Bound For You: Men in Blue, Book 6
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“Why don’t you see for yourself?” He picked her up and carried her into the main area of the hospital. The rest of their bunch followed close behind.
Razor tackle hugged Clint from behind. “Congratulations, Daddy.”
The rest of the guys who could reach took turns slapping him on the back.
“When you’re ready for a break, I’ve got a box of cigars out in the car,” Jeremy told him. “Good ones.”
As they squished themselves into Jambrea’s room, Shari thought about a scene not so different from this one. Ezra had only been days old, Lucas a mess after his amputation. She’d only recently met Jambrea, though she’d known right away they’d be friends for life.
Shari had stumbled into this eclectic blend of people. Friends with a complex web of ties between them. Somehow she’d become one of them.
Grateful and weepy, she couldn’t hold back her happy tears anymore when she spied Jambrea, exhausted yet radiant. She nursed a tiny, perfect human with a pink hat while Clint rocked an equally itty-bitty baby with a blue hat.
“One out of two isn’t bad. Good job, Uncle Matt.” Julie patted his hand, then abandoned him in favor of gawking at her new besties.
Shari laughed and cried at the same time.
She’d never been happier in her life. Each morning she kept shattering her personal best record from the day before.
And she had a feeling that they would continue that streak for many years to come.
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Three SCUBA instructors, who happen to be sexual dominants, are about to take the ultimate plunge. If you’re extraordinarily lucky, you’ll be invited to join them on the Divemaster, where work and pleasure go hand in hand. Welcome aboard!
Archer Banks relishes his carefree lifestyle. Together with friends and fellow divemasters Miguel Torrez and Tosin Ellis, he travels the world, SCUBA diving by day, entertaining lonely female tourists by night. Until his father dies, instantly transforming Archer from a beach bum to a billionaire by shackling him with an enormous, undesired inheritance.
With the help of his family’s longtime butler, Archer is determined to turn his new golden handcuffs into a golden opportunity. He prays Miguel and Tosin will come along for the ride when he repurposes his family’s mega-yacht into a vessel well-suited for both work and hardcore play.
Never in his worst nightmares does he expect their maiden voyage to be such rough sailing. Not only is Archer’s old crush, Waverly Adams, among their passengers, but the men have also stumbled upon a vast sunken treasure—one worth killing for.
Waverly surprises Archer with an alluring naughtiness he never got the chance to experience in their younger days. Busy accepting the challenge she issues his dominant side in the Divemaster’s onboard club every night, he might be distracted and short on sleep. But could he also be blind to more dangerous facets of her personality?
When the divemasters can no longer deny there’s foul play at hand, will Archer be going down with the ship, cursed by his family’s fortune, or will Waverly turn out to be the woman of his most wicked dreams?
SNEAK PEEK - GOING DOWN
Divemasters, Book 1
Prologue
Archer’s ringing cell trampled the tropical night symphony composed of lulling waves, chirping bugs, and rustling palms. He would have fumbled around on the nightstand to silence the racket if an armful of bronzed, slender woman hadn’t stopped him. After rolling the beach bunny off his chest, he settled her quickly yet gently on the edge of his double bed. Refusing to be distracted by her wild, sun-bleached mane, or the way the moonlight steaming in the window highlighted her damn-near-perfect ass, he forced his dick’s attention from the adorable snuffle she surrendered as she burrowed into his lumpy pillow.
Archer turned his back on all that natural beauty. He rebelled against everything in his soul by lunging for one of the only remnants of offensive technology he allowed to intrude in his life. He didn’t have a choice, really, since the hunk of plastic threatened the integrity of his eardrums by refusing to shut the fuck up.
Only one person in the entire world had been programmed with that specific God-awful, completely unnatural racket that now blared from his phone. The man who was instructed only to interrupt his solitude in a life-or-death emergency.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Archer launched himself from the freshly laundered sheets, which smelled of sunshine and salty ocean spray.
“Don’t expect me to rush to that bastard’s side for some kind of deathbed confessional.” Archer figured he maybe should have said hello first. His bitterness rushed out before he could manage anything else.
“No need. He’s gone.” The familiar voice on the other end of the line, thousands of miles away, made Archer more homesick than the news of his own loss. “It was fast. Painless. Though probably traumatizing for the two young ladies your father was attempting to have sex with when the stroke hit.”
“Jesus.” Archer stumbled across the room. He slipped out the sliding glass door that led to a half-rotten deck, barely big enough for two plastic chairs, then down the three stairs to the beach. Naked, he sank onto his knees in the sand. He glanced over his shoulder toward the woman whose name wasn’t nearly as memorable as the way she’d sucked him off before getting him hard again, then riding him with thighs powerful enough to cling to a breaching humpback.
Brittany! That was it. He was almost sure.
Was he turning into everything he’d spent his entire adult life trying to distance himself from? Had his father remembered the names associated with the pussies that had killed him?
Archer’s stomach churned at the thought. Acid seared his esophagus. Just like it had before he’d left that world he’d never belonged in. He hadn’t looked back since.
This was definitely going to be the worst night of Archer’s life.
“Sir?”
He shook his head when the question came softly—kindly, even—from his family’s butler, who’d been more like a true relative than any he shared filthy blue blood with. It was the reason he’d borrowed the guy’s name when he’d fled. “Come on, Banks. You changed my shitty diapers plenty of times. Don’t you think formality’s a little uncalled for? I’ve never been that person. Much to my father’s disappointment—”
“Archer.” A soft chuckle warmed Banks’ tone this time. “That might have been true once. But not always. Over time I think he might have envied your escape. Admired it, though he was too proud to admit such things. Or maybe he respected you too much to go against your wishes and contact you.”
“I highly doubt that.” Archer swallowed hard against the feelings he’d thought he’d buried long ago. He might be a thirty-year-old man, but part of him would always regret that he hadn’t been able to be the son his father wanted.
“Well, this is for certain. He didn’t truly disown you. You were never cut out of his will. In fact, despite your wishes, he left you everything.”
“Everything?”
“His entire holdings. All of it, down to the last cent.” Banks delivered the most devastating news of the night.
Everything Archer had never wanted had finally caught up with him. Golden chains ensnared his wrists and ankles, keeping him from imagining he could ever move freely again. He’d seen firsthand what it took to run an empire.
Just like that, Archer had gone from beach bum to billionaire.
Fuck him, life as he knew it—and loved it—was over.
He scrubbed his hands through his hair and caught sight of the woman he’d left in his bed dressing hurriedly by the light of the wall-mounted lamp before blowing him a kiss and heading for the door.
At least he’d gone out with a hell of a bang.
Literal
ly.
“It’s not exactly a death sentence, Sir.”
“Banks,” he growled.
“I mean…Archie.”
The shock of hearing that long lost nickname, right now, had Archer blinking fiercely. Somehow he didn’t think there was enough salt spray in the air to blame his reaction on that. “It feels like it. I’m proud of who I am these days. I don’t want it. I don’t want to be like him.”
He scrunched his eyes closed. It was as if he were a recovering alcoholic who'd been offered an entire chain of distilleries. Archer knew how easy it would be to be corrupted by unimaginable wealth. It hadn't been easy to sacrifice everything once, but he'd quit superfluous material possessions cold turkey and had never been happier than he was here. With next to nothing.
“So we'll give it away.” Banks’ solution seemed genius. Simple yet complicated at the same time.
“Really? Will you help me?”
“Of course. If that's still what you want, after you've really thought about it some,” Banks promised. “I am the estate’s executor. It will take some time to settle things. Let me see to the legalities, and you start dreaming about who you’d like to help. This fortune can do so much good in the world.”
“I…uh… Okay, thanks.” Archer couldn’t believe this was happening. “Pay yourself. A shit-ton. Ten times whatever you think is an outrageous salary. You deserve a hazard bonus for the decades you’ve put up with my family’s shit. God knows I couldn’t do it. As if that wasn’t obvious when I bailed.”
“I will.” Banks laughed, then said warmly, “For the record, I’m proud of you too. Dream big, Archie.”
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