Title ~ Tequila Mockingbird (The Sinners Series #3)
Author ~ Rhys Ford
Publisher ~ Dreamspinner Press
Published ~ 27th June 2014
Genre ~ M/M Romance
Lieutenant Connor Morgan of SFPD’s SWAT division wasn’t looking for love. Especially not in a man. His life plan didn’t include one Forest Ackerman, a brown-eyed, blond drummer who’s as sexy as he is trouble. His family depends on him to be like his father, a solid pillar of strength who’ll one day lead the Morgan clan.
No, Connor has everything worked out—a career in law enforcement, a nice house, and a family. Instead, he finds a murdered man while on a drug raid and loses his heart comforting the man’s adopted son. It wasn’t like he’d never thought about men — it’s just loving one doesn’t fit into his plans.
Forest Ackerman certainly doesn’t need to be lusting after a straight cop, even if Connor Morgan is everywhere he looks, especially after Frank’s death. He’s just talked himself out of lusting for the brawny cop when his coffee shop becomes a war zone and Connor Morgan steps in to save him.
Whoever killed his father seems intent on Forest joining him in the afterlife. As the killer moves closer to achieving his goal, Forest tangles with Connor Morgan and is left wondering what he’ll lose first—his life or his heart.
Yay! That was a really enjoyable reunion with one of my favourite book families. I love The Morgan clan. The close knit, loving Irish family who fiercely stand by each other and any waif and stray who happens to wander into their midst, generally via one of the brothers or friends of the family, as we've seen up to now with Sinners Gin band members Miki St John,who's now with Kane Morgan, and guitarist Damien Mitchell, lead singer Miki's best friend and now live in lover of bar owner Sionn Murphy, another hunk of Irish goodness and friend of the Morgan clan.
Over the course of the series we're seeing the band slowly reforming after the initial tragedy in book #1, 'Sinners Gin,' that sadly saw two of the original band members killed in the car accident that cut their budding rock star career down early and separated Miki and Damie until fate brought them back together in 'Whiskey & Rye', book #2. Each story has a murder mystery style plot that runs alongside the love story, which links in with the fact that most of the Morgans are in the police force, and what better way to get a sizzling sexy romance going than mixing hot cops and trouble magnet, lush musicians together! What a combo...
This time its SWAT cop, Connor Morgans turn to rescue his guy and find love. Only, if you've been following the books up to now, you'll know that Connor is straight. Well, that's what he's been trying to live up to for years but when Forest Ackerman's adopted dad is murdered and Connor has to comfort him, his so called ordered life comes crashing down as the enticing blonde guy in his arms makes him feel things that, being totally honest, he's felt fleetingly before but has always successfully managed to bury. So not so straight then—only this time those feelings won't stay down and before he knows it, the quiet but strong willed Forest has got under his skin so much that he's not sure he wants to get him out and the resulting love that grows between them is really endearing and pretty damn romantic too.
I loved these two together. Who wouldn't want a man in their life like Connor? He's such a knockout, strong, caring character and loveable Forest is so badly in need of looking after that apart from the fact that to start with Connor isn't supposed to be into guys, they really are a match made in heaven. With his terrible start in life and the mother from hell dogging him, its a wonder Forest isn't more damaged than he is. I just wanted to jump in and hug him silly myself because the first time we meet him he's such a world weary, preteen hustler and the predicament he's in when the story begins had my protective juices flowing straight away. Physically beaten and just about surviving, the thought of what he's having to do at that young an age is awful but you just know that there's a fighter inside the scrappy little guy and with the help of ex hippy Franklin Marshall, who ends up adopting him, he manages to rise above his shitty beginnings and a decade later comes out the other side doing okay, with a musical skill (drumming) and an actual purpose in life but when Frank is cruelly taken away from him, the only kindness he's ever experienced is taken away too and once again he feels he's on his own. His waste of space, pimping, druggy mother would only drag him further back down with her and even though he doesn't want to go anywhere near that life again, he still holds out the hope that perhaps one day she'll show him the mothers love that she's denied him all his life. Then the glorious Con barrels into his life, with the rest of the fiery Morgan's in tow and suddenly he's faced with the possibility of a relationship with a man he never imagined could ever want a guy with a history like his, the chance to use his drumming skills in a real band and the hope of being accepted into a proper, loving family....if only someone would ...STOP. TRYING. TO. KILL. HIM!
I've enjoyed every book up to now but if I'm honest I think this one has crept slightly into the lead, and one of the reasons is that Brigid (love her!), Cons mum, FINALLY gets to lay her awesome mum skills on one of her beloved boys boyfriends without having them run a mile! LOL. Up to now its been Donal (Awww...love him too), their wonderful dad, who's been the one that everyone's run to when advice is needed, and the man is amazing but OMG, that fiercely protective woman oozes love and affection and she's been trying to get the emotionally skittish Miki into her clutches from the moment she met him in book one but he's somewhat resisted her need to hug him every chance she gets, *snort*, so to see Foster bond with her and allow her to let loose with some much needed, hands on, motherly love was just a joy to see. How could Forest fight against such unconditional affection, especially since his own miserable excuse for a mother was such a terrible example of how a parent should treat their child.
To be honest, there are things that if you thought too hard about them, could make it all seem a bit eye rolley. Like, what are the chances of so many brothers in the same family turning out to be gay or bi-sexual...and is it a requirement that you have to be either emotionally damaged or in the sights of a killer or killers unknown to get a chance to hook up with one of the yummy Morgan boys....but do you know what? Who cares! Because at the end of the day this is such a likeable, engaging series that you can just accept that that's how it rolls and sit back and enjoy! That's what its all about...a feel good, enjoyable read.
Likeable characters, great chemistry, delicious sexual tension, hot sex, a touch of mystery and excitement, scrummy musicians, hunky cops and always the sort of endings that leave you smiling and sighing satisfactorily. The teaser at the end of this one has got me tapping my fingers impatiently now because Quinn, the only Morgan who isn't on the force, is finally getting his story and I've got to say it looks like its going to be an absolute doozy!! I can't wait! If you haven't started this yet then I say go forth and treat yourself. If you have, then you won't be disappointed with Connor and Fosters journey to love. Oh and you get more Miki and Damien time too so how can you resist that!
An excerpt from Tequila Mockingbird
*waves* Thank you for having me here today! I appreciate it muchly.
I’ve realized I’ve not posted any real excerpts from Tequila Mockingbird and I really should. So…without further ado… actually a bit of ado. It’s a nice word that…ado.
Really, there are a lot of words we need to bring back off the shelf. Dust them off and try them out a few times.
“You sure?” Connor had to whisper, because if he spoke any louder, he’d shatter the crème brûlée sugar sweetness of their kiss. His cock was ready, heavy and ponderous between his legs. The department-issued uniform was made of thick, durable black fabric, but his dick seemed to have plans on breaking right through the weave.
If he’d had any question about being attracted to Forest Ackerman, it was certainly gone now.
Connor tried not to think of all the times he’d had a woman beneath him. Forest deserved better than that, but the comparison was still there—maybe it would always be there, but then, he thought, it didn’t really matter. Not so long as he found pleasure and gave it back tenfold.
And pleasuring Forest was the only thing on Connor’s mind at the moment.
The differences were startling. For some reason, he’d imagined Forest’s skin to be rougher or coarser to the touch. Instead, what he could feel under his shirt was soft, a silken landscape his hands glided across as he reached beneath the cotton fabric.
“Have you seen you?” Forest teased, and Connor groaned in mock anguish. “Shut up. And yeah, like since the first time you walked into the Amp. Maybe even before then.”
“Not here,” Conner muttered. “Not on a damned couch. I want to take you to bed. I want to stretch you out and take my time. If I’m going to do this, I want all of you. Not some fumbling around like we’re waiting for my parents to get home—”
“You were doing pretty good until the parents thing there,” Forest grumbled, but he let himself get pulled up off the sofa. “Good thing you’re sexy, or I’d walk right out. If I had someplace to walk out to.”
“Anyone tell you that you talk too much sometimes? Normally can’t get a damned peep out of you, and now—”
“Now I’m nervous,” Forest replied softly. “’Cause this is your first time with a guy, and what if I fuck it up?”
“What if I fuck it up?” Connor turned around, walking down the hall backward and pulling Forest behind him.
They both stumbled on the runner Con bought to keep the dust out of the one downstairs bedroom he’d refinished. He’d told himself he didn’t need to get the master suite done. There’d been no plan on getting someone in bed—not anyone he’d wanted to impress—and now he regretted spending all his damned time on restoring the dining room.
Who the fuck really needed the dining room? he thought. He should have spent those hours on turning one of the upstairs bedroom suites into someplace Forest could enjoy.
On second thought, the guy probably would have preferred if the small carriage house on the side lawn was soundproofed and had power so he could hook equipment up—and Connor stopped his mind from wandering into a very dangerous space.
For right now, Connor was intent on stripping Forest bare and finding out exactly what the man looked like under all his clothes.
They made it as far as the bedroom door before Con tore his shirt from Forest’s body. The other man gleamed ivory, with a faint brush of gold under his skin. His nipples were pink, a bright blush of color on his pale chest, but the surprise was the man’s sculpted, lean body and the seemingly endless curves of muscles and flat planes Connor’s mouth itched to taste.
“God, you are so beautiful,” Connor whispered as he gathered Forest up in his arms. “Shit, I just thought—we can’t—your head—”
“Swear to God, if you don’t fuck me tonight, I’m going to break. My head’s fine. You’re going to kill me here.” Forest slid a hand down Connor’s front and grabbed at his cock, squeezing lightly. “See this? I want this. My head is fine.”
Fisting his hands into Forest’s gold-streaked hair, Connor pulled the man’s head back, a gentle-rough tug to expose his throat. He bit, sinking his teeth into Forest’s long neck, pulling at the mouthful until the other man squirmed against him.
“Jesus—Con, thank God….” Forest groaned, a hoarse erotic clench in his voice. “Fucking hell—”
“Get on the bed,” Connor ordered, letting go of Forest’s hair, then lightly pushing Forest to the enormous bed dominating the small room. “Because damn, if you’re sure, then I can tell you I’m ready. I’ve been ready for a damned long time.”
There wasn’t much space to move about, and at the time he’d chosen the bedroom to sleep in, Con’d not given much thought to it. The downstairs bedroom was supposed to be temporary, but he could have used more floor to kneel on. There were things he wanted to do—hold onto Forest’s hips and suck him down, tasting the man’s cock for the first time.
Hell, just tasting any cock for the first time—but mostly because it was Forest’s.
Con stood, staring down at the wide-eyed, sprawled-out blond—half-naked, fully aroused.
Forest wasn’t much of a make-the-bed-after-waking-up kind of guy. The bed’s faded blue-striped sheets were more for comfort than for looks, and they provided a crumpled frame for his sculpted torso. A thick quilt was somewhere, probably on the floor. From what Connor discovered during his nights of checking on Forest’s slumber, the man roamed as he slept, leaving Con to wonder how he’d managed to get any rest on his narrow futon.
Not like Forest was going to get any rest that night either.
About Rhys Ford
Rhys Ford was born and raised in Hawai’i then wandered off to see the world. After chewing through a pile of books, a lot of odd food, and a stray boyfriend or two, Rhys eventually landed in San Diego, which is a very nice place but seriously needs more rain.
Rhys admits to sharing the house with three cats, a black Pomeranian puffball, a bonsai wolfhound, and a ginger cairn terrorist.
Rhys is also enslaved to the upkeep a 1979 Pontiac Firebird, a Toshiba laptop, and a red Hamilton Beach coffee maker.
But mostly to the coffee maker.
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