“Kay, Daddy. Bee!” She pushed up into his arms. “Party! With cakes!”
“I’ll pay you back, Brock. I swear.”
“One way or another you will.†Surprising himself, he leaned over and kissed Eric’s cheek.
Josie giggled, then leaned in and kissed Brock’s cheek. “My turn!”
Brock chuckled. “Okay. Give your daddy a kiss, too.”
Josie happily smacked her lips against Eric’s cheek. “Ni-night, Daddy. Goin’ party with Bee!”
“You have a good time, Jo.”Those bruised eyes smiled at him. “Night, Bee.”
He shook his head. “Night, Eric.”
He headed out with Josie in his arms. Less than twenty-four hours since Eric showed up in his lobby, and his life was upside down. Again.
Damn it.
Best-selling author Sean Michael is a maple leaf loving Canadian who spends hours hiding out in used book stores. With far more ideas than time, Sean keeps several documents open at all times. From romance to fantasy, paranormal and sci-fi, Sean is limited only by the need for sleep and the periodic Beaver Tail.
Sean fantasizes about one day retiring on a secluded island populated entirely by horseshoe crabs after inventing a brain-to-computer dictation system. Until then, Sean will continue to write the old-fashioned way.
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