If running from a hit man wasn’t scary enough, ATF agent Thayne Wolfe, has a new challenge in his life and this one may be even more dangerous than the last. He has to figure out how to work with his reckless new partner, a handsome former Marine who seems to have a death wish.
Jarrett Evans never stays in one place very long and being chained to a desk doing paperwork is not his idea of entertainment. His lover and new partner at the ATF seems to find ways to throw a monkey wrench into all his fun, especially when Thayne wants to curtail his need to jump off ten story buildings.
When their boss sends them to San Diego to investigate a fireworks accident, he figures Jarrett can’t hurt anyone playing with sparkers, not even himself. The fact is, danger, intrigue and Jarrett’s dubious past seem to follow the men wherever they go.
From a Marine base at the Mexican border to an explosion in LA’s Chinatown, they aren’t prepared for a seriously pissed off militia, a smoking hot ex-lover, and more guys who want them dead.
The sparks will fly in and out of the bedroom in Flash and Bang.
“We need to get the hell out of here! Airstrike!” Thayne screamed as Adael jumped up and followed them, covering their retreat with a hail of gunfire from the automatic he held with his good hand. Thayne dragged Jarrett toward the double doors as he heard the roar of flames, a smattering of gunfire, and the sounds of dying men all around them. He tried to look Jarrett over for bleeding wounds but could only see what now appeared to be a bullet graze across Jarrett’s temple. Jesus! If that’s all there is…
Adael rushed in front of them gunning down anyone in their path as Thayne dragged his partner, running backward. He was never so grateful for anyone in his life. Thayne’s lungs were filling with smoke as they got closer to the entrance to the barn and he heard a great crash as part of the roof caved in, sending up a wall of sparks at the back of the barn. The truck with its container had been abandoned by those who’d wanted the shipment and those who’d brought it and virtually everyone else had escaped the barn or was dead.
The second they got to the double door of the barn, Thayne heard the roar of airplane engines. Out of nowhere, two more men wearing FBI vests ran up to them and grabbed Jarrett, relieving Thayne of his burden.
“Move!” One of them screamed. “Sixty seconds!” Thayne began to run, followed by Adael and the two men carrying Jarrett. They had just gotten to the tree line five hundred feet off when there was the unmistakable scream of a missile and he knew the F-18 had fired. They barely had time to duck when the entire barn and its contents went up in a massive fireball. Flames shot straight up into the sky and out at them. Thayne rolled on top of Jarrett, covering his unconscious partner with his body as the heat from the explosion reached them. He held his breath waiting for the lick of flames and the certain death he expected but after four or five heartbeats, it hadn’t come. He waited for a few seconds before raising his head to look at what was left of the barn.
“Motherfucker!” Adael said from beside him.
Thayne glanced over to him and then turned his face to look back down at Jarrett. His eyes were open as he blinked up at him. Thayne breathed a sigh of relief as Jarrett revived.
“Preach it, sistah,” Jarrett said, weakly.
“Motherfucker!” Adael repeated.
Thayne dropped his face and pressed it to the side of Jarrett’s cheek. He began to laugh.
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