Author and Publisher: Aurora
Cover Artist: Cormar
Release Date: November 17,
Genre: Contemporary MMMM Romance
Tropes: Second chance, Hurt/comfort, Friends to lovers
Themes: Didn’t know they
were dating/idiots in love
Heat Rating: 4 flames
Length: 90 000
It is the first book in a series
that will follow the same four men in a relationship.
Book 2 will be released early
This book does not end on a
cliffhanger and is HFN.
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Detective Quinn Hughes doesn’t have many regrets in life,
but Sebastian Devlin is the biggest. As a cop and a defence lawyer, the deck was stacked
against them to start with, but Quinn was the one who left a burning inferno behind him.
Missing his chance with ex-Special Forces Commando Peyton Sinclair is a close second on his
regrets list, but Quinn isn’t going to ruin the happiness Peyton has found with fellow police
officer Will McMahon for anything—not even a chance at his own happiness.
Best friends Will McMahon and Peyton Sinclair have been
hooking up for years, content with their arrangement and the comfort they get from it.
When Sebastian—the hot lawyer they picked up at the club the night before—stumbles over
a dead body in their kitchen on his way out, calling Quinn is instinctive for them. Years of
unacknowledged tension between Peyton and Quinn is a sore point, but Peyton trusts that
Quinn will figure out the mess they’ve landed in.
While Quinn tries to find answers, Peyton and Will quickly
find themselves tangled in the tension between Quinn and Sebastian. They’re hoping Quinn
can move fast—before one of them becomes the next dead body—but the situation
becomes even more complicated when another explosive night proves that Peyton and Will
aren’t done with either Quinn or Sebastian, just as much as the two aren’t done with each
Between the mind-blowing night Sebastian spent with
Peyton and Will, and the fact that every time he turns around it’s either Quinn or the barrel
of a gun waiting for him, Sebastian has never had more regrets. If he can survive long
enough to get some answers, maybe the four of them together are going to be the catalyst
for a future that’s more wildly different than anything they’d ever imagined.
Catalyst is a 90,000-word MMMM romance that ends in
a HFN. It is Book 1 in an ongoing series following the same four men and their relationship. It
contains adult situations, gun use, references to murder and drug usage, suspense themes
and a character with PTSD
Will nursed his empty glass as he waited for Peyton to
come back with more drinks. Having some drinks and dancing at a club was their favourite
way to unwind after a long week. While they’d stopped pretending that they were looking
for anyone to take home years ago—since their casual sex arrangement worked for them
and meant they didn’t need to spend their weekends trolling for random hookups—it didn’t
mean they didn’t like going out. Sometimes it heightened things later, when they made
themselves wait before they went home to fuck.
A few drinks, an up close and personal dance, and they
were ripping each other’s clothes off when they got home.
Peyton had been in a foul mood when he’d gotten home
and Will had sucked him off in the shower, but it hadn’t helped much. It had eased some of
the tension, but Will knew it was still there. Honestly, he wasn’t sure what Quinn’s problem
was. They both wanted each other, so why didn’t they? Peyton had asked Will once if it
bothered him, and maybe it should have—they’d been exclusive fuck buddies for years—but
thinking of Peyton with Quinn had never been a turnoff. The thought of it had spurred on
some of their hotter sessions together.
Will figured Quinn had to have his reasons, whatever they
were. He would have appreciated it if Quinn had let Peyton know what they were so he
could move on, but he didn’t know Quinn well enough to approach him directly. Their
relationship was purely professional.
“A guy that looks like you shouldn’t be sitting alone,” a
voice to his immediate left said.
Will smirked in amusement as he looked up, and then
almost swallowed his tongue. Well, hello there.
Dark blue eyes—that reminded him a bit of Peyton, though
Peyton’s were a little darker—that were shaped by sleek black glasses and long thick lashes.
His bow-shaped lips were drawn up in a smug smirk. It should have been off-putting or
smarmy. But coupled with the plain silver barbell piercing in his left eyebrow, it was making
Will’s dick stand up and take notice.
He was bulkier than Will—which wasn’t hard, since Will
was toned, but lanky—and filled his suit out in all the right places. He was wearing form-
fitting black slacks with shining dress shoes. No suit jacket, which was absolutely fine with
Will, considering that he had rolled up his sleeves to reveal smooth tan forearms. It was
kryptonite to any human being with a pulse.
It was too bad that Will’s only plans included getting Peyton
home and naked. Because damn, he was fucking sexy. Will couldn’t even remember if he’d
been into piercings before. He was now. Piercings, glasses, exposed forearms. Will might as
well have stamped “fantasy issue” on the guy’s forehead.
Will smirk widened as he took the hand that Sebastian
“Is this seat taken?”
Peyton returned then, two glasses of whiskey. His eyebrows
raised at Sebastian as he slid the glasses on to the table.
“Peyton, this is Sebastian,” Will said, smiling playfully.
“Hi, Sebastian,” Peyton said, in the same voice. He glanced
between them curiously as he sat on the tall stool next to Will. He reached a hand over and
placed it in Will’s lap, feeling the growing hardness in his jeans.
Sebastian put one hand in his pocket, smiling sheepishly.
“Pleasure. Have a nice night, you two.”
“No, stay,” Peyton said. He gave Will’s dick a gentle squeeze
and Will swallowed, heat rushing over him. He put his hand over Peyton’s but didn’t move it.
“Have a seat.” Peyton used his free hand to gesture at the empty seat opposite them.
Sebastian stared at Peyton as he did. Will couldn’t blame
him. Peyton was stunning to look at. All sultry eyes and delicate features. His shoulder-
length dirty blond hair was pulled up in a messy bun, with wisps of it falling over his temple
and forehead. The low lighting of the club only made his midnight blue eyes look darker, and
his cheeks were still flushed from their earlier dancing.
“You can share my drink,” Will said. He took a sip of his
drink and then pushed it across. He made a show of arching his neck back and swallowing,
so Sebastian could see he’d drank some himself.
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