EM Lynley’s Bound For Trouble
I’m so excited to have EM Lynley back on my blog today. Her newest release Bound For Trouble is out and I can’t wait to read it. Y’all know how I am with BDSM in my books and this is one is bound to be a good one. If you missed when EM was on my blog previously, you can read her guest post here. Today I will be sharing an excerpt from the book that you can’t read anywhere else. Be sure to read it because it’ll make you want to buy the book! At the very bottom you have a chance to enter for a $15 Dreamspinner Press gift card.
Daniel “Deke” Kane is a broken man, facing the end of his career in the FBI. He’s on desk duty after a botched drug raid left the suspects and two children dead. He’s got one chance to prove himself, or the only thing he’ll be investigating is the Help Wanted ads.
Ryan Griffiths has been on the run for ten years. Forced onto the streets when his father kicked him out, Ryan earns his living in other men’s beds. Finding his john dead in a hotel room drives him under the radar until a favorite client gives him a chance at a safe, clean life. But Ryan’s relatively stable new world shatters when Deke Kane catches up with him.
When Deke’s tasked to take down a drug dealer with terrorist ties and a taste for the dark side of BDSM, his only chance to get close is the suspect’s interest in Ryan, and he convinces Ryan to become a confidential informant. In return, Deke offers Ryan immunity from his past. As Ryan falls under the drug lord’s domination, Deke finds himself falling for Ryan.
Deke Kane glanced into the interview room through the small window in the door. The guy who’d been brought in—Ryan Griffiths—had his back to Deke. He’d been in the room less than ten minutes, but his shoulders already had the forward hunch that meant he was getting worried, probably wondering whether or not he should have come in to “help with an inquiry.”
Deke flipped open the file with the basic information he’d collected earlier. Not much, but intriguing. It would be the basis of an interesting interview. He watched as the guy tapped his fingertips on the tabletop as if he were playing an invisible piano.
Griffiths was quite a looker. Not just hot in his own right, he matched the kind of men Petrov had been seen with recently. Deke kept that in the back of his mind as he evaluated the information in Ryan Griffiths’ file. If Deke played this right and got his way, tempting Petrov with Ryan Griffiths would be like giving candy to a baby.
The usual technique would be to sweat the guy for a while.
Deke figured another twenty minutes would do it. He went into the observation room, sat, and checked his quarry out through the one-way glass.
Griffiths was wearing a pale-green polo shirt that hugged his upper body in all the right places. Glancing under the table, Deke noticed he was wearing shorts. He’d get a better look soon, but for now, he would enjoy the view.
Oh yeah, Deke wouldn’t mind some of this candy himself. He unhooked from the case for a minute and imagined how Ryan Griffiths would look naked, spread out on the interrogation-room table. Deke’s cock thickened, and his pants felt far too tight. Well, it never hurt to look. He’d heard plenty of comments from his colleagues when they had hot women in the room. What would Serah say if she knew how attracted Deke was to Ryan Griffiths?
The thought that it would end her constant flirtation made him chuckle.
In Interrogation, Ryan glanced around the room, eyes widening. His heart rate had probably accelerated. Good. He was really worried now. And he well should be. Deke had a folder full of trouble. Ryan couldn’t have cleaned up his act that much, could he?
He’d find out soon enough.
He was just about to head into Interrogation when Serah entered the observation room.
“How long’s he been in there?”
“Ten, fifteen minutes.”
“Leave him another fifteen. Let him sweat a little. Not ready.”
Ready. Oh yes, but for what? “You don’t want him pissing himself, do you?”
So much was riding on this case for him. He didn’t want to fuck it up. Griffiths had come in voluntarily, and if they treated him like a criminal, they might lose his cooperation.
“Fine. Put your comm in and make sure you listen, or I’ll be in there so fast you won’t even see me move.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He gave her a salute and headed into Interrogation.
Ryan Griffiths spun around in his chair when Deke opened the door. He had that Bambi-in-the-headlights look. Big brown doe eyes and his mouth in a perfect O-shape that had Deke thinking about anything but asking questions. He tore his gaze away from the plump lips and looked at a spot just past Ryan’s shoulder.
“I’m Special Agent Deke Kane.” It had been a while since he was able to introduce himself that way, and he hoped this wouldn’t be the last time he said those words. “Thanks for coming in today. Sorry to keep you waiting.”
Ryan fluttered his eyelashes and licked his bottom lip. “Ryan Griffiths.” He reached out to shake Deke’s hand.
The gesture threw Deke off guard. People didn’t shake his hand in Interrogation, but Ryan Griffiths wasn’t typical of the people who passed through this room. Deke grasped Ryan’s hand, warmth and electricity surging between them. Had Ryan felt it too? Deke felt the urge to hold on but broke the contact—a fraction of a second later than he should have.
Ryan Griffiths was like a loaded weapon staring at him. He was even more gorgeous close up. This was going to be a long interview if Deke couldn’t get his shit together.
“You gonna stare at the guy all day or question him?” Serah’s voice boomed directly into his brain.
Deke sat down across from Ryan. “We were hoping you might have some information that could help with an investigation.”
“I wondered what took so long for someone to follow up on my report.” Ryan had calmed down, but now Deke felt the tension increasing.
If he thought he was going to have the upper hand with Ryan Griffiths, he’d been wrong. Deke glanced toward the mirror, wondering if Serah knew what Griffiths was talking about.
“Why don’t you tell me what you’ve got?”
“I’m not sure if it means anything. I don’t want to waste anyone’s time.”
“Don’t worry about that just yet.”
Ryan shifted his weight. “Is this confidential? I mean, who’s going to hear what I tell you?”
No one unless you actually tell me something. “Just Bureau agents. Why?”
“I, uh… just don’t want this to get back to me.
EM Lynley, a Rainbow Award winner and EPPIE finalist, has worked in high finance, high tech, and in the wine industry, though she’d rather be writing hot, romantic man-on-man action. She spent 10 years as an economist and financial analyst, including a year as a White House Staff Economist, but only because all the intern positions were filled. Tired of boring herself and others with dry business reports and articles, her creative muse is back and naughtier than ever. She has lived and worked in London, Tokyo and Washington, D.C., but the San Francisco Bay Area is home for now.
She is the author of Sex, Lies & Wedding Bells, the Precious Gems series from Dreamspinner Press, and the Rewriting History series starring a sexy jewel thief, among others.
Dreamspinner Press: http://www.
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