Author Name: Silvia Violet
Unexpected Trust (Unexpected Book 2) by Silvia Violet
Special Agent Hugh Cranford, better known as Sport, is conducting an off-the-record investigation. He’s after Danny O’Sullivan, a spy rumored to have assisted in the ambush of Sport’s former SEAL team. Danny claims he and Sport are on the same side, and the real traitor is the man Sport is working for. But Danny is a master manipulator. He’s also the most seductive man Sport has ever met. Sport can’t help being attracted to him, but that doesn’t mean he’s willing to trust him.
In his quest to bring down a few highly-placed traitors in the US government, Danny O’Sullivan has been keeping tabs on Sport. When Sport comes looking for him, Danny decides to bring Sport in on his secret mission and into his bed. Sport may not trust Danny, but he wants him. As the two men risk their lives to complete Danny’s mission, they discover neither is as strong as they like to pretend.
Before you read Unexpected Trust, make sure you know where it all began: Check out Book 1 in the Unexpected series, Unexpected Rescue.
Danny O’Sullivan leaned back in his tattered office chair, put his feet up on his desk, closed his eyes, and tried to enjoy the relative quiet. Sure, the music still vibrated the walls, but at least he could hear the sound of his own breathing. He must be getting old. He couldn’t stay on the crowded dance floor all night anymore, and he seemed to have lost his taste for fucking every random guy who offered himself. Maybe it wasn’t age, maybe he’d finally found the sense of self-preservation he’d been missing his whole life. Yeah right. Although he was never going to think about safety first, a crowded dance floor was a damn good place for someone to literally stab him in the back.
A lot of men would kill for the life he’d been living for the past few months. Running his uncle’s club—which functioned with very little assistance from him—fucking, dancing, and drinking.
Earlier that night, an aggressive little twink had humped Danny on the dance floor, clearly ready to get fucked right there in front of everyone. Danny had considered obliging, but doing so would have left him far too exposed—even for him—and it would’ve pissed him off if he’d had to shoot somebody while driving his cock into the boy’s skinny ass.
The kid was so fucking eager though. Danny had dragged him into a back room, put his own back against the wall, and pushed the boy to his knees. He’d sucked Danny’s cock like it was his favorite flavor of lollipop. Such a good little boy. Danny had tried to relax and enjoy it but he’d been more bored than anything. He had to resort to using his favorite fantasy—subduing an agent as strong and crafty as he was, a particular agent he wished he’d never laid eyes on, then fucking the man ’til he screamed—to get off.
The kid had clearly hoped for more, but Danny had sent him off with a flick of his hand before retreating to his office with a bottle of whisky and a shitty attitude.
If only drinking was all Danny had on his mind. He was waiting, waiting until the men he intended to destroy made a move. Eventually, they’d send someone his way. He’d made himself easy enough to find. Usually he got off on the ops he chose, but this was too personal, and he’d rather be dodging bullets than sitting around doing nothing.
One of the two phones he carried vibrated against his hip, the one only a handful of people called. He pulled it from his pocket and glanced at the screen. A blocked number. Whoever was bothering him better have news. “Yeah?”
“An agent is coming your way.”
His FBI contact. “So the bastard finally sent someone after me.”
“Not just someone: the man he’s going to use and then set up.”
Danny smiled. That was exactly what he’d been hoping for. The ex-SEAL. The man who’d dominated his fantasies since he’d first seen him.
“I’ll be waiting for him.”
Hugh Cranford, better known as Sport, was a formidable opponent and from what Danny could tell, a relatively decent man. He’d researched Cranford as soon as he was tapped by the bureau. Danny suspected from the start that Arthurs wanted Sport recruited so he could use him as a scapegoat and pretend the attack on Sport’s SEAL team had been an inside job. Sport rushing in to save Jackson from the bastards who’d killed their team member the year before had probably complicated the plan, but Arthurs and his associates hadn’t given it up.
There were several ways he could go about the next phase of his operation. His favorites involved seducing Sport. The man was gorgeous as fuck and powerful to boot. Most people would assume a man like Sport was as straight as they came, he’d certainly brought home plenty of women since Danny started surveillance on him, but none of them stayed the night or returned. And Danny held proof that Special Agent Cranford wasn’t averse to taking a man to bed, or at least putting him up against a wall.
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About the Author:
Silvia Violet writes erotic romance in a variety of genres including paranormal, contemporary, sci fi, and historical. She can be found haunting coffee shops looking for the darkest, strongest cup of coffee she can find. Once equipped with the needed fuel, she can happily sit for hours pounding away at her laptop. Silvia typically leaves home disguised as a suburban stay-at-home-mom, and other coffee shop patrons tend to ask her hilarious questions like "Do you write children's books?" She loves watching the looks on their faces when they learn what she's actually up to. When not writing, Silvia enjoys baking sinfully delicious treats, exploring new styles of cooking, and reading to her incorrigible offspring.
For a list of Silvia’s available titles: http://silviaviolet.com/books
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