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Book Name: Collusion
Author: Eden Winters
Publisher: Rocky
Ridge Books
Cover
Artist: L.C. Chase
Release
Date: Second edition releases June 20, 2015
Series:
Diversion
Book #:
Two
Dead men can’t love.
Former drug trafficker Richmond “Lucky” Lucklighter “died” in the line of duty while working off a ten-year sentence in service to the Southeastern Narcotics Bureau, only to be reborn as Simon “Lucky” Harrison. The newbie he trained, former Marine Bo Schollenberger, is now his partner on (and maybe off) the job. It’s hard to tell when Lucky doesn’t understand relationships or have a clue what any sane human is doing in his bed. Bo’s nice to have around, sure, but there’s none of that picking-out-china-together crap for Lucky.
While fighting PTSD, memories of a horrid childhood, and a prescription drug addiction, Bo is paying for his mistakes. Using his pharmacy license for the good guys provides the sort of education he never got in school. Undercover with his hard-headed partner, Bo learns that not everything is as it seems in the world of pharmaceuticals.
When a prescription drug shortage jeopardizes the patients at Rosario Children’s Cancer Center, it not only pits Bo and Lucky against predatory opportunists, but also each other. How can they tell who the villains are? The bad guys don’t wear black hats, but they might wear white coats.
Former drug trafficker Richmond “Lucky” Lucklighter “died” in the line of duty while working off a ten-year sentence in service to the Southeastern Narcotics Bureau, only to be reborn as Simon “Lucky” Harrison. The newbie he trained, former Marine Bo Schollenberger, is now his partner on (and maybe off) the job. It’s hard to tell when Lucky doesn’t understand relationships or have a clue what any sane human is doing in his bed. Bo’s nice to have around, sure, but there’s none of that picking-out-china-together crap for Lucky.
While fighting PTSD, memories of a horrid childhood, and a prescription drug addiction, Bo is paying for his mistakes. Using his pharmacy license for the good guys provides the sort of education he never got in school. Undercover with his hard-headed partner, Bo learns that not everything is as it seems in the world of pharmaceuticals.
When a prescription drug shortage jeopardizes the patients at Rosario Children’s Cancer Center, it not only pits Bo and Lucky against predatory opportunists, but also each other. How can they tell who the villains are? The bad guys don’t wear black hats, but they might wear white coats.
Pages or Words: 70,000 words
Categories: Crime Fiction, Fiction, Gay Fiction,
M/M Romance, Mystery, Romance, Thriller
Excerpt:
For once the neighbors were fairly quiet. However,
if they started their normal shit tonight, Lucky might have to kill them, or
whip out the badge he kept carefully hidden in his closet, along with the golf
shirt and ball cap emblazoned with the SNB logo.
A few moments later his cell phone chimed with an
answer from Bo. “K. Catching cab.”
Not an overwhelming response, but Lucky would take it.
He shoved dirty dishes into the dishwasher, scooped
clothes off the floor and tossed them into the closet, and put a pot of water
on the stove to make Bo a cup of green tea. A knock counterpointed the steady ba-boom, ba-boom starting up from the
next apartment. Fucking hell! Why couldn’t the assholes be decent neighbors for
one damned night? Lucky opened the door to find Bo slumped against the wall,
shirt wrinkled and hair in an every-follicle-for-itself state of disarray.
“You look like warmed over shit.” Lucky held the
door open, suspicions about a drug relapse igniting anew.
Bo managed a half-hearted smile. “Yeah, it’s good
to see you, too.” He staggered into the apartment and collapsed onto Lucky’s
couch. “God, am I ever tired.”
“Tired? What do you do every day? Sit behind a desk
and talk on the phone?” Catty, yes, but after days of being ignored, Lucky
wasn’t in the mood to play nice.
“I’ve been scrambling since daybreak, tracking down
dead-end leads for someone who might supply us with some drugs.”
Lucky put a finger to his lips. “Shh… keep your
voice down. You’ll get my crackhead neighbors excited shouting the ‘D’ word.”
Bo pinned Lucky a glassy-eyed glare. “I don’t care
who’s living over there, the scary’s on this side of the wall. As I was saying,
I’ve been following leads, trying to locate pharmaceuticals for the
hospital.” He gave Lucky a “happy now?” face.
“What kind of leads? Any of interest?”
Bo dropped
his head back to rest on padded upholstery. “We’ve been
approached by seventeen different wholesalers today, not on the list I gave
you, who’ve offered us stock at ridiculous prices. The first question they ask
is what meds we’re having trouble getting so they can go snatch them up and
sell them to us for enormous markups, the bastards. It’s against company policy
to tell them anything.
“Graham called another meeting with the department
heads for tomorrow. We’re putting in one more plea to let us consider a gray
market broker. We’re pretty fucking desperate.”
“Graham?” And we’re?
“Mr. Danvers, the head buyer.”
Lucky had a file on Graham Danvers, such as it was.
Squeaky clean with a nauseating disposition toward humanitarian awards.
Apparently, he invested a good bit of time and money in local charities. Ava
didn’t seem to like him. The highly vocal pharmacy tech just became Lucky’s new
best friend. “Bo, remember what I told you about getting personally involved
with suspects? You’ve got to remain objective.”
Bo shot to his feet. “Damn it, Lucky! Graham isn’t
a suspect! He’s a pharmacy buyer, for crying out loud. Do you have to be
suspicious of everybody?”
He had to ask? “Yes, I do. It’s in my job
description.”
“Your job description is the same as mine. I read
it, I signed it. There’s nothing in there about mandatory trust issues.” Bo
added under his breath, “Or about being an asshole.”
“Hey, maybe you got a new revision. Take Keith, for
example. ‘Asshole’ was definitely in his.”
Bo pinched the bridge of his nose between his thumb
and forefinger. “Lucky, I work with Graham, and trust me, he’s on the up and
up.”
“Oh my God! You haven’t told him why you’re there,
have you?” Shoving Bo back toward Atlanta seemed more and more likely.
Arms folded across his chest, Bo glowered, the
stance and expression reminding Lucky of himself. “Do you actually believe I’m
an idiot?”
Lucky opened his mouth to reply but Bo cut him off.
“Don’t answer that. But remember, I graduated head of my class at pharmacy
school and served my country in Afghanistan. I’m not a moron and I’d appreciate
it if you didn’t treat me like one.”
After a moment Lucky ventured again, “Did you?”
“Did I what?”
“Tell him why you’re there.”
Throwing his hands up in the air, Bo stomped across
the living room. “No, you suspicious son of a bitch, I didn’t. But I also
believe you’re out of your mind if you consider the man a suspect.” He flopped
back down on the couch with a huff.
Lucky remained standing, leaning against the bar
separating the poor excuse for a kitchen from the poor excuse for a living
room. He studied his partner, cataloguing the telltale signs of burnout. Tired?
Check. Moody? Check. Less sociable? Double check. Some folks weren’t cut out
for handling the type of shit the Southeastern Narcotics Bureau dealt with, and
from day one Lucky had suspected Bo wouldn’t make it. Of course, he’d said the
same about Keith and anyone else who’d stayed long enough for Lucky to learn
their names.
“Are you hungry?” Lucky asked, though at the moment
he didn’t have much in the way of vegetarian cuisine handy, unless he counted
the makings for peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.
“No.” Bo stared out the window at the brick wall of
the next building.
“Can I fix you some green tea?”
A weak, “That’d be nice,” barely reached Lucky’s
ears.
Moseying into the kitchen and going through the
motions of tea preparation allowed Lucky time to mull things over. He
recognized the listlessness, the lack of greeting when he opened the door. Even
to himself, he and Bo appeared to be merely coworkers right now, nothing more.
Losing Bo as a lover hurt like hell, for he alone came close to understanding
what made Lucky tick. Or, lacking understanding, accepted Lucky’s quirks as
part and parcel, never trying to change what made Lucky “Lucky.” Bo only nudged
and manipulated for the greater good, like weaning him off caffeine so he slept
better. Oh, and the whole, “Tell me about yourself, Lucky” thing. Maybe Bo
should have been a shrink instead of a pharmacist.
Plain and simple, the man couldn’t handle the job, though
Lucky couldn’t imagine very many people dealing with sick kids and remaining
unchanged. Before when the pressure reached critical levels, Bo sought comfort
in alprazolam. Had he resorted to self-medicating again?
Watching a man he’d come to care about slowly slide
back into the nightmare of addiction, and a possible jail sentence, was more
than Lucky could bear. He’d do his damnedest, talk to Bo in a better moment,
and only if he couldn’t break through would he fill Walter in.
Not tonight. If Bo allowed him to, tonight Lucky
would hold him, love him one last time before doing what he had to do. Because
if Lucky’s hunch proved right, Bo might never forgive him.
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About the author:
Eden Winters was captivated
young by storytelling, and her earliest memories include spinning tales for the
family’s pets. Her dreams of writing professionally took a sojourn into
non-fiction, with a twelve-year stint in technical documentation.
She began reading GLBT novels as a way to better understand the issues faced by a dear friend and fell in love with the M/M romance genre. During a discussion of a favorite book, a fellow aficionado said, “We could do this, you know.”
Good-bye gears, motors, and other authors’ characters; hello plots and sex scenes. This has resulted in such prize-winning stories as Settling the Score, The Angel of Thirteenth Street, Naked Tails, The Wish, Duet, and Diversion.
Somewhat of a nomad, Eden has visited seven countries so far. She currently calls the southern US home, and many of her stories take place in the rural South. Having successfully raised two children, she now balances the day job with hiking, rafting, spoiling her grandchildren, and stalking the wily falafel or elusive tofu pad Thai at her favorite restaurants. Her musical tastes run from Ambient to Zydeco, and she’s a firm believer that life is better with fur kids and Harley Davidsons.
She began reading GLBT novels as a way to better understand the issues faced by a dear friend and fell in love with the M/M romance genre. During a discussion of a favorite book, a fellow aficionado said, “We could do this, you know.”
Good-bye gears, motors, and other authors’ characters; hello plots and sex scenes. This has resulted in such prize-winning stories as Settling the Score, The Angel of Thirteenth Street, Naked Tails, The Wish, Duet, and Diversion.
Somewhat of a nomad, Eden has visited seven countries so far. She currently calls the southern US home, and many of her stories take place in the rural South. Having successfully raised two children, she now balances the day job with hiking, rafting, spoiling her grandchildren, and stalking the wily falafel or elusive tofu pad Thai at her favorite restaurants. Her musical tastes run from Ambient to Zydeco, and she’s a firm believer that life is better with fur kids and Harley Davidsons.
Where to find the author:
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/EdenWinters
Facebook Author Page: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Eden-Winters/300380906658065?ref=settings
Twitter: https://twitter.com/EdenWinters1
1 comment:
Thank you for the giveaway and I could never choose between Bo or Lucky :)
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