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Book Title: Lawful Attraction
Cover Artist: Maria
Release Date: June 3,
Genre: Contemporary M/M
Themes: Protecting those
they care about; life, love, family and beating the odds
Heat Rating: 4 flames
Length: approx 70 000
It is the final book (book 9) in
the Crush series, but is a standalone story.
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There’s a fine line
between protecting and stalking…
An MM romance about life, love, family and beating
the odds, especially when it involves a police officer and a dancer.
There’s a fine line between protecting and
Logan has unwavering loyalty to the law, and when he finds
Bastien in a precarious situation, his protective instincts flare up to an all-time high. His need
to help overshadows everything else, including his sense. Unfortunately, the dancer doesn’t
want his help.
What Bastien does for a living doesn’t mean he has no
morals. He has to live, and his wages and tips don’t always cover everything. He’s glad he
doesn’t have anyone who relies on him because he can barely make ends meet working all
the hours of the day. When a so-called friend turns on him, who does he have left?
Can they put their differences aside and realise what is
right in front of them?
“Taylor! Walker! You’re up!” their chief yelled from the door of his office. “Homicide.”
Logan grimaced but shoved away from his desk, checking that his phone and keys were in
his pockets, then grabbed his coat from the back of his chair. They jogged down the cubicles
and out of the station into the drizzle, carrying on until they reached Logan’s car. He peeled
out of the car park and headed towards the address that Ava had immediately brought up
on her phone.
“There’s not much information on here. Woman, late twenties, found on her living room
floor. The neighbour looked through the window after the victim hadn’t opened the door for
their appointment and saw her.”
“Wonderful.” Logan clenched his hands around the steering wheel and dropped his neck to
the side, a crack easing the tension before repeating on the other side.
They raced their way through the streets until they reached the relevant house, then pulled
up at the kerb. Both exited quickly, showing their badges to the police officers on the scene
before heading up the path through the well-maintained garden of the detached bungalow.
It wasn’t a house he would’ve expected a woman in her late-twenties to own unless it had
been an inheritance, but he knew better than to stereotype.
Ducking under the top of the front door—his six-foot-two height unable to fit through
otherwise—he headed to the living room, mindful of the low wooden beams dotted around
The living room was comfortable and homely, if old-fashioned, which gave more precedent
to the place being inherited. The blonde, slender woman lying on the floor with her clothes
askew looked out of place in the room. Several police officers were hanging around, talking,
while one of the photographers took photos of the body, the intermittent flashes doing
nothing to help Logan’s headache.
His gaze examined the scene, not moving any closer to the body. After several minutes,
something out of place caught his eye. “What do you see, Ava?”
Ava stepped to his side and didn’t answer, but he knew she was scanning the room. Her
breath caught, and he knew she’d seen it. “Why does she have a kitchen knife in the living
“Good question. Simon,” he said, getting the photographer’s attention, “Could you ensure
you get pictures of the knife on top of the mantelpiece, please?”
His eyes widened as he lifted his head. “I didn’t even see that. Good catch.”
“Just doing my job,” he muttered distractedly, still studying their surroundings. “Officer?”
The group of police officers turned towards him. “Could one of you give us the rundown?”
The older of the three stepped forward, crossing his arms over his chest. “The neighbour
called it in when she came to collect the lady for their usual morning appointment.
Apparently, they always go jogging at eleven, so when the lady didn’t answer, the neighbour
was worried and checked through the window when she didn’t hear her coming to the
“Does the lady have a name?”
“Sure.” The police officer pulled out his notebook and flicked through several pages before
saying, “Miss Winona Conrad.”
Logan frowned. “Why does that name sound familiar? We’ve not got any cases with that
name, have we?” He glanced at Ava, who shook her head. Staring back at the deceased, he
tried to figure out where he’d heard her name before because he didn’t recognise her face.
Unable to figure it out, he brushed it off and continued asking the officer questions, noting
down his responses in his own notebook.
When he had enough information, he stepped closer, continuing his questioning but with
the forensic pathologist. She wasn’t able to give him many details but enough for him to
start gathering facts. It seemed Miss Conrad had been dead for approximately twelve hours.
He returned to Ava, who had disappeared into the kitchen. “We need to speak with the
Ava nodded and followed Logan to the front door. “Simon, could you please photograph the
back door and the knife block in the kitchen. Thanks.” Logan raised his eyebrows. “The knife
was one from the kitchen. There was a missing spot in the block, and the handles match.”
“So, the killer came through the back door, maybe?”
“That’s my guess.”
“There was a scrape on the back door as if it had been forced open using something sharp,”
She beamed at him. “Thanks. You’ve taught me well.”
About the Author
I am Elouise East but feel free
to call me Elli. I write sweet and steamy connections in gay romance. I also touch on taboo
stories under the name Elouise R East.
Books that tell the stories
where friendship and family are the focal point – be it blood family or chosen – is very
important to me. That’s why I include a variety of personalities, talents, ages, situations and
abilities as I believe a story needs, or a character needs. I want my characters to be real, to
be relatable, to be free to have whatever views they tell me they have. And trust me, most
of the time, I do not have any say in the matter!
My characters come to life on
the page for me as well as my readers. Their stories unfold in front of me, and I have very
little input into how they want to be shown. Just like real life, the lives of my characters
change with every choice, every interaction and every conversation. And I wouldn’t have it
any other way.
I write books that are
emotionally realistic, even if liberties are taken with other aspects of my stories. I don’t
know any other way to write. It comes from deep inside.
Who am I? A single parent to
two children who make life worth living. An avid reader who still devours every book she can
get her hands on. A student of learning about any subject that takes her fancy. An author of
books she would read herself. And a romantic at heart who loves anything cheesy.
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