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Deacon’s Law

(Heroes 03)

R.J. Scott

How can you trust the man who tried to kill you?

Undercover cop Deacon Shepherd lost everything trying to maintain his cover – the man he loved and the future he craved. He walked away and never looked back because it was the only way to keep Rafael alive.

The last thing he needs is to be dragged back in that world, but an attempt on Rafael’s life is enough to make him risk his heart again.

Rafael ‘Rafe’ Ramirez wakes up in the hospital, the victim of a hit and run. He’s horrified when the first face he sees is that of the man who betrayed him and left him for dead three years before. Witness protection had stripped Rafe of his family and friends, and now it seems his sacrifice to bring his Uncle to justice was for nothing.

Someone wants Rafe dead, and the only way he can stay alive is to go with the murdering drug dealer who broke his heart. But how can he ever trust Deacon, and how can Deacon protect Rafe without falling in love all over again?

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Excerpt!

Winter 2014

“What the hell are you doing, Rafe?” Deacon asked, and edged closer, carefully.

Rafe was too near the edge of the lake in the darkness, and he didn’t want to spook the man. He’d been watching him from a distance, but when Rafe stepped closer to the inky depth of water, Deacon had to step forward. The lake was icy cold and deep here, and ice collected around the edges. The crystal in the pale moonlight would have been beautiful but all Deacon saw was danger.

“Looking,” Rafe murmured, and stepped even closer. The lake was around Rafe’s feet now, and Deacon realized that Rafe had stopped on a piece of ground that jutted into the ice.

He wanted to tell him to move away, but that wasn’t his job.

Neither of his jobs.

“What are you looking at?” he asked, and casually stepped closer; just out of grabbing distance, but close enough to try to stop him if he jumped into the lake.

“The ice is pretty here,” Rafe murmured.

He sounded contemplative, quiet, serious, and Deacon didn’t like that one little bit. He’d once talked a jumper off a ten-story building, and Rafe’s voice had that faraway quality that spoke of a decision made and an action that needed to be carried out.

“Come back,” he said; more ordered. He had to stay in character for now, but what if Rafe decided that he was jumping? What did Deacon do then? No one said he had to care about Rafe, but he did.

This was week three, and he’d seen Rafe bullied, and ignored, and seen him close his eyes to it all. He hadn’t seen a family who had welcomed a bereaved nephew and cousin into the fold. All he’d observed was that Rafe shouldn’t be there.

“What?” Rafe asked dreamily. Deacon had to think to remember what he’d asked.

“Come away from the edge,” he reworded the instruction. “You don’t want to slip in.”

Rafe let out a sharp bark of a laugh. “What if I do?”

What?

“Rafe—”

“You could get me some skates, and I could glide on the water. I’ve never done that before; we didn’t have a lot of iced-over lakes in Miami. I’m surprised there is one here in California.”

“It won’t last,” Deacon said, and stepped a little closer. “Only on the coldest nights and just at the edge, but the water would be cold if you swam in it.”

He saw Rafe’s full-body shudder. “I don’t want to swim in it. It’s a horrible, scary lake, so deep you can’t see the bottom, and who knows what I’d find down there if I did.”

The lake was on Rafe’s uncle’s land, a natural crack in the terrain with an icy spring that fed it. Deacon had a feeling there were a lot of things in its depths that were never meant to be found again.

“I’ve skated on a frozen pond,” Deacon said, a little desperately – anything to get Rafe’s attention. “Back in Massachusetts, the pond in our town wasn’t deep, but it spread a good way, and it would ice over when it got cold.”

After a moment’s pause Rafe spoke. “When was that?”

Yes, he was talking back.

“When I was a kid. I used to go skating with my best friend, Mac.”

“No, I mean, how long did it… was it… I don’t know what I mean.”

Shit, this doesn’t sound good.

Deacon carried on. “There was always September first, and it was all rust and gold as far as the eye could see, and then you’d have the snow and ice and the cold of winter.”

Rafe shivered and wrapped his arms around himself, and Deacon took a cautious step forward. Keep talking.

“One day, maybe I’ll go visit there again in the Fall, and wait for the snow and cold so I can skate again. See my family, visit with friends.”

Rafe nodded, as if he was actually listening. “Friends are good,” he muttered, and then the tension slipped away from him and his arms fell to his sides.

What happened next was Deacon’s worries come to life. Rafe turned to face him, slipped on the ice that had crept onto the grass on the bank, and began to slide toward the water.

Deacon grabbed for Rafe, any part of him, getting a solid hold of his arm and hand and yanking him back, stumbling away from the water and tumbling to the ground, Rafe a solid weight on top of him.

He didn’t want this. He didn’t want sexy, intriguing Rafe sprawled over him, laughing like an idiot. He didn’t want Rafe at the lake, or even in the same fucking state as his asshole uncle and cousins. Trying to extricate himself from the pile of limbs he was tangled in was useless. Rafe was a dead weight, and seemed to be content being wrapped around Deacon.

“Kid, you need to move,” he muttered, willing away the arousal that was zipping through his body.

Rafe snorted another laugh. “You know I’m twenty-three, right? Legal in every state, or at least I think so.”

“Get off me.” Deacon tried to buck him off, but Rafe was hard against him, and heavy, and clinging like a freaking limpet.

“I know you’ve been looking at me,” Rafe murmured, dipping his head so they were close enough that Deacon could simply lean up a little and they would be kissing.

Remember the goal.

“Kid, Jesus,” he said, in an exasperated tone, which was heavily at odds with the arousal he was feeling at having gorgeous, sexy Rafe slumped over him.

But the tone didn’t work, and Rafe wasn’t moving.

In fact, he ramped the whole thing up so it was worse than before. He peppered Deacon’s face with kisses; small touches with each word, explaining why he wasn’t a kid and Deacon should kiss him back.

For a while – seconds, hours, he didn’t know – he tried to get away from this maniac with the kissing and the laughter, and then abruptly things changed.

In a smooth move, he twisted so it was Rafe on the ground under him, abruptly quiet and looking up at Deacon, his eyes wide.

“Deacon?” he asked, his tone wary.

And Deacon kissed him.

He held Rafe’s hands to the icy ground and kissed him, pressed him hard into the mud and explored Rafe’s sexy, pouty mouth with a thoroughness that had him near to coming in his pants as they rocked against each other.

This kiss was deliberate and needy and the want of it had been building ever since he’d arrived at the Martinez place.

“Deacon!” a voice called in the darkness, and Deacon was off Rafe and up on his feet within seconds, holding out a hand to help Rafe stand. He brushed himself off, and Rafe moved back and away into the shelter of the nearest tree.

“You got your eyes on him?” Chumo asked, his tone accusing.

“Following him around the lake,” Deacon reported, then turned away from Rafe’s cousin, the least psychotic of them. “Need to go.”

Chumo spun on his heel as though that was enough for him. His dad or brother had likely told him to go look for Rafe, and his job was done. When Chumo left, Rafe stepped back out with a soft laugh.

“That was close,” he said, coming to a stop right next to Deacon, his hand brushing Deacon’s arm.

Deacon rounded on Rafe. “Don’t fucking touch me,” he spat. Rafe blinked at him, startled, hurt in his expression.

“I saw your eyes,” Rafe murmured.

“Let’s get back.” Deacon turned to walk away, but Rafe didn’t follow.

“And I felt that kiss,” he added.

“I’m not repeating myself,” Deacon snapped.

This time he sensed Rafe following, and they made their way back to the main house. Rafe said nothing and went to his room quietly. Only when Rafe was in his room did Deacon ever feel truly able to deal with his real mission; finding evidence to tie this family to terrible crimes that destroyed lives.

This family, and possibly Rafe.

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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: Deacon’s Law

Series: Heroes 03

Author: R.J. Scott

Genre: Contemporary

Length: Novel (183pgs)

ISBN: 978-1-78564-083-4

Publisher: Love Lane Books (18^th October 2017)

Heat Level: Low – Moderate

Heart Rating: ♥♥♥♥ 4 Hearts

Reviewer: Pixie

Blurb: How can you trust the man who tried to kill you?

The last thing he needs is to be dragged back in that world, but an attempt on Rafael’s life is enough to make him risk his heart again.

Purchase Link: Amazon US | Amazon UK

Review: This is another fantastic addition to the Heroes series and the characters are an excellent addition to R.J. Scott’s hot, sexy and dangerous men.

When Rafe tries to find the truth behind his mother and father’s deaths he discovers just how truly evil his mother’s family is, but as his uncle orders him killed he stares into the eyes of the man he’s fiercely attracted to, a man he wishes would help him… but who is the one holding the gun aimed at him.

Deacon is undercover trying to find the evidence to put some truly evil people behind bars for life when an innocent comes to visit, as Deacon tries to hide his attraction to the younger man he has to keep his persona intact… even if it means shooting Rafe and ending his life.

This is a great story that has unresolved tensions and an escaped madman hunting for the man he hates.

Rafe just wants the truth and for the man who caused his heartache to pay, but he falls head long into danger with no way out. Starting a new life knowing that the people responsible for his parent’s deaths are locked up or dead, helps him move forward but when the man who killed him turns up swearing to protect him he has no idea if he would ever be able to get past the fact that Deacon shot him.

Deacon can only pray that Rafe will forgive him and trust him to keep him safe, with an escaped madman wanting revenge and Rafe just surviving a hit and run ‘accident’ that Deacon doesn’t believe was an accident it would be hard enough but with Rafe hating the very sight of him Deacon knows he has an upward battle in getting the man to trust him never mind love him.

I really enjoyed this story and loved both Rafe and Deacon, both men are in a difficult position with Rafe not quite able to trust Deacon and Deacon hating the fact that he shot Rafe but knowing it was the only choice he had.

It’s not an easy journey for either man as Rafe has to try to find it within himself to forgive the man who both shot him and saved his life, while Deacon has to have patience as he protects Rafe again while trying to break through Rafe’s walls and get him to open his heart to Deacon.

This is quite an exciting story as Rafe’s pulled in all directions by his emotions and Deacon fights to break through the walls of the man he loves. R.j. Scott has yet again written a story that pulls you in and refuses to let go, we are treated to some amazing writing with interesting characters and a storyline that adds danger and love.

I recommend this to those who love stories that are filled with action and danger, who adore characters who soul search and discover forgiveness, who love two men falling in love during extreme situations, and a fantastic ending that has you hungering for more.