This is a tough thing for me to say, but I do believe this is my favorite book of the Evergreen Grove series. This was the story I didn’t think I’d pull off, but nevertheless believed I HAD to pull off, because Alonzo and Lt. Haas simply could not be left without their HEA. Don’t Let Go is contemporary m/m romance, with two pushy heroes who love to hate each other, and a May-December age gap to nearly make things impossible. So please read and enjoy, because you need this book in your life. Trust me. And Alonzo and Sebastian need YOU.
About Don’t Let Go:
Left behind by everyone he’s ever loved, Alonzo Grover lives as if he’s got no future. The discovery of a letter from his deceased boyfriend breaks him out of his rut and spurs him to right an old wrong, but the local stick-in-the-mud sheriff’s lieutenant seems determined to ruin his plans.
Lieutenant Sebastian Haas despises tangling with his small town’s most promiscuous party kid. Alonzo’s youth and recklessness drive him crazy in more ways than one… So does the uncomfortable secret they share. But when Haas’s estranged family arrives in town to throw a wedding he wants no part of, he jumps into Alonzo’s car to avoid the family drama.
Together, they wind up on an unexpected road trip. With one setback after another, it looks like they might kill each other before they make it home to Evergreen Grove. That is, unless they find something better to do than fight.
Haas looks like that stick is wedged even farther up his ass than usual. “So why don’t you tell me what the hell is going on?”
“Maybe I just missed you and I wanted to get your attention.” I grin, spreading out on the bench in the holding cell and giving him a look that’s sure to set his hair on fire.
Truth is, I find this guy as interesting as I do enraging. I’ve always found men in uniform strangely hot. And that giant stick up his ass? I’m betting cash money it’s actually the pole for his extra-large freak flag. Believe me, there is definitely a flag.
I’ve seen the proof, and Lieutenant Haas’s presence in this town has been like sand in my jock ever since.
“Haas, you know I wouldn’t pay for sex. It’s not as if I need to. And by the way, you want to tell me how come I’m in here, and good old Celery was allowed to have an orange soda out in the squad room while he waited for his mom?”
I lean back with my knees spread wide on the bench, keeping my stare stuck on his. Reminding him of what we both know. He’s seen me plenty of times with plenty of people, and this right here is bullshit.
He narrows his eyes. Clearly, Haas doesn’t like being reminded that he’s had ringside seats to my shenanigans. Which is why I keep reminding him.
“You’re in here because your behavior in the squad room was completely inappropriate.”
“Please. I was on my best behavior.”
He leans in, wrapping one large hand around the bar of my holding cell. There’s a chunky ring on his left index finger, like a class ring, I’d guess. Not that I ever bothered getting one of those. That sort of man-jewelry always struck me as another penis extension.
Sebastian Hass is a big guy, though. Taller than my own six feet (okay. Five-eleven and one half. Close enough, thankyouverymuch), and broader in the chest and shoulders. The man’s boots are massive. I suspect Haas doesn’t have anything to make up for.
Hey. The guy may be a dick, but he’s got all the right things in all the right places. I’m not fucking blind.