Club Evolve

by J. Hali Steele

Club Evolve - J. Hali Steele
Editions:Kindle - 1: $ 5.99
Pages: 294

Fix Me—Book 1

One night more was one too many.

Zedidiah Mandrake lived for one-night stands. Screw them and leave them is his motto and it worked—until he took Kerr Carmichael home.

Sex After Mass—Book 2

Bending rules lead to such hard things!

Father Lance Condroit made up his mind to do what he vowed never to do again.

Boy is Pretty—Book 3

How do you give back what you asked for?

Somewhere in Los Angeles is a place Pierce James can seek what he desires. He only had to find it and hope the face and voice of Sanders Cain didn’t go there with him.

Philadelphia Love—Book 4

We are rarely proud when we are alone. -- Voltaire

Philadelphia was jam packed for the fiftieth anniversary of the LGBT Civil Rights Movement and Independence Day. One face Cooper Lawson would look for in the crowd would not be there. Elliot Binder had had enough. Oh, well.

Coming to Stay—Book 5

What he looks like is not what he is!

Due to Evolve’s strict dress code, Jim Heights lands the unenviable responsibility of getting rid of Lodge Davidson, a tattoo riddled biker in leather.

Not Hardly Soft—Book 6

Touched softly, unbreakable will shatter!

Anthony Calhoun, white, prim, and proper is no pushover so unless gorgeous black, and very debonair, Gunner Bonds can handle business, he better step off.

See Me in the Dark— Book 7 - BONUS BOOK

Scars so deep—will they destroy his soul?

Preston Woodley hides his scars. It’s been nearly a decade since a lover saw or felt them. Robert ‘War’ Warren has seen it all and he’s doled out enough payback.

Publisher: Independently Published
Pairings: MM
Heat Level: 5
Romantic Content: 4
Ending: Click here to reveal
Character Identities: Gay
Protagonist 1 Age: 26-35
Protagonist 2 Age: 36-45
Tropes: Badass Hero, Enemies to Lovers, Everyone is Queer, Forbidden Love, Healing Power of Sex, Hurt / Comfort, Interracial Relationship, Love Can Heal / Redemption, One Night Stand
Word Count: 79200
Setting: USA, California, Los Angeles
Languages Available: English
Series Type: Same Universe / Various Characters

See Me in the Dark - (Book 7)

Scars so deep—will they destroy his soul?

Preston Woodley hid his scars from the world. It’s been nearly a decade since a lover has seen or felt them. He only comes alive in the dark, on his back. Pres never allows anyone to touch him there. He longs to find someone who sees him for the man he is and not a monster shaped by a horrible accident in his past.

Robert ‘War’ Warren, recruited into the biker lifestyle early, has not only committed crimes, he’s been stabbed and shot. War has seen and done it all and he doled out enough payback to earn a brief stint in jail. Scrambling to have more, he’s reached a pinnacle of success and now seeks peace. What he used to be, what he could easily become again, may ruin his life forever.


“Name’s Lodge. Would you be able to move to another booth or table? This one should have held a reserved sign.”


Standing, Preston said, “Sure. My beer hasn’t…”

“It’s good, LD. I don’t mind if he stays.” Robert Warren allowed his eyes to take the man in for the second time tonight. Something about him. “Didn’t mean to damn near knock you over earlier.”

“I probably shouldn’t have blocked the entrance. My names Preston.”

“Call me War.”

“Jesus, man, you don’t introduce yourself to someone you barreled over running late and then tell him to call you War.”

“Why not?”

“You don’t know him like that.”

War let his eyes rake the stranger’s face and body once more. “I want to know him like that.”

“We’re not going to get this settled tonight, are we?”

“LD, I’m already working for you. If you require it on paper, we can hash out particulars another time.” He watched his friend eyeball Preston. “Okay?”

“Tomorrow. My shop. That order can’t wait.”

“For one of those rubs you cater to?”

“Rich urban bikers are loaded with cash.”

“And will help pay for that two-million-dollar monstrosity you had built. I get it. Tomorrow I’ll drop by Custom Deviations. Now, Blondie’s cutting eyes this way because you’re lingering. I’m not responsible for the fall out.”

“Christ, War, do you have to always be a bastard?”

“As I remember, in Philadelphia, you weren’t that much better.”

“Tomorrow. Ten AM sharp.”

“Make that noon and we got a deal.”


LD walked away finally giving War a chance to really meet Preston. Seeing as his drink hadn’t arrived, War flagged down a waiter. “Can you put a rush on…” He turned to Preston. “Have a seat. You said beer?” War told the server, “Bring two of those east coast lagers and that’ll be all for now.”

“Thanks, I haven’t waited long.”

You shouldn’t wait at all.” Their beers arrived and War smiled when Preston waved away the glass and tilted the bottle up. “Damn. I like that.”


“Your mouth.”

“Excuse me?”

“You didn’t come here for beer because unless you order the right brand, it all tastes like piss.” When Preston pushed his bottle away and stood, War leaned closer. “I won’t ask you to stay but I sure as hell would like you to. One thing you should know is I don’t play games.”

“I have no intention of starting anything.”

“You sure about that?” Leaning back, he studied the man. Brown hair neatly trimmed curled above his collar and eyes the color of cognac continued to observe War. The navy suit was cut to fit nobody’s ass but his and fingernails were recently manicured. War liked a man who took care of himself. He also appreciated that his build was just shy of athletic and not bound in muscle. “Is this your first time at Evolve?”

“I moved here from Detroit a month ago.”

“Let me guess? You didn’t live within five miles of that city on any side. I’d say Bloomfield Hills, maybe Birmingham.”

“You know the area?”

“Went to Kettering.” Preston’s forehead scrunched and eyes reflected doubt before changing to surprise and for some reason, it pissed War off. He knew Preston’s type. Superior. Better than. “On second thought, you can run along now.”

“I wanted a beer not a rude dissection by a biker.”

“When I dissect your ass, you’ll know it.” War rose and stepped close enough for his boot toes to touch shiny oxfords. “Maybe next time I’ll show you what I mean.” He walked away leaving Preston stand there and hoped like hell the jackass took another swallow of beer and choked on it.


About the Author

J. Hali Steele wishes she could grow fur, wings, or fangs, so she can stay warm, fly, or just plain bite the crap out of... Well, she can't do those things but she wishes she could! Multi-published author of Romance including Contemporary, LGBTQ, Paranormal, and ReligErotica stories where humans, vampyres, shapeshifters and angels often collide—they collide a lot! When J. Hali's not writing or reading, she can be found snuggled in front of the TV with a cat in her lap, and a cup of coffee.

My Quotes:

Growl and roar—it's okay to let the beast out. – J. Hali Steele

Death is overrated as punishment. – J. Hali Steele (from The Descendants)

Life is complicated, it’s loud, death arrives silently. – J. Hali Steele (from Twice the Burn)

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