Hey! I am Rhys Ford and I’ll be taking over this blog today … sort of. There’s really no cool way of introducing yourself on someone else’s blog and honestly, if you’re following this series of shorts, you’re going to be sick of reading this. So… feel free to jump down to the meaty bits of the short if you like. Go on. I won’t mind.
Now, if you’ve been following the Sinners Series, I am happy to say the third book is either on the brink of coming out or out by the time this post hits. It is called Tequila Mockingbird and features Connor Morgan as he discovers he’s in love with a drummer—a guy drummer. Murder, mayhem, sexing, etc. All of those follow. You know the drill. But wooot! I am very happy to announce Connor’s story.
To celebrate, I’ve written a short serialized string of vignettes titled Hair of the Dog. Please enjoy the story as it goes along. The order of the posts is included at the bottom of the short. Hope you enjoy it.
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Hair of the Dog • Part Ten
I’d forgiven Kane.
It took me a bit longer than I liked but when he brought Miki home—my human was not in the condition he’d been when he left the house. He was better now but not at first. It’d been days but still, he hurt. Badly.
No, Kane was on my shit list. And I could shit a lot.
Luckily for Kane, there was steak being grilled on an outside stove-thing and I’d been promised one of my very own.
Promised by Donal—Father of the Foot-Stompers and Grumbling Mountains, Mate of the Betrayer.
Still, a man sometimes has to make do with what he has in front of him and that’s the only reason I could think of Donal having the Betrayer as a mate. Well—looking around the yard—she also seemed to have very large litters, a plus if a male wants to establish a bloodline to leave behind.
I’d already done my part. Preferring only human-bonded mates ensures not only a healthy litter but also puppies nearly always guaranteed to find their own humans without much effort. So far, all sixteen of my offspring have been scattered about the neighbourhoods and each of them are content.
That is all a dog could ask for in life.
That and freely-given bacon but apparently that is too much to ask of some people.
Miki was people. Good people. He’d come back to the house broken a bit but better inside. He’d gone out to fight something inside of him but instead found someone waiting for him—an evil he didn’t create but reaped anyway.
Sometimes humans betrayed each other with much bigger things than bacon.
I found my Miki and climbed up into his lap. He didn’t mind that I’d found the dead fish guts again although this time, I merely nosed them around a bit. They smelled of Donal and oranges. The first I’m fine with. The second sting my nostrils so I left it be.
Although by the cat-smug look on Donal’s face when he saw me come out of the roses, I’d say he was the one who’d gotten orange in there somehow.
“Your dog smells a hell of a lot better. It’s a wonder what regular baths can do.” Kane nibbled on Miki’s neck. They do a lot of nipping between them. More than I’d ever get away with but they seemed to like it. It’s probably a lot nicer without having so much fur getting caught between their teeth but I’m only guessing on that. Kane’s hairy enough to be Shibu Inu in some places. “And I’m gathering he’s wanting a piece of steak.”
“He always wants a piece of steak. Your dad got him one too.” Miki nodded to where Donal was slivering up my dinner and putting the pieces into my bowl. “He’s going to have enough. Shit, your dad even grilled him carrots.”
“He’d grill you carrots if you wanted them.”
“Do I look like I’d eat grilled carrots?” He sneered. My human really does sneer well but I do like carrots. “Hell, aren’t carrots supposed to be raw?”
“You just like long raw things to chew on,” Kane teased then grumbled when Quinn sat down on the lounging chair next to them. “Hey, go find your own love nest. We’re talking carrots, here.”
“I heard.” I liked Quinn. I liked him even better once I realized he was probably as sideways as Miki. He snuck me a piece of broccoli, making sure it was dipped in white slathering stuff before he gave it to me. “Your dog is more bunny than canine. Or do you think he is like this because he was a street dog before he moved in with you.”
“Don’t give him that, Q-bert. He’ll be…”
“He can sleep with you tonight, Q. I’m done with him hotboxing me out of the bedroom.” Miki wrinkled his nose. “Bad enough Kane snores.”
“You do, actually.” Quinn remarked softly and I slid over to his lap, begging shamelessly for anything he wanted to give me. Mournful puppy eyes worked on him and I got a piece of crispy chicken skin from his plate. Nearly as good as bacon. “You’ve snored ever since Rafe punched you in the nose that first time.”
“He shouldn’t have grabbed my ass.” Kane protested then yelped again when Connor flicked a finger against the back of his head.
“Rafe grabs everyone’s ass.” Connor stole the last piece of chicken from Quinn’s plate and split it with me. If I wasn’t careful, I’d be too fat to get up the stairs to sleep on Quinn’s bed. “’Sides, if it wasn’t for Rafe, you and Quinn would still be blundering around thinking you liked women.”
“I knew I never liked women,” Quinn snorted, slapping Miki’s hand when my human raised it up in salute. “I’d rather sleep with Dude here.”
“Good,” Kane growled playfully, baring his teeth in that funny way he did. “Because tonight, the only warm thing I want in my bed chewing on my toes, is this one here.”
I snorted as best I could.
As if I’d ever chew on his toes.
Lieutenant Connor Morgan of SFPD’s SWAT division wasn’t looking for love. Especially not in a man. His life plan didn’t include one Forest Ackerman, a brown-eyed, blond drummer who’s as sexy as he is trouble. His family depends on him to be like his father, a solid pillar of strength who’ll one day lead the Morgan clan.
No, Connor has everything worked out—a career in law enforcement, a nice house, and a family. Instead, he finds a murdered man while on a drug raid and loses his heart comforting the man’s adopted son. It wasn’t like he’d never thought about men — it’s just loving one doesn’t fit into his plans.
Forest Ackerman certainly doesn’t need to be lusting after a straight cop, even if Connor Morgan is everywhere he looks, especially after Frank’s death. He’s just talked himself out of lusting for the brawny cop when his coffee shop becomes a war zone and Connor Morgan steps in to save him.
Whoever killed his father seems intent on Forest joining him in the afterlife. As the killer moves closer to achieving his goal, Forest tangles with Connor Morgan and is left wondering what he’ll lose first—his life or his heart.
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