by Lynn Michaels
Genre: M/M Sports Romance
Can they handle the competition?
Getting down and dirty in the sand is all in a day’s work for pro-volleyball digger, Robby Gilcrest, but a new doubles partner has him competing both on and off the court.
Ace Henderson comes from the wrong side of the tracks and has worked for every success in his life. Why should he think his relationship with Robby would be any different?
But he’s not losing to Morgan. Robby is his, right?
Beach volleyball and fouled emotions will bring them together or tear them apart–right on time for these Olympic hopefuls.
A sweet MM romance with an established couple and plenty of balls.
#sweet heat
#sports romance
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Clothes were strewn across the bed next to my suitcase. I dropped in a few shirts and then my hoodie, but I didn’t know what the weather would be like in Cambodia. I grabbed my phone, and apparently, it was summertime over there. I’d toss the hoodie to make room for extra shorts and shirts. Curious, I clicked around on my phone until I found a website for the venue where we would be playing. It was outside, but not on an actual beach. Hopefully, it would still be better for Robby. He preferred to be outside.

The front door slammed as I contemplated how he was doing. From all the banging around, I had to guess his practice didn’t go well.

“I’m home,” Robby called from the kitchen.

Dropping whatever article of clothing was in my hand, I headed down the hall to see how I could help. “How’d everything go?” I figured I’d get it out fast rather than let it fester with him.

“Sucked.” He took a drink of water from a bottle.

“Couldn’t have been that bad.”

He set the water on the counter. “It was.”

“Okay, how?”

“Morgan. He’s an idiot. I thought he had skill, but now I’m not so sure.” He shook his head.

“You’re probably being too hard on him.”

“Yeah, you’re right. It was probably me. I’m washed up and can’t set a ball to save my life.”

I glared at him. “Knock it off. What’s the real problem here?”

Before he could answer, my phone buzzed and rang with the generic tone, which meant I didn’t know who was calling. I looked at the number. “I think it’s the police.”

“Well, answer it.”


“Mr. Archie Henderson?” a squeaky voice asked.

“Yes, and it’s Ace, please.”

“Sure. Mr. Ace. We’ve recovered one of the items stolen from your break-in. You can come by tomorrow morning to pick it up. Bring ID.”

“That’s great. Thanks. What was it?”

“I’m not at liberty to say. Just come pick it up—eight am.” They hung up, and I slid the phone across the counter.

“What’s wonderful?” Robby asked.

“They found something.”

“They know who did it?”

I shook my head. “They didn’t say that. They recovered something. I don’t know what, but we can swing in to get it before going to the airport.”

“I guess it’s something.”

“Yep. Let’s get packed.”

Lynn Michaels lives and writes in Tampa, Florida where the sun is hot and the Sangria is cold. When she’s not writing she’s kayaking, hanging with her husband, or reading by the pool. Lynn writes Male/Male romance because she believes everyone deserves a happy ending and the dynamics of male characters can be intriguing, vulnerable, and exciting. She has both contemporary and paranormal titles and has been writing since 2014. Her stories don’t follow any set guidelines or ideas, but come from her heart and contain love in many forms.

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