Totally Covered was originally published by Resplendence Publishing, which went out of business a couple of summers ago. I've self-published the book and it's now available at a lower price on Amazon and is also available on KU. There's an excerpt of the book here - look for a smutty excerpt on Saturday!
Mal has been Burke and Darby’s sub for a lot of years. As an undercover cop, he needs the release his once a quarter visits give him. Burke and Darby get a lot of out of the visits, too. Both Doms, it’s important for them to share a sub now and then to keep them on an even keel.
All that changes, though, when Mal is shot on the job and needs to stay with Burke and Darby during his recovery. Can his Doms bring Mal out of the funk his last undercover stint has left him in? Or will the three of them finally go their separate ways?
Find out in this second edition of Totally Covered.
Available at Amazon/KU.
Excerpt
Burke was surprisingly nervous.
It wasn’t like they hadn’t been friends with Malcolm for over
twelve years. It wasn’t like Malcolm hadn’t been to the house hundreds of times
in those last twelve years. They’d shared wine, laughter, good food, wild sex.
They’d loved on Malcolm, torn him inside out, and rebuilt him countless times. They
were Malcolm’s ground. They broke him and put him back together, so that he
could keep doing his job.
Being an undercover cop was stressful.
Malcolm didn’t have family or friends. He had Burke and Darby. And
they liked it like that. It meant they could play hard without having to bring
someone new into their relationship. Hell, Malcolm was their sub in all but a
few practicalities: that he didn’t live with them was the biggest.
All that had changed when Malcolm had been shot two weeks ago. Their
lover had been hurt on the job before, but never like this, never in a
life-threatening manner. Malcolm had stayed with them many times in the past,
but this time he was coming to recuperate from a physical hurt, not a mental or
emotional one, and Burke found himself nervous.
Darby chuckled. “Babe. Relax. It’s Malcolm.”
“I know, but…”
“But you’re worried he’s going to find out you’re a closet
baker?”
Burke threw the pillow he’d been moving from one couch to the
other at Dar. “Ass.”
Dar plucked the pillow out of the air and turned to wriggle his
butt in Burke’s direction. “I thought I saw you admiring it.”
He rolled his eyes, but couldn’t help laughing, relaxing. Dar
knew him so well.
Warm, strong hands landed on his arms, Dar giving him a little
shake and looking him in the eye. “Malcolm needs us, just like always. Would
you have him turn to anyone else in his time of need?”
Burke’s “No!” was immediate and heartfelt. No, Malcolm was theirs.
Maybe that was the problem—he and Darby knew that, had known it
for over a decade. Malcolm on the other hand… Well, their boy still believed he
had a choice, still believed he wasn’t impossibly entwined with them. Burke
didn’t know if Malcolm was ready to discover that he was indeed home when he
was with his Doms.
The doorbell rang and Burke growled a little as he headed to
let Malcolm in. “I still don’t understand why he didn’t let us pick him up from
the hospital.”
“Because he’s still the most stubborn son-of-bitch you’ve ever
met—he was shot in the chest and belly, not the head.”
Snorting, Burke flung open the door.
“Hey.” Mal stood there, bag in hand, white as milk and swaying.
“I’m here.”
Thank God, they’d seen him every day in the hospital, so they
knew that the heavy muscles had become lean, that the short, short black hair
was shaggy now. This undercover assignment might have destroyed Mal, even if
the bullets hadn’t hit him.
Burke kept his growls inside and bit back his complaints about
Mal not letting them come pick him up. Instead, he stepped up and wrapped an
arm around Mal’s waist, taking the man’s bag in his other hand. “Welcome home,
boy.”
Sean
smut fixes everything
