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- Nevada Highlander Box Set
- Nevada Highlander
- The Kilt Complex
- Hunter's Point
- Sleeping with Danger
- Brash Tower
These four novels span about a year, from late October 2013 until early October the following year. A pivotal date to remember—and to celebrate—is February 4, 2014. On that day, around eleven o’clock on a fair morning, Scotland’s Parliament approved the country’s historic same-sex marriage bill. These novels serve as a commemoration of that lovely day, its foreplay, and its aftermath.
Rory Drummond and Alex Dominguez are an unlikely pair…a bigger-than-life Scot with an immense appetite for sex and adventure meets a shy Nevada State Trooper who’s been thrust into the job of “baby-sitting” him during a big game hunt in the mountains of Nevada.
What could go wrong? More important, what could go right?
The first novel, Nevada Highlander, brings these guys together. And boy howdy, as some folks might say, do they come together—a lot—until Rory finds out that the man on his tail is doing it only as a job. One reviewer said it well: “Sparks and Levi’s fly.”
In The Kilt Complex, Rory is back in Scotland, at the castle he oversees as a laird or “landlord.”. But there’s an interesting new meaning to the words “castle keep,” because Alex is now living with him. As Alex struggles to extricate himself from his role as boy toy, Rory tries his best to understand why his lover needs to earn his own way in such wide open spaces. And thereby hangs a tale of guilt and kilt…the story of a lovely girl named Thistle…and the mystery of a killer in paradise.
Alex’s need for space comes to a climax when he moves out of Rory’s castle, into a small cabin called Hunter’s Point. And speaking of points—he now has a job as Special Constable, overseeing the point of land where a famous lighthouse stands. The action ramps up when a local teacher turns up missing, and the trail of a possible killer leads to the lonely lighthouse. It also leads straight to a very troubling time in Rory’s past…and to the fateful date of February 4.
When an old friend and former war comrade of Rory’s father disappears, Rory and Alex team up as a pair of ersatz constables in Scotland’s Highlands. Rory finds out the hard way that being the mate of a hard-ass cop means he’ll always be Sleeping with Danger. On the trail of the missing man, they find a Jacobite tower hiding recent violence…a 300-year-old elbow of the devil…and a graveyard whose crumbling bones cover old secrets worth killing for.
In four novels, a pair of intriguing men go from the Highlands of Nevada to the Highlands of bonnie Scotland. The romance is full of bumps and detours, a silver wolfhound, several silver foxes, and surprising self growth for both of them.
PS, a fifth novel (Brash Tower) is due to be released in early 2022. A jawbone and an old relic serve up a deadly mystery for Rory and Alex, just as they move into their new home and try to plan an official wedding ceremony that Scotland has not decided how the hell to do.
Publisher: New Dawn Press
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Genres:
Pairings: M-M
Heat Level: 4
Romantic Content: 4
Ending: Click here to reveal
Character Identities: Gay
Protagonist 1 Age: 26-35
Protagonist 2 Age: 18-25
Tropes: Criminals & Outlaws, Death of Parent, Interracial Relationship, Opposites Attract
Word Count: 237403
Setting: Nevada to Sctland
Languages Available: English
Series Type: Continuous / Same Characters
1..From Nevada Highlander...(Chapter 4, "To the Core")
Rory had to admit, he’d fucked dozens of men. Big, small, and in-between...and that was their cocks, not their height and weight. He’d taken weak and strong, burly and thin. He’d seduced young sprouts, those his own age, men much older than himself. Rich and poor, educated and non. Now, for the first time, he emphatically wanted not to fuck. He wanted to make love. If only his whisky-riddled body would allow it.
READ MOREHe could not explain to himself why this reticent young man—a serious stranger not bent on finding a sex partner—why Alex should have roped him and pulled him in like he had. Was it the man’s very reluctance to admit his attraction? Could it be the passionate eyes, promising more than Alex could possibly realize? Whatever it was, Rory had never felt like this before. He was not simply attracted. He needed Alex Rodriguez at a level which might have scared him, he admitted, if he weren’t so bloody drunk.
The man he carried in the black night of a foreign place was almost as large as himself. And yet, in spite of the bulk in his arms and his pinched feet in the cowboy boots, he strode easily to an unseen bed, never loosening his mouth from Alex’s insistent hold, sucking a tongue threatening to choke him.
2...From The Kilt Complex...(Chapter 8, "Hunter's Point")
“I need to tell you something, Rory. I haven’t said it often enough. Maybe because I’m new to this—this whole partner thing.”
Rory strained to hear the words, but Alex chose that moment to kneel and begin to unfasten the top metal button on his jeans. He felt his cock pounding on the prison of his zipper, begging to be let out.
“Tell me, Alejo.”
“Lie down. At the head of the bed.”
Speechless, he obeyed. His head thrown back on the only pillow, he felt Alex pulling off his boots, then his jeans. The man was moving so slowly he wanted to shout, Faster, goddammit! But he lay quietly, waiting for the words. His cock, finally released, was throbbing damn near against his navel, his balls turgid and ready.
He felt movement, heard the sound of a belt…snick snick snick…moving through the loops of jeans. And then Alex’s voice close to his ear.
“Turn over.”
It was an order. The tone was laced with passion.
“Tell me first.”
“You heard me. I need to see that fucking sexy ass.”
Naked now, he turned, his face in the pillow. He felt one hand being grasped, then his arm stretched over his head. Something…Alex’s leather belt…bit into his wrist. His lover fastened his hand to the dowel and reached for the other. In a few minutes, Rory was tethered to the bed, roped like a Nevada rodeo calf. He began to lift his ass and let it fall, his entire body moving with the rhythm of his frantic heartbeat.
His lover’s lips in his ear, another rasping command: “Spread for me, dammit.”
“Alejo…”
The tongue in his ear was infinitely slow, exploring the labyrinth inside, replaced by the honey drip of his murmur. “Before I punish you, Rory, you need to know something very important.”
“Och, God, Alejo, tell me.”
Alex’s voice echoed in the near-empty room.
“I love you. I fucking love you.”
And then he felt a large calloused hand strike his butt, so hard he cried out in a convulsion of pain and ecstasy.
“But you don’t believe me, do you?” The tone was savage.
“Aye. Lad, I believe you…”
Smack! Another slash of pain across his buttocks. His own foogin belt. He felt the jolt all the way up his asshole.
“Never lie to me.”
Rory could not staunch the sobs, the welling up of jizz from his balls. “Please, I believe you.”
Slap! “Truth?”
“Yes, yes, yes.” He croaked into the pillow.
“Before I fuck you cumless, goddammit, tell me this. Do you think the man who loves you wants to leave you? Ever?”
3...From Hunter's Point...(Chapter 20, "The Steel Nautilus")
A sudden thought eclipsed all others. Had they already trapped Rory?
He decided that no, he himself was the bait to snag his partner. All the more reason to spring his own trap. He kept staggering upward, even though every step jarred his knee bones and sent a spasm of pain down his shins.
Part of his mind registered the tall, narrow windows which looked out over the harbor. Since he’d been appointed a half-assed lighthouse warden for Scurdie Ness, he knew there were seven of them, their ledges inset about three feet into the stout brick framework. And the higher he climbed, the closer they were to each other and the closer they sat to the ever more narrow, winding staircase.
The windows, north-facing as they were, cast light at an extreme angle this time of day, forming deep shadows into the brick recesses. Deep enough, and dark enough, to hold and hide a man.
Ten feet from the top, parallel to the last window, he made up his mind. He willed energy into his spent legs and leapt from the stairs onto a window ledge. The effort was enough to make him dizzy from the jolt of kneecap straining against cartilage and sinew. Shrinking back against the bricks, shrouded in shadow, he waited for [spoiler].
He rested there for two long minutes, feeling blood and vigor return to his limbs, breathing energy deep into his diaphragm.
He looked down into the spiral below. His predator was climbing the stairs using both hands on the rails, heaving himself from stair to stair, even more winded and weak than he himself had been after his harrowing escape. Alex figured the man’s firearm was tucked into his belt, just as his own was. He refrained from drawing his Glock, realizing he’d need both hands if he was going to launch an effective attack.
When the dark-clothed man was within arm’s reach of his hiding place, his back turned to the window, Alex jumped one last time.
4...From Sleeping with Danger (Chapter 5, "Riding a Fantasy)
Using the edges of the tub, he hauled himself out of the soapy water and stood looking down at his kneeling companion. “Lie back, Rory. And face me. Now.”
He could not explain a sudden need to take this dominant man, make him shout until he was hoarse.
“Is that an order, Alejo?”
“Si, cabrón.”
Rory’s mustache lifted under an evil smile. “Gang warily.”
The Drummond Clan cry, the one Rory had directed to be engraved on their rings. Go carefully.
“Raise your legs to my shoulders, love. And I promise I’ll go, and come warily too.”
They rarely fucked in the missionary position—mainly because Rory was usually too impatient to turn him on his ass instead of his belly. Also because the big guy invariably struggled for dominant position.
But tonight Alex was a beast. He was willing to crack the goddamn marble tub to get his way.
“A highland fuck, Rory. Legs up. A ride to the peak.”
He saw the smolder in the man’s sea-green eyes, knew him well enough to sense the moment of surrender.
He knelt between Rory’s raised thighs and leaned into his mouth. His prick knew the way well enough, below the swollen testes, past the taint, into the cumberland gap, up the trail of tears…
He timed his tongue-sucks with his measured thrusts. Once or twice he pulled away from the open mouth to watch the face, the way his partner’s glazed-over eyes rolled back…loving the slack of his jaw, the grunts of desire, the chipped-flint of his nipples.
When he could not hold back, when Rory’s tunnel began to buck and shiver and jump, when he heard the guttural roar of his lover’s release, he came in a cascade of hot need.
COLLAPSE
Susan Wilson on Amazon wrote:One of 21 reviews for Nevada Highlander: 5.0 out of 5 stars Breathtaking Story
Reviewed in the United States on October 26, 2015
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I completely fell in love with this book (and the entire series) pretty much from the first page. Ms. O'Quinn has created a world that I got lost in. My idea of Nevada is driving through the desert from California to Las Vegas, and I sometimes forget that there is so much more to that beautiful state. The detail that she gives brought the area to life in my mind. It made me want to grab my husband, the car, a tent, and some heavy sleeping bags and head out there to witness it.Along with the world building, "Nevada Highlander" has two of the most masculine, yet most romantic, main characters I've ever read in an MM story. I don't want to give any spoilers away, but I will say that Rory is a Scottish Laird who has decided he wants to come to America to go on a hunt in the Nevada wilderness. Alex is a cop who has been tasked to keep an eye on Rory while he's here. It's at the request of Rory's politically minded uncle. When the men meet, sparks fly instantly. I mean that. Instantly. Sometimes, you know when you met "the ONE", and these two are it for each other. Alex hates keeping this secret assignment from Rory, but he's got a job to do, and he's going to do it.
Their developing relationship is joy to witness. I fell as deeply in love with Alex and Rory as they fell for each other. Sure, the sex is nuclear between them...the perfect combination of tenderness and rough. As I mentioned, they're two of the most masculine MM romance characters I've ever read, so it's like watching two giant stones colliding...tongues, hands, teeth...just amazing. However, I couldn't help feel, in my heart, the absolute they were feeling while they were coming together.
Keep in mind, this is the first book in a series. Be prepared to jump in and buy the second book ("The Kilt Complex") right away. You'll want to continue to follow Alex and Rory as much as you want to take your next breath. Forgive me for sounding like I'm gushing because I AM gushing. This book has made it's way into my soul, and I think it will creep into yours as well.
Bo on Amazon wrote:1 of 10 reviews for The Kilt Complex:
Susan Wilson
5.0 out of 5 stars Who Else Loves Men in Kilts?
Reviewed in the United States on January 19, 2015
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There’s much to be said for a man in a kilt, and Erin O’Quinn says it beautifully! Add to that a man who’s more at home in jeans and boots, an Irish wolfhound, a dead scientist and a politician with a secret. That’s The Kilt Complex, told in O’Quinn’s inimitable style, with the careful attention to detail she brings to everything she writes.
Rory Drummond and his lover, Alex Dominguez, are working to uncover who’s behind the puzzling events that bring an immense wolfhound into their lives when Rory’s uncle, a member of Parliament, is threatened with disclosure of a secret that will end his career. Rather than having Alex’s back, in every way that could possibly mean, Rory has to defend the family honor and save the uncle who’s caused him a great deal of trouble over the years. Alex is well familiar with danger, since he’s a former cop from Nevada, but Rory’s never seen him in (that kind of) action and his attempts to protect that man he loves stand a good chance of backfiring. Can he learn to trust both Alex and himself enough to let go and to speak the words that need saying?
The sex is blistering, the love deep, and the danger intense. An excellent read that delivers on every level.
Bo on Amazon wrote:1 of 10 reviews for Hunter's Point
Bo
5.0 out of 5 stars These Men Are on Fire
Reviewed in the United States on June 13, 2015
Verified PurchaseErin O'Quinn is on fire!
I was stunned by how she has turned what has so far been a sensuous, sometimes out-of-control, always adventurous but sometimes ambiguous relationship between two seriously alpha males (Nevada cop Alex Dominguez and Scottish noble Rory Drummond) into a rough riding, deeply personal, violently nasty adventure, plus an exquisite love story for our time, if not for the ages.
Let's get something straight (oops!) from the start: Ms. Quinn has an almost completely unique ability capture the ground, and eras, of all her books, whether in early 20th Century Ireland, Dark Ages Ireland and Britain, contemporary western United States and Scotland. In this case, she admits she has never visited Scotland--well, I would think she would be hired instantly by the Tourist Board there because this one rolls over the dunes and fields and through the city of Perth like a completely delightful travelogue.
But, I digress. This one takes us way deeper into the until now hidden psyches of Alex and Rory--and thank goodness for their faithful Irish (yes, Irish) wolfhound, Thistle, for providing the catalytic moments they need to be themselves with each other, and to stumble on the plot herein. And what a plot it is! There will be no exposition from these typing fingers as to what has come about, and out, in the latest possible murder which they confront. No, you have to read the book to find out, but don't worry--this one starts as if she strikes a match and then lights a long winding fuse to the pyre of desire, among other things.
This plotline is wicked, filled with evil, engrossing, and redeeming all at once. But through it all, our tall and broad and handsome and hot and completely oversexed protagonists find new meaning in the meanings of life and love. They are a pair for the ages, and this book has the potential to spin off at least one, and possibly two, characters into a series of their own if Ms. Quinn wants to light another match. Poof!
1 of 6 reviews for Sleeping with Danger:
Bo
5.0 out of 5 stars Brilliant Conclusion
Reviewed in the United States on October 14, 2018
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You could not think of a more unlikely pair than Nevada cop-detective Alex Dominguez and laird-of-the-manor-in-waiting Rory Drummond not only because of their cultural differences but also of their occasional self-doubts about being worthy of each other.Forget that illusion. This is a wonderfully drawn couple best shown on the cover of the first book in this series--two super hot, and always horny, young buffs who get into troubles you cannot imagine and then involve a whole slew of sometimes wonderful and sometimes strange and sometimes vicious characters in their personal and professional lives. This tendency leads to a series which is full of adventure, some nasty encounters, and a ton of sex in a wide variety of places.
This mix is Erin Quinn's forte, and in this one she underscores her superior writing and plotting talents once again. The plot here is typically off the wall but in so many twists and turns O'Quinn surprises us with hidden clues, and hidden motives and desires that in one or two cases may surprise you. She even tosses in a name from another series in a tongue-in-cheek way that made me chuckle. (Sneaky, Ms. O'Quinn!)
I had an inkling of one or two plot twists but they did not match the way things developed--which is the hallmark of a wonderful tale spinner. And her writing, even to the extent that she mixes a great deal of Scottish/Celtic language (and some Spanish) into her narrative, never fails to excite and delight.
Get this book--but if you haven't read the others, start at the beginning. You will not be find a better series of its type any time soon.
This multicultural pairing is between a Highland Scot and a third-generation Colombian.
