Audio Tour, Exclusive Excerpt & Giveaway: Resolution by Patricia Logan
Narrated by Michael Dean
Trackers, Book 3
Raven and Miguel are still on a tough recovery case involving a rare pigeon’s blood ruby worth millions of dollars. There’s a very real threat hanging over their heads, and they’re stuck with a client they don’t exactly trust, her attorney whom they suspect is involved in the whole mess, and a man claiming to be a “friend” of the widow who looks more like an extra from a mobster movie.
They’ve had more action in the first few days than they ever wanted to. Opening a new recovery business shouldn’t be this dangerous, but then again, unexpected rogue CIA operatives trying to murder them wasn’t on the cards either. Unfortunately, only three have been caught, leaving at least one more out there, desperate to get his hands on a stolen shipment of gems.
When a moldering body turns up with Raven and Miguel’s names in his pocket, things really start heating up and the bullets start to fly. Making things even more complicated— every single government alphabet agency is getting in each other’s way, and trust is in short supply. Right when it seems there’s no way out, old friends inadvertently give them a clue how to get out of all this mess with their hides intact.
From the mean streets of Los Angeles to the tropical paradise of Grand Cayman, join Raven and Miguel in the exciting conclusion of the Trackers series.
Book Link
Amazon Link
Three things happened at once. The man, who was now following Raven, pointed a gun at my beloved’s back. Raven spotted me just as I whipped my Glock out of my holster and pointed it in my partner’s direction. His expression instantly turned to one of alarm, and I shouted at the top of my lungs. “Get down!” For once, my gorgeous man didn’t hesitate and did exactly as I’d asked. He dropped to his knees just as a shot rang out. The bullet whizzed harmlessly over his head, following a trajectory which would have killed my man instantly had it made contact. Innocent bystanders in the parking lot began screaming, scattering out of the line of fire. The attacker leveled his gun again, pointing at Raven’s back. I fired, missing the center of the man’s chest by several inches, only because I was running. Instead, my bullet hit him in the shoulder, jerking his arm to the side just as he fired again. The shot went wide but I charged at him. I sprinted across the asphalt toward him as he staggered, caught sight of me, and took off running, stumbling several times. “Miguel!” Raven shouted, rising from his knees, the shopping bag forgotten as I ran toward him. “What was—” I didn’t wait for him to finish, shouting as I charged by him. “I’m going after him! Call the police!” “What? I—” I didn’t stop to listen as I caught the man disappearing around the corner of the grocery store as he ran from me. Sheer blood rage filled my body. Someone had tried to kill my lover, and all I wanted to do was catch him. He had a good twenty-five-yard head start, but he was wounded. As I rounded the corner of the building thirty seconds later, I spotted a smear of blood on the white, painted brick. In the back of my mind, I knew turning a blind corner like that was nothing short of stupid. Had my Marine Corps Special Forces training been at the front of my brain as I made the decision, I would have taken more precautions. The second I turned the corner, the brick beside me exploded, hitting me in the face, and momentarily blinding me. I stopped, wiping at my face, trying to clear my vision when another bullet whizzed by my head. I ducked and retreated behind the bricks, dropping to my ass as I evaluated my injuries, thankful as hell when I realized I could see out of both eyes after all. I was waiting for more shots when Raven came charging up to me, instantly dropping into a squat as I heard the squeal of tires on the other side of the wall. I instinctively knew the gunman had jumped into a vehicle and was getting away. “Miguel! Jesus! You’re hurt.” Both hands instantly went to my face as he bent to survey the damage. “I’m fine, Raven. Let me up,” I shouted, wiggling to get off my ass, to continue after the guy. He dropped his hands on both of my shoulders, pushing down with more force than I expected. “Sit there and don’t move, Miguel! Police are on the way.” I peered up at him, noticing for the first time, that the lid of my right eye must have begun swelling, partially impairing my vision. My eyesight was restricted to a slit but I felt absolutely no pain. Adrenaline is a funny thing. The minute it kicks in, the human body feels bulletproof, enabling the fight or flight response in the brain. But the second it’s gone, it’s replaced by extreme exhaustion, as the body tells you to just stop, the danger is gone, it’s okay to relax. “He’s getting away,” I said miserably, reaching up to touch my eye.
Catch up on the series!
Book 1: Nightcrawler
I’ve always been a sucker for a guy with muscles and a handsome face. If that makes me sound shallow, maybe I am. I’ve never had a real relationship, unless you consider the guys in my Marine Corps Recon unit. I had a great relationship with those guys. Yeah, yeah, I know we’re splitting hairs. These days, long after my retirement from active duty, the only kind of relationships I really do now are with fictional characters.
I love to read, and in fact lately, I’ve been frequenting the pages of my favorite blog, Bestreads, to escape my real-life job, one I’m not very well suited for. One reviewer on there—Nightcrawler—absolutely slays me. He always makes me laugh, steering me clear of some of the worst trash out there when I’m not trying to earn money as a bounty hunter. Maybe someday the right man will come along, and he won’t simply be a book boyfriend.
Someday. Lately, I can’t get intrigued by any of the guys I’ve met in bars. Hookups are becoming less and less interesting for me. I’m a reader and of late, I’m also a half decent reviewer. I work exclusively for a blog called Bestreads, working under the name of Nightcrawler and I’m not ashamed to admit, I try to make them funny. In my line of work as a recovery agent for a big insurance company, I’m finding my off hours much more pleasurable. I think about my next review and my next blog post all the time. Whenever I put up a funny two-star review, I dream of the guy who might be at home reading it, but pretty sure the kind of man who reads me, is probably living in his mother’s basement. Still, I’m a romantic at heart. Someday I might just run into him in one of my stories.
Someday.
Book Link
Book 2: Renegade
Though Raven Mathis and Miguel Huerta have recently opened their new recovery business, doing things they used to do on their own, things haven’t been going so well. But some things have gone right. They’ve settled down in Nana’s house and are deeply in love. And they’re getting accustomed to working as partners, but business is slow. But when they get a call asking if they can help recover a valuable pigeon’s blood ruby, they jump at the chance, even though they’re advised to carry guns.
When the man Miguel left for dead in the desert long ago unexpectedly shows up at their first meeting with their new client, the request that they come armed, suddenly becomes a harsh reality. Miguel is in total disbelief as he’s abruptly faced with a ghost who might be out for blood. And when a dark stranger starts making threats, things start spiraling out of control. Miguel hates the fact that Raven is in terrible danger, and how is his former lover involved?
Figuring out how to navigate Miguel’s past may prove harder to overcome than they realize. It’s a lot to ask of Raven. Will their love for each other be enough? The rush to figure out why operatives are targeting them becomes a necessity, and though Miguel hates it, he realizes he may just have to rely on a few new colleagues to help.
He knows one thing, though…killing the man he’d once been in love with, might be the only way to save Raven.
Book Link
International bestselling author Patricia Logan, resides in Los Angeles, California. The author of over 75 books and nearly 65 audios including several #1 bestselling gay romances, lives in a small house with a large family. She loves to write about male heroes and the men who love them. Found families are a particular theme throughout her books. She likes to think that she infuses a wide variety of life’s experiences in every book and please trust her when she says all her books come packed with emotion and unbridled humor.
When she’s not writing her next law enforcement mystery, her next paranormal, or her next BDSM romance, she’s watching her grandchildren grow up way too soon and raising kids who make her proud every day. One of her favorite tasks is coaxing nose kisses from cats who insist on flopping on her keyboard while she types. Married to a wonderful man for nearly 40 years, she counts herself lucky to be surrounded by people who love her and give her stories to tell every day.
Pick up your favorite Patricia Logan Book from Amazon Check out her Audio titles at Audible.com
Email her at [email protected]. She loves to hear from readers more than anything and will respond to all emails.
