Publisher:Philtre Press
Release Date (Print & Ebook):July 11th, 2017
Length (Print & Ebook):about 80K words
Subgenre:Contemporary queer romance
Goodreads link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/34928609-heart-of-the-steal
REVIEW:
If you're looking for a sweet escape, Heart of the Steal is a great choice.
It features two men, Amory and Will, who couldn't be more opposite. One is an affluent sometimes art thief and the other is a hardworking FBI art crimes agent. They catch each other's eye at a party and despite some evident reasons why these two would never work, they totally do. Of course there are some stumbling blocks but their absolute adoration and longing they have for each other and their willingness to put aside certain things to make it work makes this a sweet romance you can put away in a day.
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Book Blurb:
Responsible, disciplined William Fox channeled his love for art and his
faith in the rules into being an FBI Art Crimes agent. Right and wrong, justice
and injustice—the differences are clear, and Will has spent his career drawing
a line between them. Maybe his convictions have cost him relationships, but
he’s not willing to compromise what he knows is right. Until the night he meets
Amory Vaughn.
As the head of his family’s philanthropic foundation, Vaughn knows very
well that being rich and powerful can get him almost anything he wants. And
when he meets endearingly grumpy and slightly awkward William Fox, he wants him
more than he’s wanted anything. Vaughn is used to being desired for his name
and his money, but Will doesn’t care about either.
When Vaughn falls back on old habits and attempts to impress Will by
stealing a painting Will admires, their nascent bond blows up in his face. But
Vaughn isn’t willing to give up on the glimpse of passion he saw the night he
took Will apart. Before Will knows it, he’s falling for the man he should have
arrested, and Vaughn has to realize that some things can’t be bought or stolen.
Love has to be given freely. But can a man who lives by the rules, and a man
who thinks the rules don’t apply to him, ever see eye to eye?
Heart of the Steal is a standalone romance with a happy ending. It
features a Southern gentleman who thinks he’s always right, a buttoned-up FBI
agent who secretly likes his buttons unbuttoned, and wall sex. And desk sex.
And picnic blanket sex.
Excerpt
Will shook his head in frustration, his irritation clear.
I could work with irritation. One strong emotion would do just as well as
another. “Don’t act like we’re close. Like you know me. Like you know what
things I like and who I am. Because you don’t.”
“But I’d like to. I’d like to know who you are inside and
out. I wanted to see you again.”
I’d banked on the same spark that had flared to life in my
study after Val’s wedding reigniting, if I could just get William close to me
again.
I let go of the check then and it fluttered to the floor
at our feet. Will glared at me, eyes wide, cheeks flushing. He stooped and
snatched the check up, slapping it down on the desk and whirling back around to
face me.
“You think that you can do anything, get away
with anything, because you’re rich and privileged and handsome,” he spat out,
though his lip twitched at “handsome,” suggesting he hadn’t meant to include it
in his list of offenses. “But it doesn’t work that way. Eventually, things
catch up with you. Eventually, you make a mistake and give the game away.
Eventually, you get caught. And I’m going to be there when you do.”
He’d closed the distance between us and I could smell him:
inexpensive aftershave and soap, and a hint of stale, after-work sweat clinging
to his clothes. It was the smell I imagined was associated with the first kiss
after a lover walked in the door. The kiss that said, I’m so happy to be done with work and home, here, with you. The
kiss that said, I’ll go change and then
we can start our evening together. The kisses I’d thought about enough that
they felt real, but never actually had.
“You’re here now,” I murmured, mostly to myself. I’d lost
the thread of the conversation a bit, distracted by thinking about William
coming home to…me. I wasn’t sure where the thought had come from. I wasn’t the
coming-home-to type, or so I’d been told by enough lovers I assumed they must
be onto something.
But William’s eyes were narrowed and his color was high
and his breath was audible. Either he was about to hit me, or—
The kiss hit me like a fist, and I had to grab him around
the shoulders to keep from pitching backward under the onslaught. I allowed
myself the briefest moment of victory that my plan had worked, and then I sank
into the kiss. His mouth had the slightly sharp bite of coffee, but that gave
way almost immediately to the warm caramel taste that was Will’s alone. It was
sugar and heat and richly turning leaves and I opened my mouth, desperate for
more of it.
About the
authors:
Roan Parrish lives in Philadelphia where she is
gradually attempting to write love stories in every genre.
When not writing, she can usually be found cutting her
friends’ hair, meandering through whatever city she’s in while listening to
torch songs and melodic death metal, or cooking overly elaborate meals. She
loves bonfires, winter beaches, minor chord harmonies, and self-tattooing. One
time she may or may not have baked a six-layer chocolate cake and then thrown
it out the window in a fit of pique.
She is represented by Courtney
Miller-Callihan of Handspun Literary Agency.
Avon Gale wrote her first story at the age
of seven, about a “Space Hat” hanging on a rack and waiting for that special
person to come along and purchase it — even if it was a bit weirder than the
other, more normal hats. Like all of Avon’s characters, the space hat did get
its happily ever after — though she’s pretty sure it was with a unicorn. She
likes to think her vocabulary has improved since then, but the theme of quirky
people waiting for their perfect match is still one of her favorites.
Avon grew up in the southern United States,
and now lives with her very patient husband in a liberal midwestern college
town. When she’s not writing, she’s either doing some kind of craft
project that makes a huge mess, reading, watching horror movies, listening to music
or yelling at her favorite hockey team to get it together, already. Avon is
always up for a road trip, adores Kentucky bourbon, thinks nothing is as stress
relieving as a good rock concert and will never say no to candy.
At one point, Avon was the mayor of both
Jazzercise and Lollicup on Foursquare. This tells you basically all you need to
know about her as a person.
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