So I spoke with my Samhain editor last week and Bound To Break, book 6 of the Men of Honor series is a go!  Most likely it will come out the beginning of December of this year, and it’s Rex and Sawyer’s story.  With a twist.

And no, I won’t tell you what that twist is.  Yet.  But in order to write the proposal, I had to revisit Bound By Honor.  Of all my books, that’s the one I reread the most,  and there’s one line in particular that makes me laugh every time I read it or think about it.  It’s in this excerpt:  

It was gray and cold and pretty damned deserted on the streets because all the smart people were staying inside. Which LC told Paulo, who just scoffed as he pulled the truck into the twenty-four-hour diner.

He followed the detective inside, wondering how to end all this personal-connection shit. Then again, he didn’t want to spend the meal talking about the damned case.

He cursed Damon a million times in his mind and would do so to his friend’s face when he got back to the club.

“What’s LC short for?” Paulo asked after they’d settled into the booth, menus in front of them.

“My name,” LC said, without taking his eyes from the menu.

Paulo snorted. “And everyone thinks Damon’s the asshole.”

“I definitely do,” he muttered and that effectively shut down the conversation for the next few minutes.

But Paulo was a cop. Used to interrogation. Fortunately, LC had been taught to evade and escape such things.

“You’re Irish and Italian. Your parents must’ve had a good fight about your name, huh?” he asked in a direct parody of Paulo’s question.

Paulo just stared at him with those ice-blue eyes. “Something like that.”

“Cops don’t like questions.”

“Not just cops. Anyone who’s trying to hide something,” Paulo said, his tone mild, like he was enjoying the spar…especially because he knew he was winning, each of his statements zinging into LC as surely as if he had a target painted on his forehead.

He hated being this transparent. Usually, nobody gave a shit beyond letting themselves be fucked. Why did he have to find the one freakin’ man who wanted more?

“I’m here, aren’t I?” he asked with an exaggerated exasperation.

“Act like I’m holding you hostage a little more,” Paulo said. “Although, maybe that’s what you’re into.”

A sudden flash of Paulo holding him down, handcuffing him, fucking him, ran through LC’s mind and his cock hardened in his jeans. He shifted and Paulo grinned like he knew and LC couldn’t hate him any more than he did at that moment.