Here Comes Trouble (Nothing Special #3)

Here Comes Trouble (Nothing Special #3)

A.E. Via



Once again, I must start off with a very special thank you again to River Mitchell and Andrea Goodell for walking with me through the entire process of writing of this book. I couldn’t have completed Ruxs and Green’s book without you ladies. Your advice and comments were more help than you could realize.

Of course to the best editor a grammatically challenged writer like myself could ever ask for… Tina Adamski. We made it through another one sweetheart. Thank you so much for putting up with these ridiculous deadlines and me. I promise for the second time… no more… and this time, I mean it. I’m just glad you didn’t throw up your hands at me. So thank you for that. I still have so much to learn from you. Love you.

Thank you Princess So for an absolutely stunning cover for my two trouble makers. I have this cover blown up in my writing room and it looks like a movie poster. It’s truly awesome. Thank you again for such wonderful work.

To the lady that has the final say, Casey Harvell of Fancy Pants Formatting. Thank you again for another wonderful job, and yes, patiently enduring another deadline. Your work is beautiful and I’m really enjoying working with you. I’ll continue to sing your praises to other authors as well.

Lastly, I really appreciate everyone that supported me and helped to bring another ‘Nothing Special’ story to all the MM readers.

I certainly hope my fans enjoy this one.

Loves,

Adrienne





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Another Storm

Best Friends

Date Night

Date From Hell

What’s So Great About Being Gay?

It’s Getting Too Real

My Damn Mom

All He Needs Is Me

A Massage or a Message?

And More Ruckus

Barely Skimming By

Not Another Date

I Can’t Take Anymore

It’s About Time

Now I See What’s So Great

Such Naughty Boys

Damn Lieutenant Day’s Perception

Getting It Together

This Is So Good

From Heaven to Oh No

Please Don’t Take My Heart

I Need Results Now!

Foster Home or the Bates Motel

Home Sweet Home

I’ll Be Home Tonight

Your Last Time Without Me

The Funeral… The Surprise

One Big Happy Family

It’s Sunday For God’s Sake

Here Comes More Trouble

What is it About those Damn Godfrey Men?

Meet Our New Savior and Team Member

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Oh No… Not Again




“Ruxs watch out for the — Oh shit!” Damn. Not another cyclist. Green floored his huge RAM2500, barreling around the corner of Marrietta Street, keeping a close eye on his partner as he chased down one of their informants. He couldn’t jump the curb onto the sidewalk to cut off the chase because there were too many pedestrians. Ruxs needed to get the bastard to turn off of the street into one of the many deserted alleys. Green divided his attention between maneuvering through the thick mid-afternoon traffic and not losing his partner. The engine roared as he went around a slow-ass Buick and flew through another red light, just lightly clipping the back end of a MARTA bus. Oops. Thought I cleared that. Fuck.

He saw Ruxs double his efforts, landing a hard slap to the informant’s shoulder that sent him flying into an old lady, knocking her bags out of her hand. Green thought Ruxs had him but the fucker shimmied out of his coat, taking off again, cutting in between an office building and a parking garage. Green couldn’t get over to turn and follow him down the small street. He gunned it, turning onto Cone Street instead. He’d cut him off at the other end. He blared his horn. Traffic was at a complete stop waiting on the light to turn. Fuck it. He cut the corner of the sidewalk, sending a metal trashcan flying up into the air. At least there were no people on the sidewalk this time. He was almost to the exit of the alley when he saw bright blue and red lights come up fast behind him blasting its siren. He ignored it, swerved over two lanes, and put the front end of his truck into the narrow opening of the alley. If their informant hadn’t had his head turned to check how close Ruxs was getting, he would’ve seen Green’s truck coming and avoided slamming into the front of it. That had to hurt.

Green was out of the truck, coming around the front end just as Ruxs was picking up their man and throwing him back against the hood.

“Do you have to do that? I mean there’s a Dumpster right there.” Green frowned at his partner. “Look at that dent, man.”

“Shut up, Green.” Ruxs huffed.

Green smiled teasingly, he knew how much Ruxs hated doing the chasing. He stood there with his arms crossed over his broad chest watching their informant, doubled over from the pain of hitting his truck and out of breath from running the last ten minutes.

The police car’s tires squealed to a stop right next to the back end of Green’s truck. They both turned when the young cop jumped out, yelling at them to raise their hands above their heads. The cop finally got a good look at them and rolled his eyes, lowering his weapon. “Ruxs, Green, should’ve fuckin’ known.”

“What’s up Michaels?” Green shook the officer’s hand. He was one of the few uniforms that actually liked the guys on their task force. One of the few who went out of his way to speak to them or offer up any help.

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