Title: Long Time Gone
When a tornado meets a volcano, nothing is safe.
Soldier of fortune Prophet Drews always worked alone—until Tom Boudreaux became his partner. But when Tom walked away three months ago, ostensibly to keep Prophet safe, Prophet learned the true meaning of being alone. Everyone knows that Prophet, a Navy SEAL turned CIA spook turned mercenary, can look after himself. Which means he must’ve driven his lover away.
Even with half a world between them, Prophet can’t get the man out of his head. Maybe that’s why he’s in New Orleans in the middle of a hurricane, protecting Tom’s aunt. But the only looter around is Tom, bursting back into Prophet’s life. It turns out that Prophet’s been stuck in Tom’s head—and heart—too.
Their explosive reunion gets even hotter when Tom is arrested for murder. As they fight to clear his name, they delve deep into his past, finding enemies among everyone they meet. Staying alive in such a dangerous world is hard enough, but they soon discover that fighting to stay together is the most difficult thing they’ve ever done.
Author: S. E. Jakes
Other books by this author that we've reviewed: Catch a Ghost, Dirty Deeds, Free falling, Running WIld
Series: Hell or High Water
Other books in this series that we've reviewed: Catch a Ghost, Not Fade Away, Not Fade Away
Published by Riptide Publishing Source: Author
Published: October 28, 2013
Genres: Crime Drama, Male Male Romance, Romantic Suspense, Suspense
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Long Time Gone by S.E. Jakes was an adventure in intrigue, murder, and suspense. Prophet and Tom are back to further their escapades as operatives and lovers. The men found themselves in the Bayou of New Orleans during a hurricane, trapped with weather and dodging those that want them dead.
Ms. Jakes delivered passion as she brought Prophet and Tom to the forefront of action-packed scene after scene. Everything with these two men was explosive and passionate. From escaping the enemy, whether physically or psychologically, to between the sheets, or should I say on the washer? The heat between Prophet and Tom was off the chart, nothing short of orgasmic.
Prophet and Tom have fallen so far in love with each other that they risked everything to keep the other safe, even if it meant leaving and avoidance. The chemistry between the two is one of C-4 with a dose of spirituality. Ms. Jakes gave them depth of character with flaws that endeared and alienated at the same time.
The secondary characters provided the extra punch of mystery and excitement and I look forward to the next installment where Mal and Cillian will get their story.
S.E. Jakes is a master story teller, transporting the reader to another world where passion know no bounds, adventure takes on a new meaning of drama, and the sexual encounters leave you breathless, reaching for the glass of wine post coitus.
In Catch a Ghost, you met Prophet and Tommy, operatives at EE, Ltd. Catch a Ghost delved into the ghosts of Prophet’s past for sure, and hinted at the ones chasing Tommy. For Long Time Gone, we’re heading back to Tommy’s hometown to discover what drives him.
And man, was it ever a trip. In the mood for a little bit of an angsty except? Well, I just happen to have one of those below!
Prophet let the door swing open to the small cabin, tucked deep in the bayou, that Etienne called his studio. But he didn’t walk through it. Not immediately.
He’d made Etienne drop him off down the road so Tom wouldn’t hear the car coming, and obviously his voodoo-ometer was off, because he whirled around, surprised. Drew his weapon.
For a second, he kept it raised between them. Prophet stared at it and then at him, and Tom slowly lowered his arm and rested the gun back on an old table that was covered in paint, like the floor.
The little shit just stood there, surrounded by canvases in progress, looking at him defiantly. His face was bruised, his knuckles bloody, and it was hard to imagine that not more than eight hours ago, they had been fucking. And closer to common ground than Prophet could’ve ever hoped for.
Prophet strolled in, closed the door behind him with a slam. Grabbed a chair, turned it around, and sat, his arms folded over its back. “So . . . you and Cope.”
Tom furrowed his brow. “Me and Cope?”
“You’re getting along, then? You spent a lot of quality time with him.”
“He’s straight, you know.”
“Did you hit on him without realizing that?”
“God,” Tom snarled, “I want to hit you when you act like that with me.” And yep, the brawl had made his anger worse. The place reverberated with it.
“Business as usual,” Prophet said quietly. “Good to know nothing’s changed.”
“Right. Nothing’s changed.”
“Emphasis noted.” The silence stretched between them like a lonely road. “So, did you kill your ex-boyfriend?”
“Jesus H. Christ, Prophet.”
“It’s a legitimate question.”
“Only from an asshole. And Miles is not my fucking ex-boyfriend.”
Tom ran a hand through his hair. It was longer than Prophet was used to. A couple of months in EE did that to most operatives.
He also noted that the bracelet he was used to seeing on Tommy’s wrist was gone. He glanced at the table, where Tom’s gun and wallet were, and the bracelet lay there, most likely taken off when he was booked, but not put back on. “I’m supposed to call my watchdog off,” he said quietly.
Tom blinked. Comprehended faster than he’d pretended to. “Is that what you’re doing?”
“It’s better if you stop following him.”
“You’re into doing what Cillian tells you to?” Tom’s voice was low and dangerous.
“I’m into people not being in my business.”
“Right. Just a select few are allowed in.”
“I don’t want anyone in more danger because of me than they need to be.”
“Right.” Tom’s drawl was as thick as the tension.
“I didn’t kill your ex,” Prophet said, in part to change the topic. And, in part to piss Tom off. “But he did call me. Wanted me to meet him.”
Tom’s hands fisted, then opened. “About what?”
“Are you making this shit up?”
“Why would I do that? Figured Etienne and I should pool our knowledge and figure out why the fuck you were almost framed.”
“I know why.”
“Want to share with the class?”
Tom threw himself into a seat. Based on his expression, the answer was a solid no, but Prophet never let that stop him. “Not really, Teach.”
“Sarcasm’s my domain, not yours,” Prophet informed him seriously. “Who the fuck was Miles to you?”
“Someone who made my goddamned life hell when I was growing up. Just like ninety percent of the fucking parish. Happy now?” Tom stood so fast the chair fell behind him.
“Thrilled,” Prophet said dryly. “Now sit the fuck back down, because Teach isn’t done.”
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