Setting His Sights
by BA Tortuga
Date of Publication: July 1st 2016
Publisher: All Romance eBooks
Cover Artist: Erin Dameron Hill
Genre: Gay Romance, Action Adventure
From The Book Junkie Reads . . . Setting His Sights (Fearless, #6) . . .
Action adventure with two hot viral males. Hostage situation had a way of making true feelings come to light. Basic natural instinct kick in and all better watch out. The back and forth between team members was easy going and flowing. Small areas of confusion as to who and what the team was and who they were representing. I still had a fast pace read with action all along the way.
**This ARC was provided via Bewitching Book Tours in exchange for an honest review.**
Cuffed – FEARless, #1 See REVIEW
Conquer – FEARless, #2
One Cold Night – FEARless, #3 See REVIEW
My Soul to Keep – FEARless, #4 See REVIEW
Burning for Your – FEARless, #5
Setting His Sights – FEARless, #6
Out of the Frying Pan – FEARless, #7
Waylaid – FEARless, #8
Trey’s waited long enough to take what he needs.
Trey Jamison leads an elite mercenary team that specializes in snatch and grabs. Things have been going well – well enough that he’s letting himself notice Kai Tanaka, fellow Texan and team long-range sniper.
Kai hasn’t made any secret of his attraction to Trey. But the boss is the boss, and it isn’t until the team gets compromised and Kai is captured during a job that Trey lets himself admit the feelings he has for his captured teammate.
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Oh, he was probably the only one. He knew Jagger hated to sit still for even five seconds, and Cyrus started to look for a fight after about twelve hours of confinement, but being with the team gave him a real sense of belonging. Not only that, but sitting still was his motherfucking job. Sit and wait, then fire.
Maybe because he usually worked alone out in the field. When they were holed up in a temporary headquarters, he got to listen to them all chatter, got to sit and clean his weapons and watch Trey Jamison out of the corner of his eye.
The boss was a beautiful piece of work, all hard muscle and blond hair. Not bulky, no. Just tall and built like a brick shithouse. Those sharp blue eyes missed nothing, except maybe the way Kai admired the man.
Then again, Trey was his team leader, so maybe it was best that he ignored Kai’s longing glances, huh?
“You stroke your dick like you do that weapon?” Danny asked him. Their resident pilot was the living stereotype of an adrenaline junkie helo man. He played the drums on every available surface, and he always seemed to be moving half a second faster than everyone else.
“You don’t really want to know what I do with my dick, do you?” Kai asked, then waggled his tongue at Danny in a lewd fashion.
“Ew. No. Don’t tell.”
“Then don’t ask,” Kai rejoined. They talked trash like that all the time, but Kai had a good idea that Danny knew which way Kai’s gate swung, and Danny had always been decent about it.
“No problem.” Danny flicked at his hair and danced away. “Why are we in a holding pattern again?”
“Trey says our last job is gonna lead to another. We just need intel.”
“I need to go get laid,” Jagger grumbled, arms crossed over his wide chest, chin down. Kai had thought he was asleep. “We should get at least a three-day out of that little crazy thing we just rescued.”
The girl in Mexico had been a piece of work, convinced that some Mexican drug lord was her biological father instead of just someone holding her for ransom because her real daddy was a higher up in the DEA or some shit. Maybe the house on the beach and lots of jewelry had been a good incentive for a rebellious teen. Said drug lord had promised her horses to ride, too.
Maybe all girls really were horse crazy.
“Y’all just need to sit tight.” Trey strode into the room, tossing a basketball at Cyrus. “Or go blow off some steam and get some exercise. But no one leaves the compound.”
“That sucks ass.” Jagger rose, then reached over to snag the ball from Cyrus. “Come on, you. I need to kick some ass if I can’t have some.”
“Who’s the hand-to-hand expert?” Cyrus retorted, chasing Jag out the door.
“Yeah, I think I’ll go with them,” Danny said and wandered outside, whistling a tuneless song.
“Not you?” Trey asked.
“Nah.” Kai indicated his rifle. “There’s always maintenance to do. I’m the one guy you don’t want jamming on you.”
“True enough.” Trey grabbed a clipboard off a peg hanging on the wall and started doing inventory. “Anything you need replaced?”
“Nope.” All he wanted to do was sit and watch Trey. Beautiful bastard. Kai would take that in a heartbeat, bend over, and just let Trey fuck him senseless. Yum. “So, what’s this job look like?”
“I don’t know yet, Kai. I mean, the lead sounds good, and the money is solid. We’re still at the waiting stage, though. Definitely a retrieval. Not Mexico. South America, maybe.”
“Damn.” All that heat and humidity were hell on his rifles. Then again, desert jobs in the Middle East played havoc, too.
“Sucks to be you, huh?” Trey winked, then went back to work. “I just figured there was no sense letting y’all scatter and have to hunt your asses down.”
Kai bit back his reply about how Trey could hunt his ass anytime. Danny might be a good target for sexual jokes, but Trey was not. “I never go that far.”
“Nope. You’re damned boring, man. Still, I like that can depend on you, bro. I appreciate it.”
The little glow of pride he felt probably should have been humiliating. Crumbs to the good puppy. Kai had given up shame for Lent years ago, though, and he grinned with a flush of pleasure. “I like to be available.”
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B.A. Tortuga Texan to the bone and an unrepentant Daddy's Girl, BA Tortuga spends her days with her basset hounds, getting tattooed, texting her sisters, and eating Mexican food. When she's not doing that, she's writing. She spends her days off watching rodeo, knitting, and surfing Pinterest in the name of research. BA's personal saviors include her wife, Julia Talbot, her best friend, Sean Michael, and coffee. Lots of coffee. Really good coffee.
Having written everything from fist-fighting rednecks to hard-core cowboys to werewolves, BA does her damnedest to tell the stories of her heart, which was raised in Northeast Texas, but has heard the call of the high desert and lives in the Sandias. With books ranging from hard-hitting GLBT romance, to fiery menages, to the most traditional of love stories, BA refuses to be pigeon-holed by anyone but the voices in her head.