[Siren Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Contemporary Romance, M/M]
Daimon Burns has one last chance to redeem himself. His undercover assignment is none other than the very flashy and insanely rich, Jefferson Bartel. In no uncertain terms can he fail. If he does, it means his career. Daimon will have to use his sexual arsenal to worm his way into Jefferson's life and bed. According to all reports, his best weapon is between his legs.
Jefferson is a multimillionaire with rumored links to the mob. His tastes run toward handsome, well-built younger men and he goes through his boy toys like a snake sheds its skin. When he sees a rugged dark stranger surfing near his home on the beach, his instincts tell him danger, but his body screams sex!
An accident presents an opportunity for Daimon to find the information he needs to either nail Jefferson Bartel to the cross or redeem him.
What Daimon finds out is more than he bargains for, while his heart opens up to the man that is his assignment. Will Daimon lose his heart to this handsome older man or will it be broken along with his soul?
A Siren Erotic Romance
4 STARS: "Stiff Assignment by Skylar Sinclair was not what I was expecting, but I have to say this book rocks! Ms. Sinclair has created both realistic characters and a feasible storyline, all the while weaving a romantic edge that I have not seen enough of lately. Daimon Burns is every woman's fantasy man, tall, dark and handsome with a HUGE cock; it's unfortunate that we lost him to the guys. I know we can't have `em all. *sigh* He's smart, athletic and an all around good guy. Then there's Jefferson, the older, distinguished, self-made businessman who by all accounts surprised me with his good heart and gentle ways. And we must not forget the sex, whew! When these two come together they don't just burn, they explode! Sinclair has created a wonderfully romantic story that leaves you burning long after you've closed the book. The two characters make an unlikely pair but somehow it just seems to work. Stiff Assignment flows really well; it's fast paced, and grabs the reader's attention right from the start and will keep you turning pages long into the night." -- Stefani Clayton, Just Erotic Romance Reviews
4 STARS: "Skylar Sinclair is a brilliant author. Her blend of sensuality and romance combined perfectly to make Stiff Assignment a perfect spicy read. Ms. Sinclair's characters have an amazing amount of likeability. The strength of her story and the amount of depth she has given to the plot, makes the reader wish for more. I as a reader, look forward to more from this talented author." -- Kimberley, Ecataromance
4 CUPS: "The attraction between the two characters is clearly felt from the beginning page of the book. The emotions she instills in her characters is fascinating and brings life to the story. Ms. Sinclair has shown us once again she knows how to capture a reader and keep them. I would recommend this book to any fan of Ms. Sinclair's and encourage others to read it as well." -- Liadan, Coffee Time Romance
STORY EXCERPT
“You have got to be fucking kidding me.” Daimon slapped the folder down hard on his commanding officer’s desk. “What do you think I am? A whore?”
Chief Aims picked up the folder, walked around his desk, leaned on the edge, and crossed his ankles facing Daimon.
“Son, you are this close to getting kicked out of this special undercover unit.” He emphasized his point by holding up his index finger and thumb in front of his face, showing little room between them. “Not to make fun of you, but you do like dick and you are the best qualified to take on this case.” Setting the folder back in front of Daimon, he pushed away from the desk and sat back down. “Either you pick that damn folder back up and do your job or you get the fuck out of my office. I have work to do. What will it be?”
By his tone and staunch expression, Daimon knew his chief meant business.
“Do I have to sleep with the guy? I mean, exactly how far am I expected to go here in the name of duty?”
“You will go as far as needed. If you have to blow the guy every morning before breakfast, so be it. If you have to grab your ankles and hum God Bless America while he jacks-up your ass, then do it. Have I made myself clear enough for you?”
Daimon couldn’t believe he’d have to do this to keep his job. “You know this is sexual harassment, don’t you?”
“Boy, this is a special unit and there are no rules where we’re concerned. We don’t even exist—get it? Now what will it be? I don’t have time to hold your fucking hand. Either you do it, or you don’t. Your choice. You have to prove yourself worthy of staying in this unit, and I don’t need to remind you why now, do I?”
Slumping back into his chair, Daimon threw open the folder. His jaw clenched in frustration. Freaking-A. How could he have known Keith, the man he met at a fundraising party, was the Mayor’s son? He failed to mention that tiny detail while Daimon plowed his ass like a dirt field. Christ, he was an obvious homosexual. It wasn’t like Daimon turned him gay. Plus, Keith came onto him at that fateful party the Mayor held at his house.
Daimon had moonlighted to earn extra money working security detail for the affair. From the moment their eyes connected across the large expanse of the ballroom, the sizzling attraction between them was instantaneous and brutally sexual. Before the night ended and after the party, they found themselves in the gazebo off from the main house—Daimon with his pants around his ankles, Keith bent over the railing—laboring and pumping in savage thrusts into his hot ass. The guy started wailing, screaming he was cumming. Keith came all right, and so did his father while circling the corner just in time to see his son blow his load and Daimon humping him like a dog in heat.
The look on the Mayor’s face was pure rage, but Daimon was too close to the edge to stop as his own orgasm rushed through him, zinging his nuts like a bolt of lightening.
He cringed every time he thought back on the night, but shit, he was off duty by that time, and the man was well over twenty-one. What a fucking fiasco.
Refocusing and training his eyes back to the white pages inside the folder, he took a good look at the information in the file about the subject he would be getting to know. Real well.
