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Tuesday, March 31, 2015

ARC Review: Justice Prevails (Sin City Uniforms #3) by Morticia Knight

Justice Prevails
GENRE: GAY
THRILLERS AND SUSPENSE
CRIME AND MYSTERY
This is book three in the Sin City Uniforms series, see the full series listing here
Never judge a sexy man by his cover. Detective Beau Williams is hardworking, dedicated and professional. He enjoys the finer things in life, but with his heavy caseload that includes what Beau suspects is a new serial killer, he has no time to enjoy much of anything. What the tall redhead needs is someone to shake him up a little. Investigative Technician Austin Kent never met a snarky joke he didn’t like—or a set of stairs that couldn’t trip him up. One night after a devastating episode at work, Austin sees something else he likes—the handsome detective he’s seen around the station whom he’s always wondered about. But after he makes a drunken fool of himself in front of Detective Williams, he’s sure there’s no hope. Beau and Austin’s worlds collide when Austin is sent to pick up some evidence at the station. Amidst a myriad of twists and turns in the troubling serial killer-style murders of Vegas conventioneers, Austin and Beau discover that there’s more to the other than they’d originally thought. There might even be more they’d like to give—unless the killer has the final say. Publisher's Note: This book is best read in sequence as part of a series but can be read as a standalone.

Review by: multitaskingmomma
My Rating: 4 of 5 Stars



Austin hides behind a mask. He makes jokes, he is the life of the party and he is fun. What no one sees is the pain he bottles up and the helping hand he offers the less fortunate. No one gets to see his fascination with a certain Detective Beau Williams who works in the very place he delivers or picks up evidence for. 

Beau sees Austin drunk and inconsolable one night and wonders at the man's pain. He is surprised when he could not stop thinking of the man. He is more surprised when he finds out that Austin helps him on his quest to finding a serial killer.

The two men become friends first then lovers but this is glossed over so kind of reads fast and rushed. I really don't mind for I got to enjoy the two men's relationship faster. Add in the erotica, and well, blushing is a mild adjective.

The Sin City Uniforms is one of my favorite Crime, Mystery series and the way Morticia Knight does it, one is never left unsatisfied. The romance is hot, the action is fast, the pace is even faster, and the plot develops really, really well. Of all the books in this series, this is the most light hearted of them all despite it having the weirdest, nastiest and most disgusting fetishes I had ever come across. But I will zip my fingers to a halt now, for fear of leaking more spoilers. Just know: this is a great read and should not ever be missed. For those who love Ms Knight, there is absolutely no regret in the reading. Just a regret that it ended so soon.





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“You wanna fuck later?”
“Jesus, Romeo. How can I resist when you put it like that?”
Austin Kent wiped the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief before stuffing it back in his jeans pocket. The Las Vegas heat sucked ass in June. It had its moments the rest of the year too. Picking up his binoculars, he then peered through them at what, to anyone else, would appear to be an abandoned trailer. He ignored Kyle’s offer. Austin was currently more interested in the police officer’s protection than his dick.
Don’t see why I can’t carry a piece on the job.
Apparently, Investigative Technicians weren’t considered to be the bad-asses of the justice system in Vegas.
“Was that a yes?”
He decided it wouldn’t be a good idea to punch Kyle, since it would give away their location. Other than that, it was an awesome idea.
“That was a vehement ‘no’. I never know what I’m getting into with you.”
“I thought you enjoyed last time.”
“I shot a load. That part I enjoyed. The rest I could’ve done without.”
“I wanted to surprise you.”
“Oh, I was surprised all right.”
“You know, a lot of guys like it when—”
“Shh. Here comes Daniel now.”
Kyle grabbed the binoculars. “Shit. In the nick of time too. Our boy’s on the move.”
“Hey. Do you mind?” Austin yanked the glasses back. “Goddammit.”
It looked as if his witness was going to evade being served yet again. It was ironic since Austin had originally thought it would be quick and simple. He’d met Vinnie at the first annual Powwow on the Paiute Indian Reservation when they were both only ten years old. Austin’s stepdad was almost full-blooded and had taken him so he could experience the culture. He’d explained that even though Austin didn’t have enough Paiute blood in him to be considered an official tribe member, he should still learn about that part of his heritage. Ever since then, he and Vinnie had been close friends—even if things had eroded somewhat in recent years. It sucked to be the one who had to serve him.
He missed his stepdad. The guy had treated him pretty good. Ben had always told him to live his life the way he wanted, that when he got older, people would try to change him—tell him how he should be. Austin had always wondered if Ben had known all along that Austin was gay. Not too long after that first Powwow, the Gulf War had begun and Ben was a part of Operation Desert Shield. He never came back.
“Hey, guys, we had a scuffle at the golf course. I got here as soon as I could.” Their backup, Daniel Ochoa—Kyle’s fellow officer of Paiute law enforcement—kept his voice low as he approached.
Austin snorted. “I guess those old white guys can get vicious on the green.”
“You have no idea.”
Austin and Kyle were hidden behind a large boulder. Daniel crouched next to them and Austin noted that the Paiute officer had parked his vehicle down the incline and out of sight. He’d driven in on the same back desert road that he and Kyle had used to avoid detection. Kyle elbowed him in the ribs.
“Ow. Fuck.”
“Look, look, look. He wasn’t leaving. Vinnie’s just sitting out there smoking.” Kyle had the binoculars pressed to his face. “This is better, man. We can see everything around him.”
“Except for who’s in the trailer, dickwad.”
Daniel nodded his head. “Austin’s right, Kyle. There’s no telling who might be in there. We approach Vinnie now and we could get picked off in an instant. One of Marquez’ guys could be in there cooking. We should secure the residence before Austin tries to serve him.”
Kyle frowned, seemingly butt hurt over Daniel not taking his side. “There’s never been any intel to indicate Vinnie’s trailer was being used to manufacture meth.”
“Right.” Daniel swatted at a small bug flitting around his sweat-soaked face. “But there hasn’t been any indicator that he wasn’t cooking in his home either.”
Home was too kind a word. Vinnie’s abode wasn’t in any danger of being featured in Architectural Digest—or anywhere, ever. It was lucky to still be upright. The dented, rusted mess was a blight, set way back on his mom’s property, a mockery to her beautiful recently built house. He’d told Austin a few years back that as long as he didn’t have to see her face or hear her shit, he didn’t care what he lived in.
Austin sighed, too stressed out from the whole cockstorm that had been his day to dwell on all that had gone wrong with the life of one of his longest and closest friends. There was a job to do and he was the fucker who got to serve a witness subpoena to someone who would view it as an act of utter betrayal.
“Okay then. What’s the plan?”
Austin directed his question to Daniel. Kyle had gone on Austin’s ‘you’re brain dead to me now’ list after the ‘you wanna fuck’ remark in the middle of their stakeout.
“I’m gonna sneak around the back. I can make it without detection if I keep low behind the sage brush over there.” He gestured toward the area he meant. “When I radio that the trailer is clear, I want you both to advance on him.” Daniel turned to Kyle. “Don’t draw on him, but be ready. We don’t want to come in aggressive, get him worked up. Hopefully, when he sees Austin, he’ll be cool.”
Austin prayed Daniel was right. Since Vinnie had been off his meds, no one knew what to expect from him anymore. Iraq hadn’t been kind to anyone close to Austin. Not only had he lost his stepdad in the Gulf War, he’d in essence lost his closest friend to the Iraq War. Whatever it was that had happened to Vinnie when he’d served had forever broken him.
“Be ready.” Daniel turned toward his destination, but whispered over his shoulder before taking off. “Kyle, make sure your radio is on low and listen for my all clear.”
Kyle grunted after Daniel was out of earshot. “Can you believe that shit? He always treats me like I’m an idiot.”
Even though Kyle had walked right into that one, Austin was too cranky and heat exhausted to run with it. He bit at his lip and futilely tried to get his bristly dark hair to stay off his face. He typically kept it short—it would get too frizzy otherwise. But he was a busy guy, and other than staying in reasonably good physical shape, he didn’t give too much thought to his appearance.
There was a small crackle from Kyle’s radio then he whispered into it. He nodded at Austin to go ahead. Austin’s joints complained at being in the unforgiving position for so long as he rose to his feet. He was only thirty-five years old, but his body was constantly being abused on the job in one way or another. It didn’t help that he could be a bit klutzy at times either. A nice soak in the hot tub at his condo later would be a welcome treat. The first rush of pebbles and dirt down the incline once they’d gotten close to their target caused Vinnie to twist around. His eyes widened in shock then quickly narrowed in anger as he glared at Austin. He threw his cigarette to the ground.
Come on, guy. It’s me. Just doin’ my job.




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