Maggie Blackbird

Book Hooks is a weekly meme hosted by Marketing for Romance Writers as part of the MFRW Authors Blog. Readers can jump from one author to another who share hooks from their current WIP (work in progress) or any previously published books.

For this week’s edition of Book Hooks, I give you a teaser from my short story Tied Up with a Bow, a m/m contemporary romance, and 50% off for the Christmas holidays.

He’s got the perfect Christmas present for the community’s chief—vengeance wrapped in a shiny box with a red bow on top.

Joseph Slade Indian isn’t angry. He’s pissed. Pissed that the man who threw over his love for glory and money is back, and now leads their Ojibway community as the new chief. Holding the pain deep in his chest, Slade knows how he’ll celebrate the most miserable day of the year—opening a gift of recompense after being dumped by the one man he dared to love.

Gavin Pemmican is full of regret. He knows he made a big mistake leaving Slade for a materialistic dream of power and prestige. No longer the poor bullied misfit but an educated lawyer, he’s ready to put his skills to the biggest case of his life by brazenly challenging Slade in the kangaroo court of sexual torture he’s daring to stick Gavin in—and win back the only man he’s ever loved.

Genre(s):  M/M Contemporary Romance, Holiday Romance, Light BDSM Romance, LGBTQ+, Erotic Romance, First Nations Romance, Native American Romance
Heat Rating: Level 4
Publication Date:  November 29, 2019
Publisher:  eXtasy Books

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The soles of boots squeaked along the floor.

Gavin gripped the edge of the desk. Breaths of air hurled from his throat. Just as he’d planned. Slade was on his way. He’d taken the offering.

Each squeak that grew closer weakened Gavin’s limbs and lightened his head. He licked his lips, stamping down the hiccup threatening to barrel from his mouth.

A tall shadow materialized in the doorway.

Gavin kept his hand on the desk. You’re chief. The boss of the reserve.

A scuffed hiking boot appeared. Then Slade himself, all six feet of him, loomed in the doorway, with his long hair tied back for work, a flannel shirt minus the sleeves draping his rock-solid chest, and threadbare jeans clinging to his thighs.

Saliva filled Gavin’s mouth. If he didn’t get himself under control, he’d start drooling.

Slade’s dark eyes didn’t flicker with warmth. His thick lips didn’t curve into a smile. But he didn’t sneer, either. Or glare.

He kicked the door shut.

Gavin’s cock almost jumped from the sound—and from the strong line of determination on Slade’s jawline.

With one boot heel hitting the floor, Slade began his descent.

Under the sight of his former lover’s—his former hero’s—his former protector’s determined gait of one luxurious thigh moving in front of the other as he came closer, Gavin’s muscles twitched, and his prick pressed hard on his pants.

Slade was close enough for Gavin to smell the feral taste of testosterone he’d always exuded.

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