RELEASE TOUR – The Paternity Puzzle by Aimee Nicole Walker
Length: 200 pages
Series: Felonies and Fatherhood, 1
Prior Reading: strongly recommended
Genre: contemporary, romantic suspense
Tropes: established couple, law enforcement, fatherhood, romantic suspense
Trigger/Content Warnings: n/a
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Royce Locke and Sawyer Key are back and better than ever with new mysteries and hilarious shenanigans as they tackle their greatest challenge yet: fatherhood.
A perfect holiday weekend takes a twisted turn when Royce investigates a suspicious death involving Dr. Jean Claude Matisse, a retired pioneer in fertility medicine. What first looks like an accidental overdose quickly turns into something more sinister when explosive allegations reveal hundreds of reasons why someone would want the doctor dead.
This investigation hits close to home, exposing the vulnerabilities of relying on science and a doctor’s ethics to have a family, especially when the hopeful husbands are only a positive pregnancy test away from parenthood.
The Paternity Puzzle is book one in the Felonies and Fatherhood trilogy, the third story arc for Royce Locke and Sawyer Key. ** New readers should start with the Zero Hour and Matrimony and Mayhem trilogies before reading Felonies and Fatherhood. ** The Paternity Puzzle continues Royce and Sawyer’s happily ever after as they move into the most anticipated phase of their lives. Though some storylines span the trilogy, this book does not end in a cliffhanger. Heat, humor, heart, and homicide abound. You have been warned. 18+
EXCERPT:
Sawyer Key pushed through the precinct doors with the intensity of a Karen who needed to speak to a fast-food restaurant manager. He was hot, hungry, and horny with no immediate relief in sight. His plane should’ve landed hours ago, giving him plenty of time to shower and visit with Bones and Dolly before presenting himself at the precinct to support the first graduating class of Explorer cadets. Mechanical problems delayed his connecting flight in Chicago, and he’d arrived in Savannah with no time to spare.
He could feel Royce’s agitation pulsating in the air like a throbbing heartbeat. His husband classified public speaking as the tenth circle of hell, though he was exceptionally good at it once he got started. It was the anticipation that tipped Royce’s natural edginess into irritability. And that’s when Sawyer would typically find creative ways to take Royce’s mind off the speaking engagement. But they were on the sixth day of a weeklong abstention from sex. They’d shared a very active love life, and to suddenly go without the physical and emotional release had seemed like a huge shock to his system. There wasn’t a part of Sawyer’s body that didn’t ache for Royce’s touch, but at least they didn’t have to wait much longer.
And the sacrifice would be worth it.
Seeking Royce out before the graduation ceremony under these circumstances was probably a bad idea, but he strode through the corridors with purpose. Something about Sawyer’s countenance must’ve betrayed the surging storm inside him because his colleagues greeted him with a wary nod instead of their usual cheerfulness. He didn’t need to follow the drumbeat of Royce’s heart to know where to find him; his husband was as predictable as he was sexy. Moments later, Sawyer pushed through the locker room door and took his first easy breath since leaving for the crime convention on Sunday afternoon. Royce stood in front of a sink with his hands braced on the porcelain and his head hanging down. The tense lines of his body matched the tight knot in Sawyer’s stomach. Four days had passed without kissing the man who owned his soul.
Royce slowly raised his head and met Sawyer’s gaze in the mirror. Mercurial gray eyes lit with joy and relief, and wicked lips curved into a smile. But it wasn’t long ago that Royce had resented his very existence, viewing Sawyer as an interloper who’d forced himself into a space he wasn’t wanted. But that was then, and now, Sawyer’s husband wanted him very much.
Royce’s body visibly relaxed, and the knot in Sawyer’s stomach eased. Straightening to his full height, Royce heaved a dramatic sigh of relief. He pushed off the sink and strode to Sawyer, wrapping him up in a tight embrace. “It’s about fucking time.” It was one of Royce’s endearing phrases that never failed to make Sawyer smile.
The press of Royce’s body against his nearly fried Sawyer’s synapses, but he managed a hoarse “Mine.” Day six. One more day until their dream of fatherhood would become one step closer to reality. Sawyer turned his head and pressed his lips to the sensitive spot just beneath Royce’s ear. A shiver of awareness rippled through his husband, triggering a twin reaction in him. Though it killed him, Sawyer put space between them and cupped Royce’s face, stroking his thumb over chiseled cheekbone. “Damn, I’ve missed you.”
About the Author:
Aimee Nicole Walker is an international bestselling author of Male/Male contemporary romance and romantic suspense novels. Her stories guarantee hunks with big…hearts, lots of humor and heat, and the occasional homicide. Aimee is a lifelong dreamer, an avid reader, and an off-key singer. Only two of those traits help her craft captivating characters and charming communities where everyone is welcome. She uses the other quirk to entertain her pets during writing breaks.
Aimee has loved the same guy for over thirty years. Her husband is the reason she can write romance novels, and he’s possibly inspired a fictional murder plot a time or ten. They share three adult children, two adorable grandsons, and a menagerie of pets that don’t include goats or donkeys…yet. Love inspires everything she does, books keep her sane, and coffee is the magic elixir that fuels her day.
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