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By The Numbers

(Sanctuary 10)

R.J. Scott

Secrets and lies threaten Brandon and Daniel’s new love.

Brandon Hoselton is running scared, finding security in his obsession with patterns and numbers. With his family threatened, he feels he has nowhere left to go, and even considers ending his life to keep them safe. Until Sanctuary, in the shape of the enigmatic Daniel Karnes, gives him a reason to stay alive and offers the possibility of a future free from fear.

Former SEAL Daniel is new to Sanctuary, tasked with watching Brandon, a brilliant geek with way too many secrets. Falling in love with quirky Brandon is easy; now he just has to make sure secrets don’t end up with them both dying.

The only way of destroying Varga is to cut the crime boss’s money, and the two men become part of an intricate take-down involving millions of dollars. But Brandon has a secret he can never share with Daniel, and their new love is at stake.

When the villain has murder in mind, sometimes the only way to stay alive is to lie.

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Excerpt!

Daniel blinked at him. “You…” he began, but stopped. Whatever he’d been going to say was lost. He’d looked amused for a moment, but now he was frowning again. “You do realize we’re not going to be here long enough for you to redecorate.”

“Why wouldn’t I realize? You told us last night.”

“I didn’t mean that, I meant… Oh, never mind.”

“Anyway, I wasn’t redecorating,” Brandon defended himself. “I just didn’t like the pattern.” Then he changed the subject. “And exactly how long is long enough? You said we’re moving, but when precisely?”

This place was so small, and the tension was building even now. His sisters weren’t the easiest to live with. Hannah listened to much too loud music and continually dogged Daniel’s footsteps. Yvonne left clothes everywhere and kept shouting for Hannah to turn the music down. And as for the bodyguard, Daniel? Well, he was constantly up in Brandon’s space, checking his dressing, taking his vitals, asking him questions.

Messing with Brandon’s head and libido at the same time.

And he asked questions that Brandon was not ready to give answers to. Not until he was entirely sure of his place in this game he was in the middle of. He’d promised Varga one thing; that he would stay alive and away from the people who wanted to kill him.

Of course, he wasn’t entirely convinced that Varga didn’t want to kill him too, particularly since it had become completely clear to Varga that Brandon didn’t want to be one of his boys. But there were also the men who wanted to kill Varga who would want to kill him, and… fuck, it was a messy maze in his head.

Sometimes he forgot who he was pretending to be with which person.

“A few more days,” Daniel replied. “Elliot and Cole have some leads on one of Varga’s lieutenants and are planning a sting operation to get him out in the open.”

“What kind of operation?” Didn’t they know Varga was dangerous? Didn’t they know that the man had people working for him who would split your head open with a bullet just for smiling wrong?

“Something about one of them pretending to be captured, or… look, I don’t know the full story, but at least it’s another step in the right direction.”

“The path to hell,” Brandon muttered. “He’ll just appoint someone else; he’s like a lizard that can grow back its tail.”

Daniel crossed his arms over his chest. “You finally want to talk today?”

“What about?”

“Your connection to Varga.”

Brandon shook his head so fast he felt dizzy and curled his fingers into his sweatshirt to keep himself from moving them and freaking Daniel out.

“Nope,” he said, popping the p and looking anywhere but at Daniel.

“You’ll have to talk one day. Unless we know everything, we can’t give you any real help. Brandon?”

Brandon looked up at Daniel’s use of his name and recognized the compassion in his expression. There was something about this man—quite apart from his muscles, and his size, and his general attitude of being able to handle anything life threw at him—that set him apart from any other man Brandon had ever lusted over. That something was that Brandon had an absolute belief in Daniel’s ability to take care of him.

Or as near as he could get to thinking another person could help him in any of this.

“Why does he want to kill you?” Daniel asked.

The same question, over and over—Brandon had had enough of that damn question. Daniel wasn’t directly torturing him to get information, but being stuck in this house, with people he needed to keep secrets from, and with questions every day, was close to breaking him.

Varga didn’t want to kill him. He just wanted him watched, protected, the codes and programming in his head enough to put him high on the list of people Varga needed surveilled.

Brandon’s fingers twitched; he desperately needed to move them in a rhythmic pattern that would settle his head.

“Okay,” Brandon said. “You need to go now.”

Daniel shook his head. “I have to check the window after you destroyed a security layer.”

Brandon thought about the hideous drapes and frowned. “They were there for a reason? For real?”

Daniel approached the chair Brandon was sitting on, putting his hand on its back and leaning over Brandon to examine the window. Which put Daniel’s groin right at face level, the sweats leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. And the scent of the man, of shower gel and Daniel, was in every breath Brandon took.

He’ll move soon. Stay calm.

“Looks okay,” Daniel announced. “Wait…”

He sounded worried, and that seemed to morph into him leaning even further, with his junk right there for inspection. Not to mention his flat stomach, and that damn scent, and the way crisp, dark hair marked a trail to Nirvana.

This is what it must be like to want, was all Brandon could think.

Daniel was bi—that was what he kept telling Hannah every time she used the word gay in reference to him as she followed him around. But bi didn’t mean that he’d be interested in Brandon. God, look at Hannah. She had all the good Hoselton genes; she was slim, blonde, and gorgeous. Who wouldn’t want her?

Abruptly, he was desperate to get out of being trapped between Daniel McSexy and the window, and he attempted to move the chair. It tipped as he moved, and that caused Daniel’s balance to wobble. Somehow the SEAL managed to right himself, and Brandon plus chair, and still come out of it looking all kinds of bad-ass.

Whereas Brandon had just come over as the idiot who couldn’t even sit on a fucking chair.

And from here he could see the drapes in a pile out on the landing, and it was all too much.

“Get out of my room,” he snapped, pushing at six one of near-immovable muscle until Daniel actually moved.

Daniel looked down, and Brandon followed his gaze, and then completely lost it.

His hands were pushing on Daniel’s thighs, way too close to his groin for comfort. God, all he would have to do was move his hand an inch to the right and he’d be touching Daniel’s cock.

“Brandon?” Daniel asked, his voice husky.

God, they’d been doing this for days now; this touching thing that Daniel had going, and his husky voice.

Too much.

“Out. Out. Out!” Brandon snapped, shoving and pushing up out of his chair, his hands flailing, until he had Daniel backed up and out and he could close the door on the confused man.

There were a few seconds of silence, and Brandon thought that maybe Daniel had left. Then there was a soft knock.

“Brandon? Are you okay?”

Brandon groaned under his breath, sliding down the door and drawing up his knees. He allowed himself the luxury of moving his fingers in a pattern—ring finger, thumb, third finger, thumb, first finger, thumb, pinkie, thumb, and over again, both hands. He could feel the air moving around his hands and he concentrated on the swirls he could imagine.

“I’m fine,” he lied. “Go away.”

More silence. Then, “Okay. Breakfast in thirty.”

Brandon waited until he heard Daniel going down the stairs, and then he let out a huge exhalation. 2, 3, 5, 7, 11, 13, 17, 19, 23, 29, 31, 37, 41, 43, 47, 53, 59, 61, 67, 71, 73, 79, 83, 89, 97. The prime numbers up to a hundred were his go-to place to help calm himself down, upward from 2 to 97, then back down to 2, then up again, and through all of it he breathed, in, out, regular, deep breaths. His fingers tapped out a rhythm with the numbers, and finally he had himself calmed down.

All of this shit because of one pair of drapes and Daniel’s groin in his face.

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About R.J.!

RJ Scott is the bestselling romance author of over 100 romance books. She writes emotional stories of complicated characters, cowboys, millionaire, princes, and the men and women who get mixed up in their lives. RJ is known for writing books that always end with a happy ever after. She lives just outside London and spends every waking minute she isn’t with family either reading or writing.

The last time she had a week’s break from writing she didn’t like it one little bit, and she has yet to meet a bottle of wine she couldn’t defeat.

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Review

Title: By The Numbers

Series: Sanctuary #10

Author: R.J. Scott

Genre: Contemporary

Publisher: Love Lane Books Limited (May 17, 2017)

Length: Novella (136 Pages)

Heat Level: Moderate

Heart Rating: ♥♥♥♥♥ 5 Hearts

Blurb: Secrets and lies threaten Brandon and Daniel’s new love.

When the villain has murder in mind, sometimes the only way to stay alive is to lie.

ISBN: 978-1-78564-078-0

Product Link: Amazon US | Amazon UK

Reviewer: Lisa

Review: Each book in the Sanctuary collection features a new romantic couple. To enjoy the overall story arc and crossover characters, I would recommend reading the series in sequential order.

As a reader I have several favorite authors and stories that I collect. Although I favor paranormal romances, I will say that R.J. Scott is one of my ultimate favorite contemporary writers of all time. The story or stories are intriguing and fascinating with the way they are told. The characters all have their own little way of making you connect with them. They go from being bold to shy, hard, difficult and sometime pretty strange I would say. There is an amount of danger in their world that will definitely keep you on the edge of your seat. The lust also seems to be off the charts sometimes, although in my mind, maybe a bit too eager and fast in some cases. It doesn’t take away from the story though.

This is the final book in this amazing series, and I have to say that I am not really pleased to see that it is coming to an end. However it did have a great run. With this I had to go back and read the previous books to remember each character and their place in the story. Brandon is a very unique type of guy. He reminds me of a computer himself sometimes. He sees the world as numbers and patterns. Even a pattern on a curtain could drive him crazy. Brandon and his best friends decided to bring down one of the deadliest men, by going undercover. It had not worked the way they had thought and now Brandon was the only one left alive. Sanctuary steps in and keeps him and his sister’s safe, but Brandon has other ideas.

Daniel is going to keep Brandon safe, even if it gets him killed. More than likely it might want to make him commit murder in the end. He knows Brandon is not being truthful, but damn he does have a fine ass. He just has to get Brandon to let him in, because well if you really want to know more, read the book.

There are a bit of quirks to this story that will definitely keep your attention. I also loved the little twists to it. The ending really caught my attention, wished I knew what type of snake it was. I had a lot of fun reading this and can’t wait to see what new stories this amazing author has to come.

I would definitely recommend this book to everyone who loves a bit of suspense, mystery and danger, not to mention sexy men who carry guns.