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

Rob jerked and swore fluently as the bloody T-shirt was ripped aside—Eli nearly threw up at the sheer amount of blood soaked into the thin material—and a handful of gauze was slammed into place.


“Oh Jesus,”Rob grunted. His hand started to shake violently in Eli’s. “Fuck, fuck, fuck—”


“Don’t you dare pass out on me,” Eli demanded, shaking his face lightly. “C’mon, Rob, ambulance isn’t far now, and then they’ll hop you up on the really good stuff, and you—you can’t, you can’t do this…”


“Eli,” Danny snapped. “Help me.”


Eli swallowed and kissed Rob’s knuckles before letting go and twisting back to Danny.


Chapter 82