Monday, August 31, 2015

Blog Tour + Excerpt + Review: Feat of Clay (Men of London #4) by Susan Mac Nicol






Synopsis

Imprisoned and tortured, undercover cop Tate Williams will find redemption in the arms of his boyhood friend, now lover, former SAS soldier Clay Mortimer. 

TWO MEN. 
TORN. TORTURED. LOVED. 
Though they went their separate ways, Tate Williams and Clay Mortimer have been crazy about each other since their school days. Clay went into the SAS. Tate became a cop. Neither mentioned their attraction to the other. Both sought out danger. Both found it. 

Imprisoned and shot in an undercover assignment gone wrong, Tate somehow survived…and found his way back into Clay’s arms. His old friend is now the owner of an elite investigation agency and everything any man could want: patient, handsome, commanding. And Clay knows what it takes to survive. But Tate can’t bring himself to share all his secrets, nightmares that force him to rebel against everything. He finds solace from his past as a graffiti artist, a childhood passion, but his demons drive away all who might care for him. Only when he faces that past—and learns that everyone has tasted despair—can the two men truly be brothers-in-arms…and more.



Excerpt

Feat of Clay by Susan Mac Nicol
“Because you have things in your past that could drive you crazy,” Tate explained. “You’ve killed people, been shot at, been in war zones and seen horrible things but you don’t have nightmares like I do. You’ve seen things I probably couldn’t even imagine, but you’re so damn strong, you can put them to rest. Me?” He sneered. “I fall apart at firecrackers, have bad dreams about kids who’ve killed themselves, agonise over what happened to me with Armerian when you’ve probably seen much worse. How do you stay so strong?” He heard the agitation in his voice. “Am I just a fucking wuss that I’m like I am? All damaged?” He threw himself back against the bed, breathing heavily and throwing his arm over his eyes. The sense of emasculation, the feeling he was a weakling tasted like acid in his mouth. He huffed loudly, opening his eyes as a strong, warm weight landed on top of him and his arms were yanked off his shamed face and held above his head.

            Clay was aflame with passion, his eyes bright green glints in a tanned face. He looked like a man about to take on the world. “Don’t ever talk about yourself that way again,” he snarled, as his body held Tate’s still. Tate gulped at the vehemence in his lover’s voice. “You are one of the strongest men I know. What was done to you by that fucking bastard was something you wouldn’t have done to an animal. I saw you afterwards, love.” His voice cracked with pain. “I saw you shot three times and left to die like a dog on the sidewalk. I saw what he’d done to you. The horrors he’d inflicted.”








Review

Men of London Series


2 comments:

  1. Thank you so much for the feature and the review. Much appreciated :)

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