All three books in the popular Sandbridge M/M romance series by Elizabeth L. Brooks and Lynn Townsend are now available in one box set! Contains the stories: Nights in Sandbridge: Andy's made a habit of running away -- he ran away from his abusive father, and then several years later, he ran away from his manipulative boyfriend. He thinks he might have found a home in Sandbridge with Scooter, but when trouble rears its ugly head, will Andy run away yet again? Daybreak in Sandbridge: Scooter's life is definitely on the upswing: his business is successful and he's engaged to the most amazing man he's ever met. But when Andy is called home to attend his dying father, Scooter is forced to realize that he knew less than he thought about Andy's past. How can Scooter compete with the sizeable fortune Andy is set to inherit or the lovely and stylish girl Andy left behind? High Noon in Sandbridge: Life takes a sudden turn for Scooter and Andy when Scooter's sister meets an untimely end and they're suddenly guardians to a niece they've only met a handful of times. Billie is stubborn and hot-tempered and not remotely interested in making a life in the one place that her mother had sworn never to return. Will she ever learn to call Dockside and Sandbridge home?

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Andy panted for a few seconds, catching his breath, then stepped back with a nod. He shrugged out of the suit jacket and slung it carelessly over his shoulder like a goddamn model. He walked off down the hall, glancing back with that smug smile of his, knowing damn well Scooter was staring at his ass, and basking in it. “Well, come and get it then.”


Scooter didn’t have to be told twice. Damn, his man was fine. Sometimes it was hard to believe that Andy had chosen him; God only knew he’d probably gotten better offers, and…shit, didn’t matter, Scooter was going to take what he was given and be fucking grateful for it. Jesus, though, watching Andy walk was a blessing. Scooter let him get ahead, just so he could chase Andy down, catching up to him at the turn and damn near tumbling him onto one of the sofas that dotted the corridor. Because really, someone wanted to have a chat in the fucking hallway? The decor around here made no sense whatsoever.


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