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    Love in Plain Sight
    Love in Plain Sight
    Love in Plain Sight
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    Love in Plain Sight

    By Susan Laine

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    A Senses and Sensations Story

    What does love look like? If you see it, will you give it the attention it deserves?

    Police volunteer Sebastian Sumner may be deaf, but he’s strong and capable. He’s been involved with Detective Jordan Waters for a year now. Their relationship hasn’t been smooth sailing, but their love is on solid ground. Too bad their work lives are on shakier soil—Jordan’s is, anyway, as he sets out with his partner to investigate Aldous Henley, a shady art dealer suspected of forgery and smuggling. But proving these crimes and bringing the man to justice is more challenging than Jordan expected.

    Before long, Henley isn’t just a work problem. The case consumes Jordan’s attention, and he’s struggling to balance his busy professional life and his equally important private life—especially with a significant anniversary approaching. Love may be in plain sight, but that doesn’t mean it should be taken for granted.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherDreamspinner Press
    Release dateSep 5, 2012
    ISBN9781613727423
    Love in Plain Sight
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    Susan Laine

    Susan Laine, an award-winning, multipublished author of LGBTQ erotic romance and a Finnish native, was raised by the best mother in the world, who told her daughter time and again that she could be whatever she wanted to be. The spark for serious writing and publishing kindled when Susan discovered the gay erotic romance genre. Her book, Monsters Under the Bed, won the 2014 Rainbow Award for Best Gay Paranormal Romance. Anthropology is Susan’s formal education, and she could have been happy as an eternal student. But she’s written stories since she was a kid, and her long-term goal is still to become a full-time writer. Susan enjoys hanging out with her sister, two nieces, and friends in movie theaters, libraries, bookstores, and parks. Her favorite pastimes include singing along (badly) to the latest pop songs, watching action flicks, doing the dishes, and sleeping till noon, while a few of her dislikes are sweating, hot and too-bright summer days, tobacco smoke, purposeful prejudice and hate speech. Website: www.susan-laine-author.fi Email: susan.laine@hotmail.com Blog: www.goodreads.com/author/show/5221828.Susan_Laine/blog Facebook: www.facebook.com/Susan-Laine-128697277229180 Twitter: @Laine_Susan

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    Love in Plain Sight - Susan Laine

    Chapter 1

    MY NAME is Sebastian Sumner, and it’s not like I wake up every morning singing The hills are alive.

    For one, I couldn’t have carried the melody to save my life since I’ve never heard that particular song. Not that I hear much of anything on account of being deaf. I’ve been deaf since I was a kid, losing hearing first in one ear, then the other due to a childhood illness. I can still remember some sounds, but reminiscing is hardly the same as actually experiencing in the here and now.

    I have felt the vibrations of Vivaldi’s Morning Mood on loud speakers, but honestly that piece, just like all of the ones from The Sound of Music, seems to be at the top of most people’s irritation list. I thought they were okay, but they were far too peppy for Jordan and his ilk.

    And besides, bringing up something that already pushes all his wrong buttons at 7:00 a.m. on a Saturday is not the way to go if you want to keep breathing.

    Nonetheless, I loved annoying my man.

    Jordan Waters, a detective in the Financial Crimes and Fraud Unit of the Metropolitan Police Department of the District of Columbia in Washington D.C., was my man. He was a tall, muscular, tanned guy with tattoos, scars and piercings, platinum-blond wavy hair with lavender-colored streaks, and eyes green like precious emeralds. Yes, at work he had to appear more conservative, downplaying the bad-boy image and hiding his tattoos and scars beneath a suit and tie, not to mention removing the piercings he only wore off-hours anyway. But I had the advantage: I knew the real him beneath the formal business attire. Jordan was my dream man.

    All right, I admit it. Initially he hadn’t been, not by a long shot. But sometime during the year we’ve been together, we’ve grown into each other.

    Jordan was not a morning person, not without a pot of strong black coffee, preferably Hawaiian blend with tons of sugar. Weekends were the worst. He liked to sleep in—and I didn’t. So I found ways to wake him up to play.

    I leaned over him as he lay on his stomach on the deep-blue sheets, his face relaxed on the pillow. Jordan, I whispered in his ear. Wakey wakey. Rise and shine. Yes, I was fully aware of how badly I was goading him, but the day was wasting away.

    He moved his shoulders maybe an inch. I placed my hand between his shoulder blades and gave him a gentle nudge. Come on, sleepy head. We’ve got plans. I made breakfast.

    He shook his back as he tried to dislodge my hand, and I could feel the vibration of him mumbling something, at this hour most likely profanities, especially any cuss words involving my ancestry, if you get my drift. Last time, he’d called me a son of a bitch and a fucking sadist right after I’d yanked the covers from him and left him shivering all alone in bed in the nude. Ah, our fun Saturdays were just that—fun for the whole family. Well, mainly for me.

    This time I shoved him harder. Jordan, don’t make me go in the bathroom. I’ll come back with something cold and wet, and it’ll be all over you. And I promise it won’t be lube.

    Jordan’s response was clear-cut. Twisting his arm from under the pillow, he brought up his hand—and flipped me off. Well, that wasn’t very nice.

    Carefully I moved the cover a bit lower to uncover his ass, namely the dip in the small of his back. I nuzzled there, showering him with open-mouthed kisses and then blowing slowly on the wet spots until his skin turned goose bumpy.

    He rumbled something from deep within his chest, but he knew I couldn’t tell what he had said, so I decided the commentary wasn’t meant for me. If he had wanted to push me away from him, he could have done so easily as he was bigger and bulkier than me. I loved his skin. What he sometimes thought of as his flaws and imperfections were to me proof of a life lived. I knew he had a past, and not all of it was nice.

    Then again, neither was mine, which was something we had in common.

    Setting aside these depressing sentiments, long ago made obsolete in my current life, I shifted my focus to the beautiful masculine body beneath me. And he was all mine. Keeping the touch caressing and soft, I inched my fingers across the lines and curves of his back, from the valley of the small of his back to the hard ridges of muscles in his upper back and to his shoulder blades, tracing the expanse like a wilderness only for me to explore.

    If I had loved Jordan more, I think my heart would have burst apart.

    Squirming under my tickling touch, Jordan was chuckling, I could tell. I laid my cheek against his back and felt the sound traveling through his joints, muscles, and bones, echoing within me too. I adored his strong, lean back and the wide stretch of his smooth skin, marred visually with a few fight and job related scars and accentuated with tribal-style tattoos of curves, lines, and circles; they were not blemishes as far as I was concerned.

    Placing a kiss in the dip and moving lower toward the crease between his ass cheeks, I relished the nearness of him, the very presence of him beneath me, in our bed, in our home and life together. I opened my mouth and licked a little line from the musky scented crevice up to the soft, firm mound of his right ass cheek, and bit into it.

    Jordan shivered under me. He was the one with the ass fetish, but I did enjoy turning the tables on him once in a while.

    Twisting free and turning around to lie on his back, Jordan stared down at me. This position afforded me the opportunity to lick the frontal groove where his thigh met his groin, and I refamiliarized myself with this delicious part of his anatomy. His natural musky male odor was stronger here, and I inhaled deeply, loving the olfactory sensation. I knew from experience he was sensitive at this junction between limb and torso, and I could tickle him by flicking my tongue down his inner thigh and then up to his soft perineum. I vigorously sucked his balls in my mouth, and he arched his back up from the bed and fisted his hands in the sheets. I couldn’t hear it, but I knew for a fact he was moaning.

    Yup, my Jordan was finally awake.

    He brushed my nose with his hand, and I looked up, seeing him sign, "Coffee."

    I let go of his balls and saw how he let out a sigh as his chest deflated. Jordan had never

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