They should’ve been discussing his plan to find a job. Where the hell was she? Why wasn’t Megan waiting for him by the koi pond, just like he’d asked her to? She should’ve been sitting on her favorite bench by the pond. Logan raked his fingers through his hair and ran to her bedroom. He checked the basement and the kitchen, and then ran to the library in the second floor after checking the bathrooms. He had to explain to her that his moving out of the house didn’t mean he would abandon her. The backyard, the tree house and even the greenhouse, but he couldn’t find her. Finally! I’m diligently working on him, so, without further ado, here’s a little taste from his book. I’ve explained what went down in several posts. For that I apologize, and if you want to know the reasons for the delay, head over to my blog. His story has taken longer than I had originally planned. It has an ensemble cast, multiple points of view, continuing story lines, and Special Agent Logan Brandenburg, FBI profiler extraordinaire and a favourite among readers. I’m here to celebrate the release of Six Degrees of Lust, Second Edition, and what better way to do so than with an excerpt from Six Degrees of Agony, the third instalment in my By Degrees series?įor those of you who haven’t heard about it before, By Degrees is a romantic suspense serial featuring a killer of gay men and the FBI team trying to catch him. Donovan and I’m an author of gay romance and suspense.
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