Eli Bell is the only son of a police chief inspector and a forensic scientist. He's grown up wonky in a world that only deals with the straight and narrow -- and his new boyfriend isn't helping. Rob Hawkes is six feet of muscle, tattoos, and arrest warrants. A career criminal and a former guest of Her Majesty's Prison Service, he'd rather hit Eli's parents than sit down to dinner with them. One wrong move, and Rob could destroy Eli -- and his family -- without a second thought. But this isn't what it looks like. Rob's not in control here -- and Eli's the one to blame.

What It Looks Like

“Eli fucking Bell,” a deep voice snarled in his ear, “fancy seeing you here, you fucking bender!” 3


“Danny, let go!” Eli protested. The hands slackened, and he shook them off, only to be spun by the shoulder and bear-hugged from the front instead. “Jesus, and you call me a bender. Get off me before I catch something.”


Danny Hawkes, Rob’s effusive younger brother, beamed. It was all Danny did, in Eli’s experience. He had a huge, stupid smile, chin-length dark hair roughly twisted into the beginnings of dreadlocks, and calculating dark eyes.


“What’cha gonna catch that you reckon Rob ain’t got!” Danny jeered, and Eli called him a twat and smacked him in the shoulder.


Chapter 7