EM Lynley – Bound for Trouble Tour and Contest

BoundForTroubleFS (427x640)Blurb: Daniel “Deke” Kane is a broken man, facing the end of his career in the FBI. He’s on desk duty after a botched drug raid left the suspects and two children dead. He’s got one chance to prove himself, or the only thing he’ll be investigating is the Help Wanted ads.

Ryan Griffiths has been on the run for ten years. Forced onto the streets when his father kicked him out, Ryan earns his living in other men’s beds. Finding his john dead in a hotel room drives him under the radar until a favorite client gives him a chance at a safe, clean life. But Ryan’s relatively stable new world shatters when Deke Kane catches up with him.

When Deke’s tasked to take down a drug dealer with terrorist ties and a taste for the dark side of BDSM, his only chance to get close is the suspect’s interest in Ryan, and he convinces Ryan to become a confidential informant. In return, Deke offers Ryan immunity from his past. As Ryan falls under the drug lord’s domination, Deke finds himself falling for Ryan.


“Then there’s just one last thing before we can hire you, Ryan….”

Ryan nodded and leaned back in the booth as he took a swig of beer. He spotted Deke watching him out of the corner of his eye. Now Ryan felt self-conscious.

“Hey, Lu!” Luke called to his brother, and Luther came over to the booth. “You seen Ryan dance at the Kiwi?”

“Don’t think so.”

“Would you show Luther?” Luke grinned. “You know he needs to see.”

Ryan grinned as well, but it was harder than he expected. He saw the raw hunger in Luther’s gaze. This was the club’s owner. How would the clientele look at him? This was just the interview. It would only get worse. Could Ryan handle this?

“Sure thing.” He cocked his head and went over to the bar. He swung himself up with a move he’d learned in gymnastics back in high school, a million years ago.

Every eye in the place was on him. He focused on the music and not on the hungry looks and soon his hips were moving with the beat.

* * * *

Deke had been shocked when Ryan hoisted himself onto the bar three feet away and started dancing. Was he crazy? Was he trying to blow Deke’s cover?

But as soon as Ryan slithered out of his leather jacket, Deke realized this little performance was not for him; Ryan was showing off for the owners.

Ryan moved back and forth on the bar, swinging his hips and stopping to touch each man within reach. He tugged one guy’s ear, slipped a finger under another’s collar, and fluffed Deke’s hair playfully when he passed. The brief contact had Deke’s pulse soaring, and he felt electricity jolt through his body, leaving his nipples tingling. Ryan had moved on to the next guy.

Everyone in the place converged on the bar, wanting to get a closer look at Ryan. At the end opposite Deke, he shed his boots and socks. By the time he got to Deke again, he’d peeled off his T-shirt, displaying plump pink nipples. He pinched one, then encouraged a spectator to pinch the other till they were both dark and hard.

Just like Deke. His cock had swelled, and it throbbed with each movement of Ryan’s hips. The cash was already out, and guys were stuffing bills into Ryan’s jeans, down the waistband.

Ryan unbuckled his belt and let someone slide it out of the loops, grinding his hips hypnotically as more cash got stuffed into his pants. He strutted around before coming back to stand in front of Deke. Ryan popped open the top button on his jeans, and Deke couldn’t help staring at his crotch. He glanced upward, noticing the moist sheen of sweat on Ryan’s chest and abs. He wondered how the hard, budded nipples would taste.

Ryan popped another button and motioned to Deke to do the next one. Against his better judgment—which he had apparently left in the car—Deke popped the rest of Ryan’s buttons. Ryan made a well-practiced move that caused the jeans to slip right down his slim hips.

Now Deke was completely riveted. Ryan’s cock was hard, the smooth crown of it pushing above the waistband of his tiny, pink silk bikini briefs. Deke hadn’t seen that many strippers, but none had ever been this hard while dancing.

The room exploded in shouts and whistles, and guys were cramming money down there, getting in a good grope as they did so. Deke bit his own lower lip and shifted in his seat to keep himself from coming as he watched.



EM Lynley, a Rainbow Award winner and EPPIE finalist, has worked in high finance, high tech, and in the wine industry, though she’d rather be writing hot, romantic man-on-man action. She spent 10 years as an economist and financial analyst, including a year as a White House Staff Economist, but only because all the intern positions were filled. Tired of boring herself and others with dry business reports and articles, her creative muse is back and naughtier than ever. She has lived and worked in London, Tokyo and Washington, D.C., but the San Francisco Bay Area is home for now.

She is the author of Sex, Lies & Wedding Bells, the Precious Gems series from Dreamspinner Press, and the Rewriting History series starring a sexy jewel thief, among others.

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Cover Artist:  Paul Richmond

Publisher: Dreamspinner Press

Tour Stops:

6/18: Love Bytes, Rainbow Gold Reviews

6/25: Smoocher’s Voice, Night Owl Reviews

7/2: Fallen Angel Reviews

7/8: The Blogger Girls

7/9: Hearts on Fire

7/16: Prism Book Alliance, The Hat Party

7/23: The Novel Approach

7/30: Amanda C. Stone

8/16: Decadent Delights



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  1. Very awesome cover!

  2. This book is on my TBR list. I am looking forward to it.

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