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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Billie looked up at him, her green eyes gleaming in the half-light. “Don’t worry, Uncle Scooter. I c’n sleep in here an’ keep monsters away. Mom said monsters only like it when there’s one person ‘round. So, me an’ Uncle Andy’ll keep you safe.”


God, he loved that kid. “Yeah, okay,” he agreed, rough. “Jus’ for tonight, though.”


Billie squirmed under the blankets. “It’ll be like a sleepover,” she said, snuggling up, already sounding drowsy. “Go back t’ sleep. Uncle Andy’ll keep watch for this shift.”


“I will, will I?” Andy asked, amused, but he kissed the top of Billie’s head, then leaned over her to kiss Scooter’s forehead. “Okay. Just this once.” 21


Scooter was still uncomfortable enough in his own skin to yield to letting Andy drive without complaint. He didn’t even loop his hand through the chicken-bar over the window; Andy’s tendency to tailgate like a motherfucker didn’t usually lend to Scooter being relaxed as a passenger. Face it, Stahl, he thought, you are a control freak.


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