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- Nevada Highlander
- The Kilt Complex
- Hunter's Point
- Sleeping with Danger
- Brash Tower
- Nevada Highlander 5-Novel Box Set
A Scot and a cop... Who's on whose tail?
Rory Drummond and Alex Dominguez are an unlikely pair…a bigger-than-life Scot with an immense appetite for sex and adventure meets a shy Nevada State Trooper who’s been thrust into the job of “baby-sitting” him during a big game hunt in the mountains of Nevada.
What could go wrong? More important, what could go right?
In the space of five novels, their union morphs from intense sex to deep love; and humdrum existence changes into solving crimes-and relishing the adventure, from Nevada to Scotland. The full novels are Nevada Highlander, The Kilt Complex, Hunter’s Point, Sleeping with Danger, and Brash Tower.
Come for the erotica…stay for the love story and the heart-rattling action…in five full novels for the price of two!
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Publisher: New Dawn Press
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Pairings: M-M
Heat Level: 4
Romantic Content: 4
Ending: Click here to reveal
Character Identities: Gay
Protagonist 1 Age: 26-35
Protagonist 2 Age: 18-25
Tropes: Alpha Character, Class Differences, Criminals & Outlaws, Cultural Differences, Death of Parent, Interracial Relationship, Most Mindblowing Sex Ever, Opposites Attract, Pets Are 'Portant, Queer Wedding
Word Count: 289652
Setting: Nevada and Scotland
Languages Available: English
Series Type: Continuous / Same Characters
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- From Nevada Highlader, chapter eleven: "Herding Cats, Taking Baths"
Alex and Rory are on a big game hunt, bedded in a tiny cabin with a thimble-sized tub...
Alex stripped and entered the tiny bathroom while Rory was standing at the toilet, hardly more than a cast iron bowl with a flusher.
“Back off, lad. D’you want me to piss on the ceiling?”
Alex grinned as he rubbed his balls along Rory’s naked bum trying to get around him, then stood regarding the grand bath, no more than a washtub on legs. “We have cold water to stand in, Rory, while we do a PTA.”
“I am loath to ask.”
“Pricks, tits, and armpits.”
“Now?”
“Now.”
He leaned into the metal contraption fitted with just one faucet and a plug. He put the stopper in the drain and turned on the water. Letting the cold water run, he managed to turn in the small space and began to unbutton Rory’s shirt from behind while his lover was still trying to empty his bladder, somehow, with Alex’s fingers on his nipples.
“I have ways of wreaking vengeance, lad.”
“You’ll thank me later.” He continued halfway unbuttoning and halfway tweaking his lover’s rock-hard nipples, until Rory turned and snagged his lower lip with his teeth, letting his Levi’s fall to his knees.
“Goddamn you, Alex...” Rory drew him to his chest, biting until Alex tasted blood, savoring the coppery taste, already rigid as a rod in spite of the chill in the room.
Climbing into the tub, he challenged the other man. “Get naked.”
“Too foogin cold, lad.”
Why did he feel a sudden boldness, a looseness of tongue, with this sexy man? “Rory. When I kiss your ass, I want a fresh pucker in return. And you’ll get the same from me. Okay?” He turned his face a little, feeling the flush in his cheeks, yet determined to say even more later, in bed. Rubbing soap on his cock, slicking it up to his asshole and over his balls, he continued upward to his chest, under his arms, back to his groin. When he was thoroughly lathered, he bent and ran a small washcloth through the running water, wincing as he let the ice cold water hit all the soaped places. Then he bent again and removed the stopper.
He climbed back out with shriveled balls and small drooping cock and eyed Rory, bare-ass naked, standing with his arms crossed over his huge chest, legs apart, his giant cock rearing from its tangle of red curls.
“Your turn to lose that swag, highlander. Get in.”
“The reward is too much to pass by, Alejo.” His companion moved his mouth in altogether a devilish twist and repeated Alex’s moves: run the water, stand in tub, soap up and rinse off.
Alex stood at the doorway rubbing down with a thin towel, letting the space heater warm his flesh and the sight of Rory Drummond warm him from the inside out. The man hadn’t lost a trace of his erection, even in the balls-numbing cold of the water. He stood with rivers of water streaming down his muscled chest, through the hairs of his groin and legs, back into the washtub.
“Tell me, Alex. What is ‘swag’?”
“What you have in spades, Rory. Come here.”
2. From The Kilt Complex, chapter five, "The Parable"
Alex tries to explain the importance of manual labor to his lover Rory, who was born into wealth and position.
“Explain that. About earning your way. Last night you said, ‘earning your keep,’ before I brushed you off. Sorry I did that.”
Alex could not believe this was Rory, his “my way or the highway” lover who rarely allowed him to assert the upper hand, and who even more rarely apologized. For anything.
“Actually, Rory, it didn’t dawn on me you wouldn’t know. But a man who never had to work…someone born into wealth… Shit, it makes sense you wouldn’t have a clue about the meaning of work. Not your fault.”
He found himself running his thumbs along Rory’s inside thighs, next to his testicles, feeling more horny by the second as he spoke and touched.
“Imagine this. There’s a man in the desert, snake-bit, no remedy in sight. And then you walk onto the scene, whip out your anti-venom, apply it to the poor sonofabitch, and then you carry him to a place of healing. That’s how it feels to have a job. Doing a thing…maybe for yourself, maybe for someone else…something that makes you hold your head high and feel proud just to be alive.”
Rory’s head was back, his eyes closed, his prick crowding the Levi’s. “Tell me more, lad. I need to know.”
“Then lie back all the way. And just listen, okay?”
He saw Rory nod, then collapse back on the carpet with his arms spread and his legs open, responding to the way his thumbs inscribed circles and loops on the denims stretched over his lump of testicles. He leaned forward and slid the metal button from its hole, then slowly unzipped the Levi’s. He’d never told Rory—and maybe he never would— but that singular act was as arousing as any goddamn thing he could do to his sexy lover. He fucking loved the way Rory’s huge dick always spilled out, often tipped in a sheen of early cum, sometimes moving of its own accord, but always stiff and ready. Maybe tied with that act was tenting his head inside the man’s kilt… But he’d save that pleasure for later.
“Okay, Rory. Imagine you are lying helpless on the carpet, bare as a new-born baby.” As he spoke, Alex began to pull the denims off his hips, down his thighs, while Rory jumped and bucked under the slow process. His lover’s low moan fired him all the way up his butt, and he knelt low to talk directly into the cock.
A strangled moan answered him, and Alex grinned in lust and expectation. Rory really was listening to him, and he meant to tell him something very important.
“Someone comes along, someone different from any man you’ve ever known. He sneaks up like an outlaw and takes something very precious to you. He steals your heart. And then he leaves.”
He rose to his feet. “Don’t move. I’m not finished.” He kicked out of the boots, unbuckled his jeans and slid them down to his calves and completely off, then squatted damn near on top of Rory’s moving cock. He rubbed the tip around the entrance to his asshole, then moved up until it was in his lover’s face. “Suck my asshole. Make it wet.”
3. From Hunter's Point, chapter 1, "Wildlife"
Rory can't sleep this night, worried about buying a ring for the man he loves and admitting his worst-kept secret...
He shifted his butt a little more into the lump of his lover’s crotch, rewarded by its feeble awakening and a hitch in Alex’s breathing.
“Rory.” The tone was gravelly, furred with sleep.
“Love.” He pushed subtly deeper.
“Time izzit?”
“Get some sleep, Alejo.”
“You’re a slut.”
He grinned into the dark. “Shower in my tub today?”
Warm, wet lips moved on the nape of his neck. “Shower you right now…bad boy…if you’re not careful.”
“Och, foog… ”
Silken fire lashed the crack of his ass.
“Wet me first, Alejo.”
“If you’re lucky, Laird Drummond.”
He knew Alex kept lube under his pillow. Holding his breath and spreading his legs, he waited, his ass hoisted in a mute plea for entrance. In a few moves, the man’s slick tongue was lapping his cleft, thrusting into the hole, traveling low to the taint. What heaven had he died and gone to? What angel was strumming his innermost secrets, demanding he gurgle and cry out in pure bloody joy?
Fingers slathered in lube stroked and pushed, pulled out, rammed deep into him, an ecstatic dervish of movement, then slowed and stroked, until he almost sobbed in anticipation.
Never, never, stop.
Alejo’s thick cock slid into his asshole a few inches. Withdrew, entered again. Slow and easy, deeper with each thrust, until his entire body went stiff in expectation.
The long caress on his sweet spot, the rush of cum, rhythmic clenching of his anal muscles on Alejo’s ramrod prick… The moment of absolute ecstasy, feeling his lover’s hot juice exploding inside and then running down his thighs… He collapsed in a paroxysm of intense pleasure, shaking like a kid.
“Get some sleep, Rory.”
And this time, by God, he did
4. From Sleeping with Danger, chapter 12
Both men are upset to find traces of violence to a family friend...and they take their anger and anguish out on each other.
Their kiss was savage. Alex seized his lower lip and bit, hard, while gripping his hair at the scalp. Surprised, Rory grabbed his wrists; but his lover, wild and struggling, would not let go. Dropping to his knees, he sank onto the sleeping bag, bringing Alex down with him.
You want blood, lad? I’ll give you blood.
Seizing his upper arms, he forced the struggling man onto his stomach and sat on him. Panting and cursing, he leaned over Alex’s back and sank his teeth into the muscle mass over his shoulder blade while holding the straining butt cheeks in the vise of his thighs.
He moaned with the pleasure of the coppery tang in his mouth and the guttural shout from the one underneath him, astonished at the weight of his erection, loving the fierce tight urgency of his own balls, ready to explode all over the man’s goddamn back.
“I swear my cock will rip your ass in two, Alex. Stop fighting me.”
Alex’s buttocks stopped bucking. Off guard, he leaned down to tongue the asshole. Alex exploded in a cyclone of cursing, rearing, trying to roll over, failing, cursing more.
“Chíngate! Fuck you, leave me alone!” He was sobbing, shouting, feral in his anger…so irresistible Rory almost shot cum before his cock could find a hot home inside his ass.
And when he found the hole, he rammed. Hard. Relentless, angry now too, he laughed and wept at the same time.
“Fuck you too, corazón, you bastard, you fucking hot-ass, fuck you all the way to your goddamn tailbone.”
They both came in a hoarse, wordless torrent of bloody spit and cum.
After a very long time, he heard Alex mutter, “Your father will kill us both when he sees this sleeping bag.”
5. From Brash Tower, chapter 4: Celebration and Discovery
Alex knew full well that Rory Drummond could hold his drink. Big man, huge tolerance. He also knew the few times the man got drunk were times of high emotional turmoil—the days following his heart-shattering departure from Nevada, when he thought Alex had betrayed him…the night they both drowned their insecurities in wine, tangled in a sad mystery and in their fears of the vulnerable, uncertain future.
So he didn’t have to guess what had prompted Rory’s reaction to a fine whisky last night. Another birthday, another year ahead full of promise and peril. Ah, and maybe the thought of losing his good looks, his sexual vitality, his keen edge.
Alex felt the same about his own birthday, which he hadn’t mentioned last April. For damn sure, he wouldn’t tell Rory the date, because for fucking-A certain he didn’t need to confront his own mortality. Not yet. He’d wait until after their marriage, some quiet night in some rosy future when the demons had ebbed into oblivion…
He followed his lover up the long winding stairwell in their tower house, watching the butt muscles flex under Rory’s tight Levi’s. Climbing those rough stones, feeling the walls become closer and closer, his mind flicked back to a time eight months ago…a close encounter with a killer on the steps of a steel nautilus called Montrose Lighthouse…
That day, he was being pursued. Today, he was the pursuer.
He and the Great Scot never seemed to run out of variations on the theme of satisfying sex. Today, Alex knew he’d be the dominant partner. Tight, dark walls…groans of pleasure…reaching high and deep… Electric jolts jittered through his prick.
“To the privy,” he ordered, prodding the denim covered ass.
“Too bloody cold for that.”
At the second story landing, he stood and let his tongue explore Rory’s ear. “This hot boy wants something deeper than your ear, damn it.”
“Too bad, amigo.”
“You heard me. Off with the fucking Levi’s.” From behind, he unbuttoned and unzipped them, then tried to slide them down a cock grown too big for the britches.
Laughing, he faced Rory. “I know. The cold water will speak harsh words to the Kracken. But I already took a shower. Your turn. Time to clean the cave before I tame the monster.”
“Ye mean try to tame it, asshole.” Rory pulled him close. “No. Sodding. Shower. Take me right here on the rocks, if ye can. But no bloody cold damn water.”
The idea that bubbled up in his brain was a wicked one, and it made Alex break into a humorless grin. Both hands on Rory’s hips, he glared into the green pools and snarled. “I don’t want you to end up in a broken heap at the foot of these freaking stairs, Rory. So how about you take off those blue jeans and lie in the bedroom? Face down. I’ll be right back.”
“No shower?”
“No cold water,” he corrected on his way back downstairs.
COLLAPSE
Pinkerbell Rex on Amazon wrote:Nevada Highlander: I have recently become insatiable when it comes to Erin O'Quinn's writing...I just can't get enough, or find enough time to read with the depth that her work deserves. Erin has an enormous talent for description without overstatement, something I truly appreciate. It's a fine line that exceptional authors master.
In Nevada Highlander, as in Burns Too Deep, engagement with the characters and the setting is immediate and they resonate deeply throughout the story. Despite the fact that some readers are skeptical about "insta-love" in stories, it IS possible, and it's powerful. Whether the love is lasting or not, in the moment it IS true love - the emotions don't lie. As in every loving relationship, Alex & Rory's immediate attraction is the spark, the loving feelings that develop over their short time together are true; but genuine loving intimacy eludes them, because each holds a bit of himself back for very good, albeit a bit misguided reasons.
The feelings between the two principal characters are completely relatable - the hunger, the desperation, the fear, the doubt, and the ultimate yearning is beautifully expressed throughout, taking the reader on a truly emotional journey. The rugged, rural wilderness setting and the gritty "feel" of the locale comes alive in every scene. When it comes to the overpowering sexual chemistry, the tension between the two men - and their ultimate lovemaking - literally explodes off the page (no pun intended, but it is what it is)...
Of course, the root of this story - as in all of life's relationships - is all about trust. Any kind of deception, whether 'mandated' as it is in this case by the governor, or whether it results from the fear of rejection, as it is with Rory, inevitably comes back to haunt the deceiver - and this story is no different. Secrets hold each character in emotional check; and in the absence of honesty, each eventually suffers unspeakable pain. Their immediate attraction is a powerful and overwhelming to them both; each knows that their time together is short, and they also know that their future - if there is one - is uncertain, at best. Nothing less than the ultimate leap of faith will tell them whether or not they can trust their own hearts, or trust in the heart of the other. If theirs is truly the love of a lifetime, it will be tested again and again...and I expect that in the sequel (The Kilt Complex).
Nevada Highlander is an intimate journey, powerful in its simplicity, evoking all of the emotions readers crave - humor, sensuality, raw lust, suspense, fear, doubt, sadness and joy. The pace is perfect to convey the urgency of the story and leave the reader wanting more. The Kilt Complex is waiting on my e-reader and I can't wait to lose myself in these characters again.
Susan Wilson on Amazon wrote:The Kilt Complex: This amazing sequel to the sexy 'Nevada Highlander' brought a sting to my eyes from its second page on. Although I shed not a tear until its end, my eyes were moist with wonder and delight throughout the entire read. I scarce know where to begin, the beauty of the written words, which brought the aroma of Scottish heather, lavender, thistle and the North sea to my olfactory mind—or the exquisitely balanced, fiery romance between virile lovers Rory, a Scottish laird, and Alex, a Nevada [native], who test the bounds of their newfound love by sleuthing out the perpetrators of several dangerous crimes.
This story starts several days after the ending of the previous book in which the estranged lovers had reunited in Scotland. After days of hot sex and hot baths, with brief bouts of feeding to maintain their vigorous lovemaking, Alex finds he needs to assert himself lest Rory “keep him” tied to his bedroom forever. Alex fears that soon he won’t want to leave the warm, cozy place with its exquisite banquet of Rory, Rory, and more Rory. Determined to earn his keep, Alex decides he needs a job and a space apart from Rory to figure out what their love means to his future. But how to break the news to the generous, indomitable yet fragile Rory—without shattering the man’s heart?
Rory Drummond knows that he wants Alex always and forever, but is finding it increasingly difficult to untwist his tongue to tell his lover. Suppose Alex doesn’t feel the same way? And why would Alex believe him given Rory’s “cum and go” record of travelling the world and taking his lovers lightly? Plus, Rory cannot understand Alex’s need to be independent and work for a living. Now that they are together, what Rory has is Alex’s—cannot the man see that? Determined to gain an understanding of the deeper needs of his lover, Rory catches a break when the two men find clues to opposite ends of the same crime. Will working together to solve the riddle of the stray wolfhound and the mysterious body found on the local sea cliff bring Rory closer to the alien part of his lover? Will it create a deeper trust that allows Rory to speak his love to Alex and ask that he stay with him always?
What follows is a crisp, colorful mix of romance, intimacy, and adventure, set amidst the picturesque backdrop of the Scotland wilds and its quaint local townships. Rich with the quiet heartfelt voices of both men who struggle to come to terms with the tender fragility of their relationship, the story’s mystery is intriguing and highly engaging. Each clue as to the identity of the unclaimed body and beautiful wolfhound reveals yet another twist in an ever-deepening scheme of greed, blackmail, and murder. I loved the individuality of the petty criminals and local characters I met as Alex and Rory follow the trail of a dangerous foe, a mastermind ballsy enough to conceal himself in plain sight.
The inclusion of Rory’s family members and the character of Alan, his steward, provided a lovely warmth and delicious humor to the tale. The character of “Wee Willie,” a local chap who cooks “smokies” of smoked haddock on the cliffs, added to the enchanting visuals of local life in the quaint villages of Scotland. Add in the stormy, tumultuous romance, the sizzling sex of two infatuated men and…my God, a kilt scene to die for, and this book is a fulfilling feast for the senses.
The language of the writing is poetic and lyrical, music to my ears and fodder for my brain. I applaud Erin O’Quinn for her ever heightening and masterful skill at painting vivid images with a few choice words. This gift she has is chiefly responsible for the sting in my eyes. My mind, ever hungry for engagement found much to revel in—short cryptic codes to decipher, subtle phraseologies that translate a wealth of information, charming witticisms that brought a smile, much laughter, and a multitude of rereads at the wonder of the magic…her magic...a gift indeed.
Thank you, Erin O’Quinn, I feel so lucky to experience your stories, ever enjoyable and so inspiring.
“Sensual, Romantic, Sizzler!”
Bo on Amazon wrote:Hunter's Point: The moment I see that Erin O ‘Quinn has a new book out, the smile begins. I know I’m going to spend time immersed in a fully realized world with strong characters who may shy away from issues of the heart, but will never back down from danger and solving complex mysteries. Hunter’s Point, the third book following the Scots laird Rory Drummond and the Nevadan cop Alex Dominguez, does not disappoint.
A cufflink and a shoe found during a walk on the shore suggest something may be amiss, especially when Police Scotland inform Alex, a Special Constable, that there is indeed a missing man from the area, a man with the same initials as found on the cufflink. Alex and Rory are off on the chase.
But the course of true crime, like the course of true love, doesn’t run smooth. The found items cannot belong to the lost man. While puzzling over that, Rory struggles with the conflict between his natural tendency to dominate Alex completely and his newly-gained understanding of Alex’s need for self-reliance. As they continue the investigation, Rory is blindsided by his past, events he has never fully faced, much less dealt with. Only when Alex brings the criminals to justice, only when Rory understands how the trauma of the past has molded the man he is today, can the two come to terms with the shape of their future together.
Don’t miss this intense, and intensely hot, novel of troubled past, deadly crime and fiery passion that’s at one and the same time, a satisfying completion to the story of Rory and Alex and an open door to more of them.
Tim Brehme on Amazon wrote:Sleeping with Danger: You could not think of a more unlikely pair than Nevada cop-detective Alex Dominguez and laird-of-the-manor-in-waiting Rory Drummond not only because of their cultural differences but also of their occasional self-doubts about being worthy of each other.
Forget that illusion. This is a wonderfully drawn couple best shown on the cover of the first book in this series--two super hot, and always horny, young buffs who get into troubles you cannot imagine and then involve a whole slew of sometimes wonderful and sometimes strange and sometimes vicious characters in their personal and professional lives. This tendency leads to a series which is full of adventure, some nasty encounters, and a ton of sex in a wide variety of places.
This mix is Erin Quinn's forte, and in this one she underscores her superior writing and plotting talents once again. The plot here is typically off the wall but in so many twists and turns O'Quinn surprises us with hidden clues, and hidden motives and desires that in one or two cases may surprise you. She even tosses in a name from another series in a tongue-in-cheek way that made me chuckle. (Sneaky, Ms. O'Quinn!)
I had an inkling of one or two plot twists but they did not match the way things developed--which is the hallmark of a wonderful tale spinner. And her writing, even to the extent that she mixes a great deal of Scottish/Celtic language (and some Spanish) into her narrative, never fails to excite and delight.
Get this book--but if you haven't read the others, start at the beginning. You will not be find a better series of its type any time soon.
Brash Tower: This 5th book in the Nevada Highlander series is every bit as good as the 4 previous installments. The story is intricately plotted with well developed characters both good and bad. It has crime, punishment and romance. I could hardly put it down. It is Erin O'Quinn at her finest!
This box set provides five full novels for the price of two! This is my best-read and most-reviewed contemporary series, along with the retro Gaslight Mysteries.
