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 Book one in the Mercenary Love series

When their worlds collide, two men with nothing in common learn that love sometimes does conquer all…well, love and some military training… 

When ex-mercenary Sinclair Alverston spots celebrity chef Callum Turner at a bar, he has no idea how the encounter will completely change his life. Certainly one slim blond with green eyes and a lot of attitude shouldn’t be able to twist Sinclair completely around his finger.

Callum doesn’t know what to think about Sin’s overprotective, domineering behaviour, but the man is hot, so he succumbs to his attraction. When Sinclair tries to take over all aspects of his life, Callum is forced to take a stand and explain to his bossy lover that, although protective instincts are good, obsession will get his ass kicked to the kerb.

However, when a fan turns into a stalker, Callum has no choice but to let his lover take over his security to keep him safe. All he can hope is, in the long run, their relationship will thrive and Callum can continue tempting Sin.



Sin turned to see a red-haired man sliding onto the stool beside him. He’d played with the guy before. His name was Nate, or Ned, or something. He gave the guy a speculative glance, trying to decide if it was better to cut his losses for the night and settle for Mr Get-MeOff-Now, or wait and see if there were better prospects. His mother had always said, ‘You don’t find Mr Right at a skanky bar’. Of course, she’d said that to his sister, but the same rules applied.

He’d almost decided to settle for the offered invitation when a stir in the crowd grabbed his attention. A slim blond walked through a group of dancers, and Sin’s heart flipped in his chest. Although he usually went for men in the six-foot and taller range, there was something sweet and vulnerable about the beautiful man who would only be six feet tall if he stood on a footstool and wore shoes with really thick soles. What he wore instead were black leather boots, a matching black leather jacket, and a pair of jeans so tight Sin discovered a new religion and was ready to worship at its denim-clad altar.

As he stared, the fascinating creature approached the bar and settled several stools down from him. Trying to be unobtrusive, he kept an eye on the new object of his lust as the stranger talked to the bartender. A moment later a cold bottle of water was passed over and money exchanged hands. The man moved with an unconscious grace, and Sin would’ve happily paid money to see him dance. The blond’s sleek, lightly-muscled body and smooth unblemished skin made Sin want to make marks of his own…with his teeth.

“No, thank you,” he said absently to the redhead still waiting for a reply.

His almost-fuck-of-the-night followed Sin’s gaze. “If you’re holding out for Callum, you’re wasting your time,” he said bitterly.

Sin tore his gaze away from the gorgeous blond. “Why? Is he already taken?”

“No. He’s just picky.”

“Excellent. So am I.”

He waved a hand, shooing the other man away. He didn’t have time for jealous twinks, and he didn’t want any company to deter the gorgeous god of his dreams. As if he could sense Sin’s stare, Callum locked gazes with him.

Sin gave Callum a cool nod. He wanted to appear interested, not desperate, despite the fact his cock was banging at his zipper and begging to come out and play.

For the first time in a long while, the thrill of the hunt surged through Sin as the slim blond trailed his fingers across his bottle of water. He could almost hear the debate going through Callum’s head on whether or not to approach him. Deciding a little encouragement might be needed, Sin crooked his finger at his prey. There was no way he was going to let this one get away over a bit of miscommunication. Although he couldn’t see the colour of Callum’s eyes, Sin almost burned from the heat of his stare.

After several moments, Callum smiled and, like a slinky cat, sauntered towards him.

Halfway to Sin, Callum’s eye colour came into focus.


The man who’d caught his eye—and, even rarer, his imagination—had brilliant greenblue eyes, an eye colour Sin had never seen before. Fascinated, he watched Callum approach.

Callum’s heart beat with thundering speed. The sexiest guy in the room was watching at Callum like he had an aching sweet tooth and Callum was made entirely out of candy.

Keeping his steps slow and languorous, he approached the gorgeous stranger while trying to remember all the tips about walking sexy that an ex-stripper had once taught him.

Judging from the heat in the man’s eyes, he was doing everything right.

“Good evening,” he said as Callum reached him.

Callum took a sip of his water to wet his dry throat. “Good evening.”

He stood up, and Callum took a surprised step back. Sitting, he had looked big— standing, he was fucking enormous.

Callum’s modest five-foot-nine frame barely came to the stranger’s shoulder.

“I’m Sinclair Alverston,” he said, holding out his hand. “But everyone calls me Sin.”

Callum took a deep breath before shaking Sin’s hand. He had a piercing gaze that would make a tiger feel like prey. A tingle went through Callum at the skin-to-skin contact.


“Callum Turner,” he said, trying to keep the excited tremor out of his voice. Sin was the sexiest thing he’d seen in a long while, and if the heat of their handshake was any indication, he would be more than willing to follow Callum home.

Sin used their joined hands to yank Callum closer. Leaning over, he spoke directly into his ear. “You are exactly what I’ve been searching for.”

Callum swallowed the moisture flooding his mouth. Now he understood the phrase ‘struck by lightning’. Sexual energy arced between them, racing back and forth across their clasped hands. It took all of Callum’s self-control to resist the urge to drop to his knees and worship the sexy god who’d chosen him for the evening. “People call you Sin?”

“All the time,” Sin purred. “Want to come home with me and I can show you how I live up to the name?”

Callum shook his head. It might be a deal-breaker, but his rule was firm. “I don’t go home with strange guys. You can come to my house, but I don’t go to strangers’ homes. I had a bad experience once.”

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