Returning to the Speed series and looking at Bad Boys Of Romance, I’d like to introduce you to Luke Struthers – if you haven’t already met him.

Luke is Speed‘s indispensable band manager. He’s also Zachary Pace/Jonah Speed’s closest friend and Seth Pace/Jordan Speed’s sometimes lover.

Luke comes from bad blood. Real bad. And he has no doubt he’s just as bad as the mean bastard who fathered him. Which leaves him struggling with his feelings for Seth. Because much as Luke wants to be with him, he knows he’ll only be trouble.

Why don’t you decide if Luke’s a bad boy…

COLORS OF LOVE: The blurb

Their true colors are hidden?until one woman turns everything upside down.

Speed, Book 2

Seth Pace, guitarist of the rock band Speed, is a born dreamer, and nothing stands in his way of making those dreams a reality. Except when it comes to band manager Luke Struthers. He?s everything Seth wants in a partner, but even after five years of perfectly explosive sex, Luke refuses to commit.

After a childhood ravaged by abuse, Luke knows he?s a potential danger to anyone foolish enough to love him. Seth is safer without him, but Luke has no idea how to cut him loose painlessly. Until he spots Seth?s kind of woman?pretty, smart, friendly. The plan: seduce her into a sexy threesome, then leave the two alone to fall in love. Problem solved.

A night of excitement with the two hottest men on the planet? Yeah, baby! Yet Kaz?s inborn ability to read auras tells her something isn?t right. It?s obvious Seth and Luke are madly in love, but subtle clues in Luke?s aura signal he?s up to something. She?s not sure what, but if she doesn?t do something quick, the two men she?s quickly come to adore will wind up without the happily ever after they both deserve.

Warning: One man + one man + one woman = a whole lot of steamy two-way and three-way M/M & M/M/F sex, a hero or two to drool over, and a heroine who recognizes true love when she sees it.

COLORS OF LOVE: An Excerpt

?Don?t make this about me.?

?It?s always about you, Luke. It has been since I was fifteen years old.? Seth stood with a feline grace, his lean legs closing the distance between them in six loping strides, and poked Luke in the chest. ?You?ve been my dream since the Christmas you came home from school with Zachary.?

Shit, the kid and his dreams. They might have been the birth of all things Speed, but for sure, they?d be the death of Luke. Seth spent his days lost in thought, lost in all the wonderful, magical possibilities of what could be. He imagined the ideal and then set about making it a reality. It was Seth who?d sat him, Nathan and Zachary down one evening and told them it was time to stop fucking around. Time to start dreaming big. To reach for the stars. Seth who?d described his vision for Speed and looked to his brothers and Luke to make it happen.

Luke pushed his hand away firmly, conscious that his chest tingled where Seth had poked it. ?I was never your dream, kid. I was just a childhood fantasy. Your big brother?s friend. The one who understood you, appreciated your unique needs. The one you could identify with. That?s all.?

?Bullshit.? Seth?s hand was back on his chest, this time holding a handful of Luke?s shirt. ?Fantasies aren?t real, but dreams can always be realized, no matter how big they are. And you were my biggest dream of all. You still are.?

He?d stepped closer, and the lemony tang of his aftershave slipped into Luke?s consciousness. Seth was barely old enough to shave. No reason he should be wearing the damn stuff. Especially not when the scent made Luke hard as a rock.

Goddamn it. He was no good for Seth. No good at all. Couldn?t Seth sense that about him? Luke would taint his dreams and sour his fantasies. He?d take all that was good about him and blacken it with his dark heart, his volatile moods and his rotten genes.

He had to let go, had to push Seth away before he hurt him emotionally and physically?just like his father had hurt his mother. And him.

?Step back, Seth. We?re not doing this now.?

Seth looked at him with heavy-lidded eyes. Eyes that brimmed with desire. ?Not doing what, exactly??

?Not doing the getting-naked thing. We?re talking song lyrics, that?s it.? It would help a whole hell of a lot if he actually believed what he?d just said. But he?d never stood a chance against that look of Seth?s.

He was far too pretty for his own good. With his perpetual unshaven cheeks and low-slung jeans?which covered a prime, male ass?he was, quite simply put, beautiful. And when the beautiful kid looked at Luke with his eyes at half-mast and his face an open book of intent, Luke knew he was in big trouble.

His cock stiffened, making him squirm in discomfort.

Seth read his reactions all too easily. His gaze dropped to Luke?s groin, and he smiled.

Fuck. ?Okay, so apparently we?re not talking lyrics anymore.? Luke sighed. ?Go to bed, Seth. It?s way past your bedtime, and you have a concert in less than?? He glanced over at the clock on the DVD player. ?Eighteen hours.?

Seth?s hand dropped to Luke?s waist. He gripped his belt. ?Go to bed with me, Lucas. We can realize my dreams together. We can write a whole new set of lyrics together.?

Luke tried to regulate his breathing, tried to steel himself against his persistent craving for Seth. He shook his head. ?I can?t help you change the words. I can?t give you what you need. You know that.?

?That?s what you always say, and then you kiss me, and suddenly I have everything I?ve ever needed, ever wanted, pressed against my lips.? Seth looked so deeply into Luke?s eyes, it took a second for Luke to realize his fingers had moved again. Now both of his hands were on Luke?s stomach, exploring beneath his T-shirt, making their way upwards, finding his nipples.

Luke tried to keep his distance. Tried not to give in to Seth?s words or his scent or his proximity. Holy fuck, he tried. But?Jesus, Seth knew how sensitive his nipples were.

Shivers tore up his spine.

Maybe aggression would work better. It always had for his old man. A good backhand across the cheek or a fast jab to the stomach and his father got whatever he wanted. ?Seth??

Fuck! Not so easy to speak between gritted teeth. He gave up trying and shoved Seth instead. Shoved him hard.

Or he attempted to, anyway. But the second his hands found Seth, instead of shoving, they grabbed, tightening around his shoulders and hauling him closer.

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Colors Of Love is available now from your favorite online bookstore: Samhain, Kindle or Nook