Title: Fire and Flint
Author: Andrew Grey
Series: Carlisle Deputies #1
Genre: M/M
Contemporary Romance
Publisher: Dreamspinner
Press
Release Date: Dec 8 2017
Edition/Formats Available In: eBook & Print
Blurb/Synopsis:
Jordan Erichsohn suspects something is rotten about his
boss, Judge Crawford. Unfortunately he has nowhere to turn and doubts anyone
will believe his claims—least of all the handsome deputy, Pierre Ravelle, who
has been assigned to protect the judge receiving the threatening letters. The
judge has a long reach, and if he finds out Jordan’s turned on him, he might
impede Jordan adopting his son, Jeremiah.
When Jordan can no longer stay silent, he gathers his
courage and tells Pierre what he knows. To his surprise and relief, Pierre believes
him, and Jordan finds an ally… and maybe more. Pierre vows to do what it takes
to protect Jordan and Jeremiah and see justice done. He’s willing to fight for
the man he’s growing to love and the family he’s starting to think of as his
own. But Crawford is a powerful and dangerous enemy, and he’s not above ripping
apart everything Jordan and Pierre are trying to build in order to save
himself….
Will their fledgling romance dissipate like fog in the sun
before it has a chance to burn bright?
“Not particularly. Your main task is to let me continue to
do my job and to ensure I remain safe. I have private security arranged for my
home and commute.”
Pierre nodded, and the judge gave him the information for
the firm so Pierre could coordinate with them. He needed to try to find the
source of the letters—which was going to be a difficult task, given how very
little there was to go on—and to make sure Judge Crawford had the extra
security he seemed to think he needed. The building itself was already secured,
with all visitors and employees passing through metal detectors and all their
bags X-rayed so nothing dangerous got inside. But if someone was intent on
causing harm, they didn’t necessarily need a weapon.
“Please work with Jordan. He can give you any information
and support you might need.” Judge Crawford turned to the clock on his desk. “I
have to be in court in ten minutes.” Any additional information was going to
have to come from Jordan, as Judge Crawford’s expression hardened and he turned
to his computer. Pierre knew he was dismissed. He left the judge’s chambers and
closed the door behind him.
“He’s a peach, isn’t he?” Jordan said in the same tone that
he might use to ask about the weather. The judge’s behavior was just a part of
Jordan’s everyday work, it seemed.
“Intense” was about the nicest thing Pierre could come up
with.
“Judge Crawford isn’t a morning person, and he always needs
some time to get ready for court.” Jordan stood and filled a mug from the
coffeepot in the corner. He then carried it into the judge’s chambers and
returned with an empty mug. “Sometimes I swear he mainlines the stuff.” Jordan
rinsed the mug and took his seat once again. “I need to make sure he has
everything he requires for his day, and then I can go over anything you want.”
He hurried into the office, and Pierre watched him go with pointed interest.
Pierre sat back down. He reminded himself that he was
working and had to keep his mind on the task at hand, not let it wander to the
delicious paralegal who seemed to check all the boxes for the type of man he
preferred: lanky, with great eyes, and a backside that bobbed perfectly with
each step and made him feel disappointed when Jordan closed the door behind
him.
