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

“Yeah, yeah,” Rob grunted, then smirked over the top of the toast. “Mornin’, Lou.”


Eli winced. Sure enough, Mum stood in the kitchen doorway, clutching her dressing gown around herself and staring wide-eyed at Rob like she’d never seen him in her life. Which Eli supposed was semi-true—at least Rob had been wearing clothes every other time.


“Mum,” he squeaked. “You’re up early!”


“Yes,” she said slowly. “Nice to…nice to see you, Rob, dear. When…when did you get here?”


“Uh-huh. While you were having dinner.”


“I let him in,” Eli snapped firmly. “Didn’t I, Rob.” And God-fucking-help him if he denied it, Eli thought viciously.


“Yeah,” Rob drawled, grinning. “You did, babe.”


“Tea and toast?” Eli offered desperately. “We’re nearly done here, then Rob’s going to shower and go home.”


Chapter 23