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Walking on the Sun

Series: The Road Trip Series , Book 4
By: BA Tortuga | Other books by BA Tortuga
Published By: Torquere Press
Published: Sep 08, 2010
ISBN # 9781610400459

Word Count: 52,000
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Price: $5.99

Available in: Epub, HTML, Microsoft Reader, Adobe Acrobat, Mobipocket (.prc)

Categories: Gay Contemporary Erotic Romance

Description

When MJ gives himself up to the craziest man Sonny has ever met to save Sonny's life, he knows he has to get his lover back, no matter what the cost. So he gathers the whole Road Trip series team back together to hunt MJ down, even if they don't want to be found. From Paddy and Neil, who are still healing from their last brush with death, to Cowboy and Duncan, Sonny brings everyone together for one last showdown.

The problem is that they don't even know if MJ is alive, or if the man will know them, or himself, once they catch up with him. They're an awful ragged bunch to be considered heroes, but Sonny is not giving up on the most important thing in his life. He's determined to find MJ in one piece, even if it kills him. Will the whole crew manage to survive the last big battle with Greg and the Program, or will they go out in a blaze of glory? Previous

Road Trip titles include: Racing the Moon, Steam and Sunshine and Under Pressure.

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Sensuality Rating: lip

Excerpt:

"Sonny?" The voice was familiar, big green eyes staring down at him. Rick. Paddy. Shit. "Let me get those off, huh?"

"Please." His tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth, and he kept thinking he was lucky he had one, after the way... the way those bastards had done MJ's daddy.

"Cowboy said he was worried you'd hurt yourself. I've been listening. Neil's here. Do you want water? Or coffee?" Paddy freed his hands, quick as a bunny.

"Water." He wanted grain. Pure moonshine. It was unlikely, though. Sonny sighed, his hands falling limp to the bed. Then the tingles started.

"'Kay." Paddy nodded, headed out. "Bathroom's down the hall."

"Thanks." He could at least take a leak before he blew this pop stand. Maybe he'd take Cowboy's truck, see how fast that fucker could go out in the desert before he crashed and burned.

Burned.

Jesus.

The pain of it curled him into a ball far too small for a guy his size. MJ, giving himself up to that crispy bastard, then going up in a blaze of fucking glory. For him.

It wasn't fucking right. It wasn't fucking right at all, MJ gone.

Dead.

Fucking shit.

That had never been part of the deal. Never. MJ was supposed to take Sonny down and go on. All for one and one for MJ. That was how it worked.

This? This, Sonny couldn't even take in. Couldn't comprehend it.

No fucking way.

He pushed into the bathroom, washed his face, the cold water making him want to gag, to scream. Sonny avoided the mirror, not wanting to see. The window in the bathroom didn't open, so he'd have to go out the hard way. Past the others.

Damn.

"Here's your water." Paddy put the glass on the sink. "Are you hungry?"

"No." The word came out flat. Harsh. "No. I just. I gotta go."

"Where?"

"Fuck off!" Sonny slammed his hand against the wall, feeling something crack. "I don't give a fuck. MJ's dead!"

"No, he's not."