Cheating Chance is Out
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Cheating Chance
by James Buchanan
Publisher: Torquere Press
Length: Novel (177 pages / 83500 words)
Price: $5.95
ISBN: 978-1-60370-303-1, 1-60370-303-9
Available file types - html, lit, pdf, prc
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Nick O'Malley is an agent for the Nevada Gaming Commission. He's also a Goth with a hearse he's restoring, and an ex lover he's only just getting over. Brandon Carr is a cop with the Riverside PD. Lucky for him, he's in Vice where his tattoos and biker boy looks serve him well.
The two meet at a Goth convention in
Things aren't all sparks and roses though: the two do live a nine hour drive apart, and
Despite everything, can Brandon and Nick make a go of it?
Taken a chance on these two and find out:
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Review: Mychael Black, popular Torquere author, writes:
Brandon Carr is firmly in the closet. Very firmly. Safely hidden where no one else can see that he has a penchant for men. As a cop for Riverside Police, he knows how to keep his needs and desires tucked away. And up until now, he's managed just fine. Then Nevada Gaming Commission Agent, Nick O'Malley, waltzes into his life and turns
Nick is out and perfectly at home in his skin. He knows what he wants and
Hot cops. Hot sex. Tons of action. What's not to love??
From the first words on the page, it's impossible NOT to become entangled in this story.
If you've never read anything from Buchanan, this is a perfect time (and book) to start. It sets the tone for Buchanan's work: gritty, real, and hot as hell.
Read a Sample:
Nick looked up into a pair of crystal blue eyes. He started, thumping the back of his head on the hood of the Endloader.
“So this is the hearse?”
Nick offered up a thin smile. “Yeah, this is the rust bucket.” As he pushed past
“Whoa, she lives, I’m impressed.”
The driver’s window was down, semi-permanently. It had to be physically pulled into place. “Garage door’s open.” He slung his arm over the door and picked at the rotting weather strip. “Wouldn’t want anyone to see us together.”
“Nicky, what’s up?”
“It’s me, not you.” His boot heel drew a red-brown line from the gas pedal back. “Don’t worry about it.” Probably time to order carpeting through Kanter. Probably should get floor panels first… or maybe fix the window and do weather stripping. Shit, there was still a lot to do. He’d hoped a certain someone could help him with that. That’s what he got for letting his fantasies overstep reality.
Both hands on the door,
“I’ll get over it.” Mouth set hard, his eyes slid toward
“Before I leave on Sunday? Come on tell me.” Silence answered him.
“Yeah, you were having fun.” Nick reverted to staring out the windshield.
“You weren’t?”
“At first.” Nick killed the engine. “When we first got to Purgatory and Miri’s birthday that was fun.”
“And...”
Nick tried not to let the pain show in his eyes. “Then you went to get a drink at the bar. And you stayed at the bar flirting with that girl. I mean, shit, we haven’t seen each other in two months and you ditch me to chase tail... which, as far as I know, you’re not going to do anything with anyway.”
“Nick, I told you I’m not out.”
“Okay. No!” Nick ran his nails across his scalp. “Not out is no public displays of affection. I can’t tell anyone we’re seeing each other. I get it. It’s bad enough, but I understand why.” His hand slammed the steering wheel. “It is not ignoring me for an hour while you grab some bitch’s ass! You wanna cover... I’m seeing someone. Gee, you’re cute, but I can’t get involved now. I’ve really been looking forward to seeing you again, and that just fucking hurt.”
“Listen, Nicky, I didn’t do it to hurt you. I’m sorry. It’s just habit.”
More black flecks found their way to the floor. “You know what really hurt?”
“What?”
“That your first thought wasn’t me... it was protecting your cover in the easiest way possible.”
“I’m sorry, Nicky. I should have handled it better. All I can do is say I’m sorry.”
“I know. I’ll get over it. Like I said it’s my problem.”
Hard silence broke between them for a time. “No, it’s my problem. I really, really like you, Nicky. It’s been a long time since I felt this way about anybody. Hell, I drove four hours across the desert, pulling bugs outta my teeth to see you.” Nick snorted a laugh. “Let’s not go out tonight. Stay home, just you and I. I’ll give you all the attention you need. I want to. I want to be with you.”
“The garage door’s still open.”
“I know.”
He pulled back. “Broken what in?”
“Big ol’ back area…”
“You’re fucking crazy, you know that?” Nick rolled his eyes, sliding back across the bench. “Jake would never have gone for that. He was always after me to sell it and use the money for a down payment on a
It was almost feral how
Already things were beginning to tingle and tighten. “Well, this wasn’t his lifestyle.”
“How the hell did you meet him then?” Strong arms were on either side of Nick’s hips as
“He’s part of the fetish crowd, dress up to party on weekends.” Why the fuck was he talking about Jake? Especially with
Nick’s skin clung to the vinyl against his back. “Querida.” His own hands were tracing the ridges of
“I always wondered about that. Querida.” The way
Nick’s breathing was already heavy. The heat in the garage didn’t help. “For a guy who’s not out you certainly like to have sex in some risky places.” Well, not that risky, they were almost sixty feet back from the street and in a garage. Still, if someone were standing at the end of the drive they’d get a show. “Besides, I didn’t bring anything out with me.”
He twisted the packet in his fingers, sliding his gaze up to meet
“Oh, hell, yeah, baby.” Burning hard kisses stole what little remained of Nick’s resistance. “One of the best types around.”
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