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.

“Here,” Mickey said as he put the straw to my mouth so I could take a few sips.


“Thanks,” I replied as he set the glass on the table. “What are you guys doing here? Where’s Guff? What happened to Catia?”


“One question at a time, Peaches,” Jackson said, and the scowl I gave him made him laugh. “Oh, good, you’re almost back to normal.”


I made an impatient noise and he relented.


“Catia and her underlings are in jail. People started coming out of the woodwork with testimonies and all this stuff about things she’s perpetrated over the years once they realized she couldn’t hurt them anymore. It’s over, Jer. And Guff is free to do as he likes, all because of you, and no thanks to our sorry asses.”


I shrugged. “He needed help, and I wanted to give it, whether or not money was involved.” I looked each man in the eye and they sheepishly returned my stare. “So where is Guff?”


Chapter 13