- Undercover Star
A lonely detective. A frustrated pop star. Neither expected romance to be on the playlist.
Lonely, frustrated and buried in work, Detective Inspector Josh Ingram never expected a new partner. Nor does he have any idea why he's forced on a stakeout with a pretty-boy pop idol. As they work together to stop an art thief from robbing an exclusive charity gala, Josh learns that opposites attract… and repel.
Matisse Vervein never got comfortable with stardom. He hasn't even shown the world who he truly is by coming out of the closet. But when he's reluctantly thrown together with a prickly detective, Matisse finds himself dealing with his own prejudices and their simmering attraction.
When the thief slips through the partners' hands, Josh and Matisse must take up the chase together. As their mutual resentment dials up, so does their passion. To catch the thief and have an honest chance at love, the unlikely pair may have no choice but to come clean and trust their feelings.
Undercover Star is an entertaining contemporary MM action adventure romance. If you like red-hot page-turners, quirky romantic pairings, and attraction with attitude, then you'll love Jackie Keswick’s sizzling story.
Buy Undercover Star to discover a runaway romantic romp today!
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Heat Level: 4
Romantic Content: 4
Ending: Click here to reveal
Character Identities: Gay
Protagonist 1 Age: 26-35
Protagonist 2 Age: 26-35
Tropes: Badass Hero, Coming Out / Closeted, Famous / Not Famous, Out for You
Word Count: 41000
Setting: England, Scotland, London
Languages Available: English
"Are you insane?" Matisse Vervein stared at the man on the other side of the desk, convinced he couldn't have heard what he thought he had.
His day had begun normally enough until a cop had pulled him over right outside New Scotland Yard and told him he'd been speeding. Matisse had no idea whether that was true or not. He'd been too engrossed listening to the track coming from the Land Rover's sound system to watch the numbers on the dashboard. Never having had a speeding ticket before, Matisse had expected to get away with a slap on the wrist. Instead, the officer had asked him to step out of his car and follow.
He'd been led deep into the famous building, until he ended up in a small, tidy office, where a middle-aged man in a suit introduced himself as Detective Superintendent Timothy Montgomery and offered him a seat.READ MORE
Montgomery had a friendly smile, and the twinkle in his deep blue eyes could pass for reassuring. He'd confirmed Matisse's identity, but made no mention of speeding fines. Instead, he'd opened his mouth and—
"Did you just ask me to go undercover?" Matisse's voice rose to something close to a screech, but he didn't care. He was a singer, a pop star with a fanbase of millions. He had minders, assistants, stylists, and personal shoppers. He didn't… didn't….
"I did ask you that, yes." Montgomery didn't bat an eyelash at his outrage. "Though I didn't quite mean it the way you heard it. We're hunting an art thief who snatches jewellery, often during promotional events or fundraisers. You're a star. You're at home in the environment our thief operates in and you're known to support the arts. Nobody will question your presence at a charity gala. And we could use your help."
"You are insane." Matisse didn't care that he was insulting a senior police officer. The very idea was ludicrous. "I know nothing about police work. I know nothing about how thieves work. I—"
"We wouldn't send you to do this alone," Montgomery placated. "That's not how we work. Why don't you let me introduce you to your… partner?"
Right on cue, the door opened and a man stepped through. Matisse took in brown curls, chocolate-dark eyes, a perfect cupid-bow of a mouth… and his hands started to sweat. His breath caught at the sight of wide shoulders in a rumpled Henley and well-worn denim moulded to strong legs. When the man turned to close the door, one look at the tightest arse this side of Covent Garden sealed the deal.
Matisse was officially, royally, fucked.
Not that the detective super took any notice. He waved the newcomer closer and grinned like the cat that'd gotten the canary. "Come in and meet the rock star, Josh." He turned to Matisse. "This is Detective Inspector Josh Ingram. He's leading this case."
Matisse rubbed his palms over his thighs, glad he'd dressed himself this morning and wasn't wearing leather. Sweaty palms were embarrassing enough. Damp streaks down his thighs would be— He stood and held out his hand. "Matisse Vervein. And I don't do rock."
"That's a shame."
Josh Ingram's throaty rumble was as sexy as his arse. He was half a head taller than Matisse and a good bit wider. Older, too, and he loomed in an enticing way. Matisse wanted to be—
Matisse cut that thought short.
He wasn't out. He couldn't be out, doing what he did. And he had no idea whether the walking beefcake in front of him shared his inclination. Given the way he looked at Matisse, as if Matisse were dirt on his scuffed Doc Martens, chances weren't good.
"You like rock? I like rock. I can do rock—I sometimes do—but it's not what most of my fans want to hear." The intense gaze didn't move from his face, and Matisse wanted to hide. Great. Now he was babbling.
"Relax. I don't bite."
That's a shame. Matisse opened his mouth. And closed it again without emitting any sound. Josh Ingram's grip circled his bicep and returned him to his chair. Matisse kept his eyes down. He'd almost outed himself. A replica of Josh's comment had been on the tip of his tongue, ready to spill forth in response. That couldn't happen. He couldn't let it happen.
Desperate to control a situation careening off the rails, Matisse reached for his star persona. His hands were in his lap, his back didn't touch the chair, and neither his voice nor his face gave anything away. "Asking me to help the police is ludicrous. But still... go ahead and talk. I can listen."COLLAPSE