Book Title: Public Enemy, Undercover Lover

Author: Amanda Meuwissen

Publisher: JMS Books LLC

Cover Artist: J.M. Snyder

Release Date: May 23, 2020

Genre/s: Contemporary M/M Romance, BDSM, Interracial, Crime

Trope/s: Enemies to lovers, Redemption arc, Found family, Sexy dad

Themes: Second chances

Length: 60 782 words

It is a standalone book.

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Second chances come in many forms – career changes, criminal reformation, fatherhood, even sex with a former enemy.

 

Blurb

Isaac Ford seeks help from the detective who put him in prison — now security consultant, Andrew Wen — after an unexpected prison break weeks before his release. Despite an almost twenty-year age difference and being on opposite ends of the law, the attraction between them culminates in a one-night stand that teeters Isaac between turning himself in and returning to a life of crime. His decision is made for him when he discovers a young man waiting for him at his safe house — the son he never knew existed.

Months later, Isaac has been reconnecting with his son, Dalton, and started a security consultancy of his own, looking for a fresh start. His past catches up to him, however, when he runs into Andrew at the police station, both seeking information on a new thief. Andrew isn’t happy Isaac left that night or that he’s been encroaching on his business, but the passion between them rekindles as trying to one-up each other turns sexual. Neither plan to let anything more come of their tryst until Andrew finds out about Dalton, who he knew in college, and a theft at Dalton’s job forces Isaac and Andrew to work together.

Dalton playing matchmaker complicates things. What’s worse is how easily Isaac and Andrew keep giving in.

 

 

Isaac kicked his shoes away and stripped the jumpsuit down his legs, leaving him in simple but hugging underwear with the lights of the Christmas tree reflecting new colors off his tattoos.

He was covered almost everywhere below the neck. He’d always liked the contrast of dark ink to his light hair and pale blue eyes.

Andrew’s gaze said he did too.

“Trouble in paradise?”

“Huh?” Andrew blinked at him, as if realizing he’d been staring, and quickly glanced at his phone, while the wine was already half gone in his mug. He frowned at what might have been a text message. “That’s none of your business.”

“Just thought you seemed a little on edge given the time of year.”

“You broke into my house,” Andrew bit back, eyes drifting down Isaac’s body again, which Isaac was taking his time covering with the sweats and T-shirt.

If Andrew was straight, the increasing scarlet to his cheeks said he was at least curious.

“You were the only option available. And I did say thank you.” Isaac made a show of dragging a hand down his chest as he slowly lowered the T-shirt. He wasn’t twenty-five anymore, but the time in prison had tightened his physique nicely. “Unless you’d like me to show my gratitude some other way.”

Andrew took another gulp of wine. “That hard up after eighteen months? Or did your face get you plenty of attention?”

“Are you calling me pretty? How sweet.” Isaac ignored the jab, taking a slow sip from his crystal, because hard up was right; he didn’t bend over for just anyone, not even in lockup.

They both still stood with all the baggage between them littered at Isaac’s feet, as the last of Andrew’s wine tipped down his throat, and he grabbed the bottle from the coffee table.

“Are you going to pick up your mess?”

Isaac did, setting it all in a neat pile in the opposite corner from the Christmas tree with his shoes on top. Andrew had finally settled on the sofa, and Isaac felt his eyes on him the entire time. The wine was keeping Andrew’s cheeks flush, but also loosening his restraint. This was a very dangerous game now, but Isaac did so love to spar when his opponent was worthy.

He joined Andrew on the sofa, right next to him, pushing their boundaries as much as he dared. He had Andrew’s word that his brother would help him get a deal. Andrew was a good sort; he wouldn’t lie. All Isaac had to do was show up at the precinct tomorrow. He might go back to prison, but hopefully only until his release date.

Holding his glass out, Isaac was pleasantly surprised when Andrew brought his forward to clink. “You have good taste.” Isaac nodded to the wine, and then at the nearest bookshelf. “The music surprised me though. Why have records you hate?”

“They were my mother’s too.”

“Did she recently—”

“Five years ago. It’s fine. I like this album better.”

“Not a Duke Ellington fan, or not a jazz fan?”

“This isn’t a social call, Ford.”

“No? And here I thought we had wine at Christmas.” Isaac grinned around his next sip.

“I prefer a singer to be the focus,” Andrew gave in. “Instrumental bores me.”

“Even when it’s talented?”

“Talented noise maybe.”

Isaac clucked his tongue. “You are making it very difficult to keep liking you.”

There was that blush again. “I never get you, Ford. You’re smart, skilled, refined even, but you’ve been a thief all your life. Why?”

“Not admitting I’ve ever stolen more than my conviction implied,” Isaac said with a grin that Andrew rolled his eyes at, “but we don’t all have pleasant suburban upbringings to tout.”

“That’s not fair. You’re just passing the buck for your own choices.”

“You might see it that way. Maybe I just like a challenge.” He caught Andrew’s gaze and slowly cast his eyes downward to show that he was taking in every inch of the former detective lounging on his sofa.

“You couldn’t handle me,” Andrew said with a swallow.

“Is that an offer to try?”

Andrew pounced, barely getting both their glasses safely onto the coffee table before he pinned Isaac back against the cushions. He pressed one palm to his shoulder and the other to the base of his throat as if holding him captive.

The heat in his gaze made Isaac tremble again, rendered immobile beneath him with how hot that show of strength had been, but when he merely kept staring, like he wasn’t sure what to do next, Isaac grasped the hand on his throat and moved it up to wrap around his neck properly.

“Do you want to punish me, Andrew?”

 

 

Amanda Meuwissen is a bisexual and happily married 35-year-old geek. Primarily an M/M romance author with a focus on urban fantasy, she has a Bachelor of Arts in a personally designed Creative Writing major from St. Olaf College and is an avid consumer of fiction through film, prose, and video games. Amanda lives in Minneapolis, MN, with her husband, John, and their cat, Helga.

 

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