About More Rockhounds
by CB Potts
127 pages / 29600 words
ISBN: 978-1-61040-238-5
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Matt and Parker are getting married! Well, at least they think they are, and things are going well until Parker's past shows up to haunt them in the form of a SWAT team. On the run and in trouble, the two of them head for the mountains, trying to find a way to outrun their problems. From there the action moves to Africa and Sean comes back on the scene to put his own special brand of monkey wrench into matters.
Separated, reunited and forced to hide out deep in the jungle, Matt and Parker face everything from the danger of being discovered and being wanted men, to the very real troubles of poisonous snakes and other wild animals. Can Matt and Parker find a way to survive their latest adventures?
Originally published as the Chaser series More Rockhounds.
Sample
1: Throwing Stones
"Look at you," I purred. "I never thought I'd see the day."
Parker turned away from the mirror and smiled. "What? Me in a tux?" He
spread his arms, letting me get an eyeful of his fine form clad in Armani.
"Man doesn't get married every day."
"No," I replied. "You without a sidearm." I looked him up and down. "It's
like you're naked."
"Not 'til the honeymoon, Rockhound." Parker pulled his suitcoat back a
fraction, so I could see the shadowy bulge of a pistol riding on his hip.
"Wise man is prepared for everything."
"Let's hope so."
We'd done what we could to ensure an uneventful ceremony: kept invitations
to a minimum, picked an out-of-the-way venue, tried to make preparations as
low-key as possible. It should be sufficient -- after all, we weren't
Madonna and Guy Ritchie, or J-Lo and any of her half-dozen suitors.
Just two guys in love, trying to tie the knot.
Still, Parker's preparations were probably for the best. We hadn't yet
managed to achieve what most people call an ordinary day. The minute we
started to establish a routine, something would happen.
Usually this something came in the form of Sean, my ex-boyfriend who was
never all that enthusiastic about me until Parker came into the picture. He
had an unnerving tendency to screw up the most prosaic of days, either by
arriving, guns a-blazing, or by sending packages promising imminent doom for
the pair of us.
That can put a real crimp in your afternoon, let me tell you.
Other times, however, our routine was disrupted in more pleasurable ways.
Stones would call, sometimes from halfway around the world, needing me to
find them. It'd been a mad rush this year: sapphires in Queensland, deep in
the heart of Australia, where we also stumbled across a lovely bit of
boulder opal, and then up to Pakistan for an emerald that would take your
breath away.
Kind of hard to settle down, globetrotting like that, but it's impossible to
resist the stones when they call.
Besides which, going on the hunt kept Parker from getting bored. Life as a
small-town college security guard has its charms, but an abundance of
excitement isn't one of them.
Today, however, we didn't want any excitement, just a simple ceremony
transforming the love Parker and I had found together into something more
formal and permanent. It'd been his idea, but once my Marine suggested it, I
had to admit the idea was very appealing.
And maybe a little excitement wouldn't hurt.