Genre: Erotic Gay Contemporary Romance Heat Level: 3 Word Count: 36, 000 ISBN: 978-0-3695-1396-0 Editor: Stephanie Marrie Cover Artist: Jay Aheer

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Black Tide, 1

Kael “Surge” Makani built Black Tide to protect the innocent by hunting the monsters who hide behind money and power. But when a mission exposes a ghost from his past—a man he buried years ago—everything he’s fought for teeters on the edge.

Drew Hawkins has lived a half-life as Wraith, an undercover mercenary working to dismantle the Directorate, a shadow network profiting from global chaos. When his hunt collides with Kael’s war, their reunion ignites more than old wounds. The chemistry that once burned between them is back—and so is the danger.

With their team under siege and their enemies closing in, Kael and Drew must face a choice—trust each other and risk everything … or lose the one chance they have to set things right.

In a world built on blood and betrayal, love might be the one thing worth going full throttle for.

Be Warned: m/m sex

 

Excerpt:

The desert night pressed close around them, heat bleeding from the rocks even after sunset. Kael “Surge” Makani crouched behind a crumbling wall and studied the glow of the compound through his scope. Everything looked perfect—too damn perfect.

Niko “Reef” Keahi slid up beside him, silent as shadow. Even in the dark, Kael felt the weight of his brother’s stare. They didn’t need words. They never had.

Still, Kael murmured, low enough only Reef would hear. “Intel reads clean. Doesn’t feel clean.”

Reef’s jaw flexed. “Yeah. Feels like somebody gift-wrapped us a corpse.”

Kael huffed a quiet laugh, more exhale than humor. The mission had been straight out of the handler’s mouth—kill a weapons broker feeding cartels across three borders. Satellite recon, blueprints, guard rotations. Everything by the book. But Kael had been doing this too long to believe in tidy kills.

Static cracked in his earpiece. “Black Tide, this is Handler. Confirm eyes on the mark.”

Kael tapped his mic. “Affirmative. We’re in position.”

“Copy that. Stand by for go order.”

Kael signaled the others. Reef shifted to his right flank, checking cover. Torch—Keanu Palani—was a dark shape on the ridge, his rifle balanced steady. Breaker, Luca Alama, muttered into the channel from the east perimeter, voice thick with his usual dry sarcasm. “This guy better be worth the heat. I’m sweating my balls off out here.”

“Stay frosty,” Kael replied, eyes still on the compound. “You know how it goes. The hotter the night, the colder the intel.”

“Copy that,” Manō—Tane Ikaika—added from his overwatch post near Torch. Calm. Controlled. Tane always sounded like he had an ocean inside him—smooth surface, dangerous undertow.

Kael checked his timer. They’d been out here for six hours. The mark—a mid-level arms dealer named Vargas—hadn’t shown his face until twenty minutes ago. Too convenient.

The comm crackled again. “Black Tide, Handler. Green light. Target is confirmed inside main structure, second floor, north-facing window. Execute.”

Kael’s gut tightened. Something in the handler’s voice didn’t sit right—too eager. No hesitation, no ‘verify your shots’. Just do it and disappear.

He flicked his mic. “Copy green. Engaging.”

He signaled Reef. Move. The team flowed like one organism—silent, efficient, lethal. Kael led them through the breach, boots whispering against sand and steel. They reached the second floor without contact, but the silence screamed.

Vargas sat at a table, hands folded, eyes steady. Not surprised—expectant.

Kael raised his suppressed pistol. The crosshairs centered on Vargas’s forehead.

The man exhaled. “You are supposed to kill me.”

Kael hesitated. “Say that again.”

“My family won’t get the money if you don’t.” Vargas’s voice cracked. He looked at Kael almost pleadingly. “They said it had to be you.”

A chill crawled down Kael’s spine. He thumbed his comm. “Handler, confirm. The mark just said this is a setup.”

Silence.

“Handler, do you copy?”

Still nothing.

Reef’s low growl came over the channel. “We’re dark. Comms are jammed.”

Torch’s voice cut in, sharp and urgent. “Movement, east ridge! Multiple hostiles closing fast.”

Kael cursed under his breath. “Manō, status?”

“I’ve got visuals. Unmarked uniforms, but these guys are military-grade, boss. Not cartel, not civvies.”

“Shit.” Kael’s pulse kicked into overdrive. “All units, abort. I repeat, abort. Exfil to rally point Bravo.”

Reef spun toward him. “What about the mark?”

Kael looked back at Vargas, who was trembling now. The man whispered, “I’m already dead. Go.”

Kael holstered his pistol and grabbed Reef’s shoulder. “We’re done here. Move.”

They burst from the building as gunfire erupted. Torch’s sniper shot cracked from above—clean, precise, buying them seconds. Manō laid suppressive fire, shouting curses in Hawaiian. Breaker called out bearings, his voice the calm in the storm.

Kael led them through the alleys, mind racing. Whoever had set this op had wanted them boxed in. The betrayal was like heat under his skin. Their handler wasn’t just compromised—he was complicit.

Reef fell in beside him as they sprinted for the exfil point. “You thinking what I’m thinking?”

Kael nodded once. “We’re not just burned. We’re expendable.”

Torch’s voice came through again, breathless. “We can’t go home to base after this, boss.”

Kael didn’t look back. “Then we build our own home.”

They hit the extraction zone to find their evac bird burning, rotor blades melted, no survivors. Kael stared at the wreckage, jaw tight.

Breaker kicked a rock into the flames. “Guess that’s our ticket out, huh?”

Kael turned slowly, scanning the horizon. The night wind shifted, carrying smoke and gunpowder. In the distance, dark figures advanced—unmarked, disciplined, efficient.

He looked at his team—his brothers. Reef, Torch, Breaker, Manō. Family born of fire.

“Black Tide,” he said, voice low but steady. “New orders. We survive. We disappear. And when we come back—we come for answers.”

Reef grinned, all teeth and defiance. “That’s the Kael I know.”

Torch chambered a round. “Let’s make them earn it.”

Manō gave a rare, feral smile. “Like a wave. Hit hard, pull back, hit harder.”

Breaker laughed. “Hell, let’s ride it.”

Kael drew his weapon, the heat of the fire reflecting in his dark eyes. “Then ride it, boys. Black Tide rolls tonight.”

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