Shawn Murphy, a Nevada Game Warden, discovers a poacher—wild-eyed falconer Dylan Morgan. The miscreant is wounded and has lost his bird to the scorching blue skies of the Paiute Range. Shawn soon discovers how hard it is to enforce the law.
Somewhere between a flimsy cot and the scalding sun, the lawman finds himself between a hard place and another hard place. Because Shawn ends up with two poachers. One is a falconer with feral eyes who’s out to seduce him. The other is out to kill him.
- 2 To Be Read lists
Publisher: New Dawn Press
Heat Level: 5
Romantic Content: 5
Ending: Click here to reveal
Character Identities: Gay
Protagonist 1 Age: 26-35
Protagonist 2 Age: 26-35
Tropes: Criminals & Outlaws, Healing Power of Sex, Hurt / Comfort, Rescue
Word Count: 17099
Setting: Nevada high desert/mountains
Languages Available: English
Series Type: Same Universe / Various Characters
Game Warden Shawn Murphy has found an injured man and brings him to safety. Well..it would be safe, if the poacher Dylan didn't have something else on his mind.
He walked the twenty or so feet to where he’d left his holster and belt, then put them on his hips and returned to the man he’d brought back to safety.
When he lifted Dylan’s arm and held him securely against his right side, the man spoke another full sentence. “So you’re a cop.”
Close. It must’ve been the police pistol that tipped him off. “Nope. Game Warden.”
They started to walk again, back toward the truck, only a few hundred yards across the uneven and sliding surface of the ground.
“You a falconer?”
“How’d you guess?”
“Other than the one leather glove? And the leash?” He laughed. “I figure it was you shooting small game for your bird. Someone turned your ass in.”READ MORE
“Slow down, Shawn. Let’s stand a minute. No way to prove I was shooting anything.”
Shawn stopped, and the two of them stood, the sides of their bodies tight against each other as he grasped Dylan’s hand and forearm, helping keep his weight off the injured foot.
He turned his head to face the falconer. “You own a fifth wheel diesel?”
“And somewhere in that vehicle lies an air rifle?”
He grinned into wide, innocent eyes, an endless gray-blue sky. “Then your ass is grass.”
Their faces were only inches apart. Dylan was staring into his eyes, too, his mouth twitching a little at the corners.
“If my ass is grass…” He paused, and Shawn saw a small grimace of pain cross his face. Damn, the man needs to elevate the foot and eat a bunch of pain pills.
“...Then I need you to be a white-tailed buck, good and hungry.”COLLAPSE
Greebo Nauenburg on Goodreads wrote:
Short, Sweet Read
Erin O'Quinn could write a book in gibberish and I would go to my knees in dutiful praise. This one is short, sweet, and despite the fact that the instant attraction between Shawn and Dylan might cause some to raise eyebrows and roll their eyes, this is a perfect book to consume after dinner, or between lunch and dinner on the beach, or on a flight to somewhere you really don't want to go.
Buy and consume. Totally.
Oh what a great book! Great story. Great characters. Great setting.
Yes, I said "great" a lot, but that really sums up "A Hard Place". It's quite a short story, so our two main characters, Shawn and Dylan meet and fall fast and hard for each other. That's fine because it doesn't feel rushed. It feels like two men met, and fell in love at first sight. Their chemistry was hot, and their sex scenes were primal. However, just because it wasn't always tender and gentle, doesn't make them any less romantic. These guys are perfect together.
Aside from the love story, there is an underlying mystery. Someone is out in the Nevada wilderness doing something awful, and Shawn and the Nevada Fish and Game department wants to find him. I don't want to give anything else away. What my greatest hope here is, is that there will be a sequel, and soon, because I am dying to know if justice will prevail.