Love, Trust and Secrets

by LA Bryce

Love, Trust and Secrets - LA Bryce
Editions:ePub: $ 4.99 USD
ISBN: 9781634869942
Pages: 300
ISBN: 9781697903409
Size: 5.00 x 8.00 in
Pages: 336
Kindle: $ 4.99 USD
ISBN: 9781634869942
PDF: $ 4.99 USD
ISBN: 9781634869942

For a man who’s on the run, is finding love a good enough reason to stay? And for a man who doesn’t want to leave, is a secret enough reason to walk away?

Love, Trust, and Secrets is a story whose main focus is the love between Tyler, a man on the run for a crime he didn’t commit and Jarod, an emergency room nurse who doesn’t know about Tyler’s past.

Even though a bad situation brings Tyler and Jarod together, they quickly find the good in their relationship. But when Tyler falls in love and finds the feelings returned, he is forced to question if his and Jarod’s relationship is worth risking his freedom, his life, and their hearts.

Jarod knows Tyler is hiding something. Jarod’s fear of scaring Tyler away has Jarod accepting Tyler’s silence. But instead of keeping Tyler close, Jarod’s avoidance ultimately leads to Tyler and Jarod being ripped apart.

Not sure where to turn, will Jarod be able to find Tyler in time? And even if he does, will their Love and Trust ultimately be enough to forgive the Secrets?

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Note: may contain sexually explicit scenes of a homoerotic nature.

He stayed in the shower as long as he could stand. The chilly water invigorated him and made him feel halfway human. After he finished, he got dressed, stepped to his bed, moved the covers, and picked up the phone he'd forgotten at home the night before. It wasn't a big deal since he didn't have anyone to call.

He was about to type in his work number when his finger stopped midway to the screen. A message blared in his face. He'd missed five calls. "What the fuck?" He didn't even know five people who he could have missed.

When he saw they were all from work, his heart stopped. Why would they've called him five times? Unless something's wrong. Very wrong. But that couldn't be. He'd called the restaurant the night before. He'd needed to get out and had hoped he could make a little money while working off some of the nervous energy flowing through him.


Tyler listened to the first, second, and third messages. Confused, he played the fourth and fifth. They didn't make sense. His boss had called him five different times, twice on one day and three times on another, trying to get him to come into work. It would've been a great gag if his boss had a funny bone, or if he ever laughed. Something was messed up.

Tyler turned on his little transistor radio to find out what day it was. The phone had to be wrong and his boss hallucinating. Tyler was sure the news station would know. The answer came at the same time Tyler's legs gave out, and he fell on his ass.

"How the fuck did I lose two days?" Holding his knees bent with his head folded down on them, Tyler rocked his body back and forth. "What the hell? If they'd found me, I wouldn't be here." What could have happened? Regardless of how many times he asked the question, he didn't have the answer. When he finally got it, he knew what he had to do. Where he had to go.

But first, he needed to call work and check if he still had a job. He paced the room as he dialed the phone. His breathing ragged, he took deep breaths trying to calm himself as he waited for his boss to answer. Both calls transferred to voice mail. He left a message, praying he'd hear back and the news was positive.

How could he have fucked up so badly? It was time for him to find out.

He picked up the cab closer than he should have, but right then, speed preempted stealth. He paid little attention to his surroundings, his focus on getting to where he needed to be.

At his destination, he hopped out, stomped up the path, and rang the bell. He bounced on his toes as he waited.

The door opened, a man smiled, and Tyler punched him in the face.

Tyler got two hits in before he realized the other man wasn't fighting back. Instead, the guy stood there for a moment taking what Tyler gave. Then without warning, the guy grabbed onto Tyler, holding him in a tight bear hug.

"Let me go, you motherfucker," Tyler shouted. "Haven't you done enough?"

"Calm down. Not going to let you go until you stop trying to hit me. And my name is Jarod in case you forgot." Tyler kicked out, and tried to free his arms from the hold as the other man spoke.

"I don't give a shit who you are. Let me go." Tyler's words were stuttered, his breathing too heavy.

Jarod tightened his grip. "Calm down. Stop swinging, and we can talk."

Tyler stopped moving, but his body remained tense.

Jarod still held him tight. "Relax."

"Fuck you, relax? I don't think so."

"Okay. Then just stop swinging at me, and we can go in the house and talk." Jarod's voice was too relaxed for the interaction.

It caused Tyler to become more incensed. "Fuck that. I'm not coming in your house. Why? So you can get me drunk again?" Tyler continued to try to break out of the man's hold. One hand pulled loose, and he used it to hit the guy in the face again.

"Let's call the police," Jarod yelled.

Barely hearing the words over the pounding in his ears, Tyler froze. If Jarod hadn't been holding Tyler, he would have fallen down.

Reviews: Aerielle Bondi on Goodreads wrote:

What a fantastic book!!! The title sums up this book perfectly. This is definitely more on the angsty side which I normally don’t enjoy but this was just so well written I couldn’t put it down.

Lindsay Hardin on Goodreads wrote:

This was such a good book. It is heavy on angst with multiple twists and turns to reach a happy ever after. If you enjoy a good side taste of mystery to accompany your romance this is the book for you.

About the Author

LA writes m/m romance with a splash of suspense. She loves her men to work hard, play hard and love hard. It doesn’t matter what their walk of life, although she has a special place in her heart for Military heroes, those that put their life on the line every day to keep us safe, trouble always seems to find them—whether it’s a homicidal maniac, someone with a grudge against the country, or an ex who’s seeking out revenge—my guys aren’t always faced with just fighting for love, they often have to fight for their lives.

She's a firm believer that love comes in all different packages & each should be wrapped in a ribbon & cherished

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