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

“Lots of woodland around the village. Church cemetery if you’re feeling really nasty. Or round the back of the police station, but they’ve probably closed it now.”


“Had a lot of practice,” Rob said, and smirked. “Fuck all else to do but have a shag in the arse end of nowhere.”


“Well, fuck all else to do, but never fucked there. Only gay in the village and all that.”


Eli laughed, kissed the corner of his mouth, and unlocked the door. He fetched the last two of the bags, giving Rob a stern look, and followed Danny down the stairs to the car. They were taking Rob’s Suzuki—Danny’s Ford Focus wasn’t up to a trip even to Leeds, never mind the wilds of Scotland—but Danny had already adjusted everything to his liking.


“If you cock up the seat,” Rob said grimly, “I will fucking murder you.”


“Driver does the deed, shotgun shuts his spewer,” Danny sang merrily.


Chapter 47