Release Date: 03/2009
Publisher: Amber Allure
Publisher Link: http://www.amberquill.com/AmberAllure/CopperheadRoad.html
Blurb: Everyone in Bay Mignon knows the Truitts are white-trash bad news, generations of moon-shiners and drug runners, and none more so than handsome Bolt Truitt. Rumor insists some of the fifteen years he’s been away were spent in prison. Cameron Fontaine knows that’s true. But he also knows the town doesn’t know the real Bolt. Cameron does. He’s loved Bolt since they were both kids, just discovering life and each other. Even though fate ripped them apart, Cameron never stopped believing in Bolt, never stopped loving him. And his heart swears Bolt’s different, the drug dealing left in the past. No matter his other sins, Bolt has never lied to Cameron. Until now. Evidence, words from Bolt’s own lips, shatter Cameron’s trust and his heart. Still, a lifetime of love, even separated for so long, can't just be set aside. Though he can't trust Bolt any more, Cameron will risk everything to see his lover safe...even his life...
Sherriff Coons and all those wonderfully sympathetic bastards weren’t going to take Bolt away from him. It had happened once; separating them, ripping away half Cameron’s soul. He wouldn’t live like that again.
“I won’t stay away.” Cameron glared, half furious with Bolt for giving in. “You have two and a half days. Then you’re mine and I don’t give a rat’s ass what anyone thinks about it or how damned dangerous being with you might be.”
God, Bolt looked good raking a slim-fingered hand through that curtain of hair. Confused but gloriously appealing. And Cameron’s even if the concept was more than Bolt could wrap his mind around just yet.
“Okay, look. The subtle approach ain’t working, so I’m just going to lay it out. Yes, I asked for two and a half days. But, Cameron, it’s going to take a hell of a lot longer than that if I have to be watching your ass as well.” Silvery blue eyes begged for understanding. “You do not want to be around the people I’m dealing with. And they sure as hell aren’t going to want you poking around. What part of real, gun-toting, knife-wielding, kill-you-as-soon-as-look-at-you, actual danger am I not getting across?”
Cameron’s teeth ground against each other, anger unabated, raging all the more that such people formed part of Bolt’s life. “I get it. Alright! You have your damned time. But when it’s done, you’re out of this, if I have take care of it myself. I will load your extremely sexy ass on the next plane to China if I have to. Guns and knives or not. You are going to be with me, damn it.”
Bolt stared at Cameron for a long moment before setting his takeout box in the cab of the truck though the window and opening his arms. “God, you are something else. Come here and kiss me enough to get me through two and a half days. Then go home and work on your office complex before I get you fired.”
Cameron marched straight into the embrace he wanted more than he could ever articulate and did his best to brand Bolt with his kiss all over again, not caring who saw.
He’d wait, but he’d make damn sure Bolt had plenty to think on and remember for the next sixty hours. He grabbed a double handful of that nearly perfect ass and squeezed. “You go on back to Copperhead Road or wherever you need to go and get this done. I want you in my bed.”
Bolt’s smile might just sustain Cameron that long as well. “No finer place to be.”