About Never Let Go
Written by Jourdan Lane
35 pages / 12000 words
ISBN: 978-1-60370-738-1, 1-60370-738-7
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Grant and Devon have been best friends -- with benefits, of course -- since college. Grant is a best-selling author of a well-known action/adventure series, but it still doesn't pay well enough for him to live on. Devon is a photographer that works in the porn
business and he's gotten pretty close with many of his subjects. Grant and Devon roomed together in harmony, each putting up with the other's quirks, until Grant developed stronger feelings for Devon.
After a night of passion-fueled love-making, Grant finally tells Devon of his feelings and Devon reciprocates. However, only hours later, Grant walks in on some unknown model showing Devon just how good he is at his craft. Six months later, Grant's trying to find a
job and Devon's still trying to win him back. But Grant is hurt and still sees Devon as the player that he's always been. The two of them will have to get past what happened between them in order to find out what's in store for the future.
Sample
"No, no, no! The green wire, Shane!"
A quick glance at the timer netted fifty seconds left. I blew out a quick breath and traced the leads on the green wire. It wrapped up and through a second bundle of wires and seemed like the right choice, but something was off.
Thirty-two seconds.
I tried to loosen the bundle just enough to make sure that green wire wasn't booby-trapped in some way, but the timer on the bomb beeped. I froze and Jeff waved at the rest of the bomb squad to get the hell out of the building.
Twenty-four seconds… But the timer had stopped.
"It stopped."
"What do you mean it stopped?" Jeff shook his head. "Did you cut it?"
"Didn't touch a fucking thing!"
Adrenaline coursed through my body and I tried to get a grip on my shaking hands. This wasn't right. Timers didn't just stop…unless it was a trick. The timer beeped and flashed fourteen seconds on the screen.
"It's still counting down! Cut the wire, Shane!"
"It's not right!" I found the green wire and was just about to cut it, but it was wired to a red one set deep in the bundle. "Not the one!"
Red was bad.
Red was always bad. I traced wires like mad, knowing that there were mere seconds left. If this bomb went off, it wasn't just this building that it affected. The damned thing was rigged with enough C-4 to take out the entire block -- and then some.
Seven seconds.
Blue!
The blue was clean, clear, and seemed way too obvious. But it was right.
I knew in my gut it was right. And if I'd learned anything in all my
years of this crap, it was to trust my gut. Sweat dripped into my eye,
but I set my clippers, held my breath, and squeezed.
There was a quiet snick and the timer display went black. The system had
been disabled with three seconds left to go. I hadn't had a call this
close in a while and the idea of nearly being blown to bits shook me to
the core.
I looked up at Jeff, shaking my head. "Blue."
"But--"
"Yeah, I know--"
A Tarot card popped up out of the middle of the unit, like some kind of
makeshift jack-in-a-box. I stared at the card, trying to make out the
image. It wasn't a card our serial bomber had used before and I wondered
if he was about to start changing up his pattern.
The screeching of another alarm made my heart slam into my chest. Oh,
God, I'd screwed up. My gut instinct had failed and I had failed. And
now my team and the rest of the people that the police were still trying
to evacuate from the block were going to die.
We were all going to die.
I bolted upright with a gasp and it took me a moment to figure out where
-- and who -- I was. In bed and definitely not Shane. Thank God. I hated
it when my own fictional characters invaded my dreams. But that was the
price of being an author, I supposed.