Setting
His Sights
Fearless, 6
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.**
FEARless series:
Cuffed – FEARless, #1 See REVIEW
Conquer – FEARless, #2
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
BLURB
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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Kai liked when the
team spent their downtime together.
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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Author
Info
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.
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