Jaz Maloney lives his single life to the fullest, but when a stalker destroys his family it takes one sexy male Vitala to give him protection and win his heart.
Jaz Maloney is the scion to a wealthy Vitala family and all he wants to do is have fun. Especially if it involves Jin, a tall, dark, handsome stranger who totally rocks his world. But the fun ends when an older male Vitala puts a claim on Jaz and attempts to force him under his control. When Jaz refuses the male goes before the senate and, using old Vitala law, destroys Jaz's family. Devastated, Jaz sees no other option, but to do what this male wants until Master Ryujin steps forward to defend him.
Master Ryujin, is only in the city for a brief visit, when he steps in to stop what he sees as a miscarriage of justice. Of course, it doesn't hurt that the male he's protecting is the same one that caught his attention at a club. But he's certainly not looking for a life partner.
Ryujin and Jaz have nothing in common, but when the heart speaks, these two men can do nothing but answer.
Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes of M/M intimacy. Although, some of the characters appear in Blood Bond this can be read as a stand alone.
General Release Date: 26th October 2009
Loud music thumped through the dark club, shuddering the floor under the dancers’ feet as if the building were a living entity with a heartbeat. Jaz Maloney gyrated wildly, flinging his arms around as strobe lights flashed in rhythm to the music. Though considered petite, sleek muscles packed his five-four frame, which he used quite effectively to clear space on the floor. He despised being crowded when he danced. He wanted room to be able to express his own unique style. He flung his brown hair, currently tipped with day glow pink, out of his sweaty face and let out a yell. The other dancers on the floor answered back and Jaz smiled. Yep, he was in his element, the centre of attention.
The song switched to one he didn’t particularly like, so he headed towards the bar. Vitala in the crowd waved as humans instinctively moved out of his way. Humans naturally gave Vitala a wide berth and, though he was small, he was no exception. Jaz certainly never thought of himself as small, other people were just freakishly tall.
He shoved his way to the bar and stepped up on the decorative metal piping. It was approximately six inches off the floor and it put him at the right height to catch a bartender’s eye. He waved his hand and the bangles on his wrist made a cheery ringing sound. Damn, he did look fine tonight. No one had yet to catch his eye, but the night was still young.
“Hey sweetie,” he addressed the bartender. “I would love a ginormous glass of water. I am parched.”
She handed him the glass and he smiled at her as he hopped off the pipe. Sipping his drink, he headed to a back room and the table his friends had commandeered. He wished his best friend Keller had come out, but since the whole bonding deal with Khalid, they stayed in quite a bit. Slut. However, if he had Khalid, he’d definitely stay in too. The man was total hotness. Jaz mentally patted himself on the back. If it weren’t for him, Kell and Khalid would probably still be floundering around in non-relationship land. He certainly didn’t know how Keller had survived without his assistance. The thought stopped him. What a great idea for a career, professional best friend. He could sweep into the pathetic lives of sad individuals and help them to better their existence. Everyone could benefit from having Jaz Maloney instead of only a select few.
He pondered this exciting thought as he reached the table. The room was actually fairly quiet since it was tucked as far away from the dance floor as possible. Jaz slumped into the booth and ran his fingers through his sweaty hair. Getting icky sweaty was the one thing he hated about clubbing. He looked around the room, to see if he could spy any of the people he’d come with, and his eyes met those of Andrew Robertson. Shit. He quickly looked away. The man was moving beyond nuisance to stalker level. Three months ago, Jaz had met him at a party his parents had thrown. Afterwards, the man had begun to call him...constantly. Jaz had tried telling him, politely, he wasn’t interested, but the man wouldn’t take no for an answer. He didn’t want to have to call Keller since Robertson carried a bit of power within Vitala society, but if this persisted, he’d have to.
“Jaz. I’ve been looking for you.”
“Mr. Robertson.” Jaz looked at him not smiling. “What are you doing here? This doesn’t seem to be your type of place.”
“Like I said, I was looking for you.”
Robertson wasn’t a tall man, but he did carry some muscle on his closely packed frame. He wore his blond hair slicked back from his face, which only highlighted his ruddy, pocked face and thin, cruel eyes. Overall, as far as Jaz was concerned, not an attractive package.
“Now, why would you look for me?” Jaz slid farther into the round booth, away from Robertson.
Gwendolyn Cease has been writing ever since she was old enough to pick up a pen. From the very beginning, her stories involved handsome heroes, tough heroines, and happily ever after. Even as she slogged through her undergraduate and finally master's in education, writing remained a top priority. Though she now teaches elementary school, she still makes time for her characters and their never-ending adventures.
Currently, Gwendolyn lives in Kentucky with her three incredibly spoiled cats and one yellow Lab, who somehow thinks she's a cat. If you'd like to contact her she'd love to hear from you. She loves to hear from anyone who enjoys a good book, especially the ones she's written.
Reviewed by Rainbow Reviews
This short tale does an exquisite job of world building in a very short space. It contains characters from a previous book, but, as I can safely say, not having read it, Heart Bond reads very well on...
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