Jamie Nolan is a young cop on his first undercover assignment, sent to investigate Dmitri Teplov, a suspected major player in the Russian mafia. Jamie knows better than to get involved with the gorgeous nightclub owner. But right from the start, the spark of attraction between the two of them is undeniable.
Everything about Dmitri is just so unexpected. He"s sweet and shy, and has a nerdy side that Jamie finds irresistible. Can this man really be a criminal"
No matter if Dmitri is guilty or innocent, Jamie"s big Irish Catholic family of cops and his police captain are never going to accept this relationship. Dmitri"s dangerous and manipulative gangster uncle is also none too thrilled that these two are together, and wants Jamie out of the picture. On top of that, Jamie"s still reeling from a recent breakup, and Dmitri is unavailable anyway. Isn"t he"
No way should this thing between them be happening. Getting involved with Dmitri Teplov was never part of the plan. But sometimes, the best plan is the one you make up as you go along.
This book is an erotic gay romance. It contains explicit language, a touch of kink, and lots of steamy sex between two hot guys. FOR ADULT READERS ONLY. Word count: 79,310 (less)Books in Series:Firsts and Forever Series by Alexa LandBooks by Author:Alexa Land Books
"Well hey there, Point Break."
That was the greeting I got from my friend Jess as she stepped out of the clothing store where she worked, hands on her hips as she assessed my outfit.
"Hey yourself," I said, pushing off the vehicle I was leaning against and crossing the sidewalk to give her a hug.
"Did you come here straight from Ocean Beach" Does that explain this particular ensemble""
I was wearing baggy Hawaiian print board shorts, an oversized Santa Cruz Surfboards t-shirt that was maybe three years past its prime, and flip flops. And I told her, "I was surfing Ocean Beach this morning, but I went home and showered and changed before coming to meet you."
Jess raised an eyebrow. "So in other words, this outfit was intentional."
"Yeah, pretty much," I grinned. "So where do you want to go for lunch""
"Because you need a shopping intervention, Jamie. You"re never going to get laid looking like a homeless beach bum."
I rolled my eyes. "Gee, shopping. Tempting, but no. How about Thai""
"Fine," she said with a sigh, then glanced around and asked, "So where"s the Crapmobile""
"In the shop."
"There"s a surprise."
"But they gave me a loaner," I said cheerfully, indicating the beat up Hyundai parked at the curb with a sweeping hand gesture.
"Oh my God. It"s worse than the Crapmobile!"
"At least it runs."
"Why the hell would anyone paint a car that color"" she exclaimed. "Why would anyone paint anything that color"" The loaner car was a really disturbing shade of pea green.
Jess shook her head and pulled a pair of huge Jackie O. sunglasses out of her red handbag, sliding them on as she said, "Ok. I"ve got my disguise. Now I won"t have to worry about being seen in the pea green shit machine."
I laughed at that and held the door open for her as I said, "You"re a total snob. You know that, right""
"I am not. Having taste doesn"t make me a snob."
When eventually we were seated in front of heaping plates of Pad Thai at a little neighborhood restaurant, I announced, "I have some exciting news."
Her big brown eyes lit up hopefully, and Jess exclaimed, "You met a guy."
"Shit." Jess looked like a kewpie doll but swore like a sailor. I loved that about her.
"I"ve been given my first undercover assignment. I start Friday."
Jess wrinkled her brow. "Is it dangerous""
"No more than my usual beat." I"d been a cop for almost three years. Basically, I"d gone into the family business. My dad, granddad, uncle and cousins were all cops, and one of my sisters worked as a dispatcher. It wasn"t as though I"d had a burning desire to go into law enforcement, but I also hadn"t had any better ideas when I got out of school. So I"d succumbed to pressure from my family, and there I was.
"Ok. So what"ll you be doing""
I smiled brightly and said, "I"m infiltrating the Russian mafia."
"You"re shitting me."
"Does that mean you"re going to have to pretend to be Russian, or a mobster, or both""
"Thank God no. Like I could pull that off."
"So, what then""
"I"ll just be posing as a hip, urban club-goer."
"Ok, even that"s going to be a stretch," Jess deadpanned. Then she asked, "Why are you doing that""
"The subject of the investigation owns a nightclub in Cow Hollow."
"Don"t take this the wrong way, Jamie," she said, "but are you actually qualified to do undercover work""
I raised an eyebrow at her. And then I admitted, "No, not really. But it isn"t deep cover or anything, it"s basic recon. I"m just supposed to take a look around the club, see if there"s any obvious drug dealing happening in plain sight. I"m also supposed to strike up a conversation with this club owner guy if possible, see if I can gain any additional intel on him before they send in the big boys."
"Which big boys are those""
"You know. Cops who actually know what the fuck they"re doing."
"Ah. So what"s the name of this guy you"re investigating""
"I don"t think I can tell you. It"s confidential."
"Is it Dmitri Teplov""
I stared at my best friend in amazement. "Now how the hell did you know that""
"He"s sort of famous. You know " rich, good looking, owns one of the hottest nightclubs in San Francisco. He"s the kind of person people talk about."
"I"d never heard of him."
"Yeah, no offense Jamie, but you"ve pretty much been living under a rock," Jess told me before folding a big forkful of rice noodles into her mouth.
She finished chewing and said, "You know you need to get out more. In the last five months, you"ve barely left your apartment. Not that you went out all that much before."
"I"ve left the apartment plenty!"
"Surfing, working, and hanging out with me don"t count."
"Because you"re never going to meet anyone in any of those situations. You need to go to parties, clubs, bars " places where there are actually single gay men."