Jerry Sanger is a member of M.A.L.E., an elite agency made up of ex-Army buddies bored with civilian life. But he always gets the junk assignments, and just once, he’d like a job where he doesn’t have to wear high heels or impersonate a go-go dancer at a strip club in order to take out his target. Sure, he looks good in a dress, but still.<br><br>On returning home from his latest assignment, Jerry encounters his hot teddy bear of a neighbor, Guff, fighting off four men intent on doing him serious harm. Jerry helps Guff out and then demands to know what’s going on, in between flirting and striking a pose in his spandex dress.<br><br>Guff doesn’t want his help, but Jerry gives it anyway, determined to solve Guff’s problem. And if they happen to get a lot closer as a result, he won’t complain.

Junk M.A.L.E.

“You are under my protection, Guff. You don’t leave this place for any reason. I want Catia to be frothing at the mouth by the time she figures out where you are now and makes her move so she’ll do something stupid. It shouldn’t take long, since she’s desperate.”


“And when she comes, what will you do?” he asked after guzzling half of his beer. God, even the way he swallowed was sexy.


All I did was smile. “Wait and see.”


The next morning, there was a knock on my door. It was six-thirty. What the fuck? Guff was sleeping in my bed because there was no way he’d fit on my couch, which was where I’d spent the night. Shit, there was a kink in my back.


I stood, scratching my chest while I grabbed my gun from the drawer underneath the lamp. Yawning, I walked toward the front door and looked through the peephole. Scowling, I yanked open the door, gun at my side, pointed at the ground.


Chapter 9