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Title: When It Rains

Series: Accidental Roots bk 8

Author: Elle Keaton

Publisher: Self Published

Published: 4 April 2019

Length: 255 Pages

Keywords : Romance, Suspense, Mystery, Thriller

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Beto Hernandez has one objective. Break the human trafficking ring plaguing Skagit once and for all.

He’s not here to make friends. No one in this town can be trusted. His “kick ass first and take names later” mentality will leave him crossing paths with an intriguing and young sexy man. The first man in years to spark Beto’s interest. It’s ultimate bad timing though; he doesn’t need the distraction.

Who is Carsten Quinn? Where did he come from? Beto only cares about one thing. Solving this case. He tries to stay away from Carsten but their undeniable chemistry keeps him close.

Carsten has skeletons of his own. He’s survived years of hell to return to “normal life,” and he has his own mission in Skagit. The only problem is he’s hiding, not living anything like a normal life. When his closest friend is severely injured, it’s up to Carsten to finish gathering evidence to put some very bad people behind bars. He knows all too well he can’t trust anyone either, especially not the law.

 

Ironically, the law is his only option. It takes the form of a sexy cop he can’t stop thinking about; when Carsten’s past comes back with a vengeance, he has no one else to turn to. Is happiness too much to hope for? Are Beto and Carsten too different and too broken to trust anyone, much less each other?

Excerpt

 “Another?” asked the attentive bartender.

 

“Sure.” The drink had relaxed him a little; he felt his shoulders release. Instead of worrying, he focused on the cheesy ’70s ballad currently playing over the sound system, tapping his fingers on the bar top. Then he eavesdropped on the conversation the bartender and the stranger next to him were having.

“Long day?” The bartender did that thing where he kept his hands busy like he was only half paying attention, wiping down the bar, straightening glasses.

“Long cold day after a long cold night. Does it always rain like this?”

The other man’s voice was low and smooth. Carsten liked it. He turned his head so he could see what the guy looked like.

Holeeemoly, he was Carsten’s walking wet dream. The stranger wore a dark suit. It had to be tailor-made for him; the jacket stretched perfectly across his shoulders. It was paired with (from what Carsten could see at his angle) a crisp white shirt that made his electric-blue tie pop.

“See something you like?”

Carsten blinked, belatedly realizing the man was speaking to him, his intense gaze pinning him to his seat. Carsten’s sneaky glance had been not sneaky at all; the Lone Wolf had gone to his head.

“I, ah, we don’t see a lot of suits and ties here. In Skagit, I mean, not this bar, but I don’t come here that often, so I wouldn’t know about that. Do you?”

The stranger was sex on a stick: glossy black hair cut short against his skull, sharp cheekbones and plush—plump lips. Lips that had a half smile gracing them at the moment.

The man chuckled. “Did you just ask if I come here often?”

Carsten rewound what he’d said. “Oh crap, no, I just meant … Shit, this drink”—he motioned at the half-empty second Lone Wolf—“is stronger than I realized.”

“Well, when they let twelve-year-olds drink …”

“I’m twenty-four,” Carsten protested.

“I’m the pope.”

“I am! How old are you?”

“I’m old enough and had a long enough day that I don’t actually care if you are underage.”

Suit took a sip of the drink in front of him. It looked like bourbon or whiskey; Carsten knew nothing about drinks, good or bad.

“I’ll ask you the same question: Does it always rain like this?” Suit asked.

“This is bad.” Carsten agreed. “I heard somewhere that fish were swimming across roads. That’s some serious rain.”

Suit frowned as he took another sip of his drink. Carsten was intrigued; he wanted to ask why he was wearing a suit when no one in Skagit did. “This is nothing like LA.”

“I’ve never been there. I mean, it’s way warmer there, of course.”

“It’s the dark and gloom here, then add weeks of rain. I’m starting to feel moldy.”

“You sure don’t look moldy.” The words were out before Carsten could stop them.

Suit didn’t smile, but he also didn’t punch Carsten.

Carsten motioned to the TV. “At least there’s TV we can watch and know there are sunny places out there.” The TV host was talking silently about some exotic dish she was about to try.

Carsten’s stomach rumbled. He hadn’t eaten since lunch. “Where would you go if you weren’t here?” The drink, on top of the lack of dinner, was making him bold. Carsten wasn’t shy per se, but he usually kept quiet and in the background as much as possible.

Suit glanced up at the TV. “I’ve never thought about it. My job keeps me busy.”

“Come on, there’s got to be someplace. Not in the US. Quick, pick one.”

Suit looked up.

“Don’t think about where, just say it.”

“Ireland or Iceland. I’ve always been fascinated by their mythologies, and it would be interesting to visit the land they came from.”

“Both those places are cold,” Carsten pointed out.

“Italy. Happy now?”

Carsten nodded. “All I’s …”

“Dios, it’s your turn, smart guy.”

It was foolish of him to dream about leaving Skagit … but something about the stranger had him dreaming about where he would go if he could. They spent the next half hour or so comparing places they’d rather be. It was fun and distracted Carsten from the fact that Troy never showed up.

 

Author’s Bio

 Hi there, I’m Elle Keaton and I hail from the northwet (hahaha) corner of the US where we are known for rain, rain and more rain. I write the Accidental Roots series, set here in the Pacific Northwest featuring hot mm romance and the guarantee of a happy ending for my men. They start out broken, and maybe they end up that way too, but they always find the other half of their hearts.


I started writing way back when but only began publishing about two years ago and now have seven (almost eight) books out. Each features a couple in my little universe, sometimes there is added mystery and suspense.

Currently, I am working on the ninth in the series as well as a mm paranormal romance. I’m dabbling with an m/f set in the same universe as Accidental Roots, featuring a character who has been around from the beginning who really needs her own HEA. Feel free to email me with questions about the series or my writing elle@ellekeaton.com