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4 Stars for Gage’s Gift (Kansas City Heat #5) by Jenna Byrnes #MM #Police @Totally_Bound


Title: Gage’s Gift (Kansas City Heat #5)
Author Name: Jenna Byrnes
Publication Date: March 27, 2015


A child is snatched from her home, the one place she should feel safe. Will the KCPD find her before something more sinister happens?

Detective DeMarcus Gage of the KCPD Missing Persons Unit knows that most child abductions are perpetrated by family members or persons known to the child. True ‘stranger’ abductions are rare—and taken very seriously by the police. When eight year old Leticia Braden disappears from her front yard the family is ruled out as suspects but actual leads are few.

Her traumatized parents need all the support they can get, and designate Leticia’s uncle Jack Braden to be their liaison with detectives. When he meets Jack, Gage struggles to keep his mind on the case. The two men share an immediate case of lust, which they fight to keep under control for more reasons than one. Jack’s not out of the closet, and Gage isn’t keen about sneaking around. A relationship beckons, but finding Leticia is their first priority. And as every cop knows, time is not on their side.

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This is book 5 in the Kansas City Heat series but can be read as a stand alone.

DeMarcus Gage is a Detective on the Kansis City Missing Person’s Unit.

Jack Braden is the uncle of a little girl abducted from her street.

When Gage answers the call of a missing 8 year old, and meets the sexy uncle Jack, the attraction is immediate. However the priority is finding the missing little girl.

This might have been a short story but you don’t feel like you are missing out on anything. The author is knowledgeable about police terms. I couldn’t help being impressed with the professional attitude by Detective Gage during the investigation, even with his growing attraction to the Uncle. The uncle, Jack is not out to everyone, and he struggles with that secret. You can feel his anguish.

This story captures your attention with sexy, intense men dealing with a serious situation and resolving it in a timely manner. I would read more in this series!



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Jenna Byrnes could use more cabinet space and more hours in a day. She’d fill the kitchen with gadgets her husband purchases off TV and let him cook for her to his heart’s content. She’d breeze through the days adding hours of sleep, and more time for writing the hot, erotic romance she loves to read.

Jenna thinks everyone deserves a happy ending, and loves to provide as many of those as possible to her gay, lesbian and hetero characters. Her favorite quote, from a pro-gay billboard, is “Be careful who you hate. It may be someone you love.”


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4 Star Review for Three Strikes by Anya Richards – #MM #Police @anyarwrites


Title: Three Strikes
Author Name: Anya Richards
Publication Date & Length: January 1, 2015 – 150 pgs


Two lonely men. One secret affair. Irresistible passion that will push them both to the breaking point, and beyond.

A knife attack left ex-Jamaican Posse member Vincent Williams scarred and also made him re-evaluate his life. He’s out of the gang and also the closet but lonely, yet to meet a man who’s interested in more than a one-and-done, a brief sexual encounter.

Because of his career as a police officer, Sergeant Kyle Pictou is afraid of coming out. Normally he doesn’t get involved with anyone close to home, but something about Vincent compels him to take a chance. It’s just sex, after all. Yet, as desire evolves into friendship and seemingly boundless passion, it’s Kyle who’s left wanting more—though he knows he can’t have it.

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This book is manly. I’ve been searching for a word to describe it. Masculine men living adult lives, full of thoughtfulness, rich histories, and complicated situations. And hard muscles. The sex, plentiful but not overwhelming in this erotic novel, reflects this well.
This book is multicultural. Appropriately so, for once. Black Jamacian Vincent Williams and First Nations Canadian Kyle Pictou are fully realized characters, rooted in their sometimes clashing cultures, as well as deeply Canadian. This book should serve as a model for how to write diversity. It’s neither pandering nor stereotypical.
This book is an excellent length. I only bring it up because I harp on other books for being too long, and for not showing an editor’s touch. This book is stylish and enjoyable to read. Anya Richards, with her 22 books, and my second review, knows what she’s doing. Here’s hoping she’ll keep writing men for us.
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Both his hands are under my shirt, pushing at it, and I lean forward so he can pull it up. We break the kiss just long enough for Vincent to get the shirt off over my head, then he’s kissing me again, his hands on my chest, easing me back into the corner of the couch. Soon I have one leg stretched out on the cushions, the other foot still on the floor, and Vincent crouched between my spread thighs, leaning over me. He’s not rushing, his kisses deep but still slow. Urgency rises in me, and I shove my hands under his shirt in turn, digging my fingers into his muscles, trying to pull him closer. He’s braced his hands on the arm of the sofa, and I can’t budge him. Lifting his head, he smiles, but his eyes have that heavy-lidded look I recognize.

“Take your time,” he says, then sings in a deep, mellow voice, “Take your time, take your time, take your time. No need to hurry.

I want to ask him what song that is, but while he was singing he’d shifted down, so the last note comes out right against my left nipple. And now he’s sucking and nibbling at it, and I can’t think about anything else but his mouth on my body.

Each nipple gets his undivided attention. Then he licks, with long, slow swipes, over my entire stomach, until I think one more touch will make me spontaneously combust. Just when I believe he’ll finally move south, give me some relief, he slides his entire torso against mine, until our faces are aligned.

“Want to take this upstairs, Sarg, or should I go on, and risk both of us falling off the sofa?”

If I thought I had the strength I’d throw him over my shoulder in a fireman’s carry and take him up to the bedroom myself, but all I can manage is to growl, “Upstairs.”

Vincent nods, but doesn’t move, hesitating for a moment. Then he seems to come to a decision, his gaze searching mine as he says, “I want you…”

I shiver. I know what he’s saying, asking. Most men assume I’m a top, probably because of my demeanor, and I usually end up being just that. But I have no problem with the thought of Vincent topping me. In fact, just imagining it makes another jolt of heat fire out through my veins.

“You know I won’t say no.” How could he not know that, when I’m already putty in his hands? “I told you that earlier. Consensual, remember?”

His smile makes my heart stutter. “Just making sure.”

Then he levers himself upright and off the couch, and holds out his hand to give me a boost. I take his hand and he tugs.

Why does it feel like he’s pulling me into something, rather than just up?


After living a checkered past, and despite an avowed disinterest in domesticity, multi-published author Anya Richards settled in Ontario, Canada, with husband, kids and two cats who plot world domination, one food bowl at a time. Having trained the humans around her to recognize the ‘Do Not Disturb’ vibes she gives off when writing, she’s still trying to get the cats to honor her need for space. The suspicion is that they perfectly understand, but choose those moments when she’s most engrossed to once more prove who wears the pants in the house.


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