Friday, January 24, 2014

Blog Tour + Review + Giveaway: Slow Burn by Sam B. Morgan

Title: Slow Burn
Author: Sam B. Morgan
Genre: Adult, Gay/Lesbian Romance
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Review Source: eARC provided for Review


Detective Douglas Brody has only ever known the life of a cop. Raised strict but fair by his police chief father, he joined the academy right out of school, climbed the ranks hard and fast, and now works homicide for the City of Charleston. The job is his entire life. For years it’s kept him happy enough to minimize the side of him that craves what he believes is wrong. When an accident on the job puts him temporarily off duty, everything in Brody’s world changes. He has to prove himself once more to be best cop in the department, all while dealing with Zack – his persistent, sexy, and out of the closet physical therapist.

Zack is big grins, floppy hair and tackles his job with the same full-blown enthusiasm he does everything else. When the “patient from hell” is thrown his way by another PT who can’t handle him, Zack is committed to achieving the impossible. His new patient is a head strong and hot as hell homicide detective, who oozes as much resentment as he does sex appeal. Any involvement with a patient, never mind a man who is so deep in the closet he can’t see light, is something Zack swore he’d never do again.

But Brody slowly proves too much to resist…

Slow Burn was a wonderful story with a lot of heart, steamy sexual encounters and a even some suspense built in.  I never quite had the ending figured out which was fun because a lot of times I can see these things coming.  I think this is also the first book I've read by a Male author in a long time.  The perspective was refreshing! 

We have our two main characters, Detective Douglas Brody (or Brody as he's referred to throughout the book), a hard nose man who sticks to the one thing he knows, his job, and pretty much shuts all other possible relationships out.  Especially the kind of relationship he craves.  Brody is gay but he won't admit it to himself and least of all to anyone else, doesn't mean he doesn't take on the occasional out of town hook up when his hand is no longer doing the job for him.  While working a case that Brody has been on since he started with the PD he chases down a suspect and royally screws his knee and lands himself in the hands of our other male lead, Zack, his Physical Therapist.  Zack is pretty much the complete opposite of Brody.  He's out and proud, laid back, the surfer/hippie type.  He lives in a house on the beach and loves his life.  The one thing they do have in common is that they are both the best at what they do and Zack makes Brody a promise, that he'll get him back to tip top shape and even go one better, he'll get him making PT scores he hasn't made since the Academy.

Brody is attracted to Zack right off the bat but he'd never admit it.  He goes back to his rubbing one out in the shower ways when the can't get the sexy therapist off his brain first thing in the morning.  But when their attraction is finally out on the table, neither of them is able to resist, causing Brody to confront frustrations that he placed on himself long before his father died and causing Zack to decide if he can be with someone who may never come out of the closet.
"It was intense, better than I'd imagined...and I fucking loved it - if that wasn't obvious enough for you last night, I'm telling you now.  So don't worry. I'm as sold on you as you are on me." ~ Brody
Their passion and caring for one another is deep and well written.  I like Sam Morgan's writing style and would love to have more of Brody and Zack's story in the future.  I will definitely be picking more books up by this Author.  Thank you again for allowing me to review your work!  

He could work out a resting heart rate from this, listening to the strong thumps, quickly glancing down at his watch. Decent. Resting below sixty. Brody was fit. A lot more fit than he gave himself credit for. The muscles in his chest were defined, and that didn’t come from police work. He had to work out regularly.
The meat of Zack’s hand rested on his broad chest, fingers moving on the swell of his pectorals as they rose and fell with each breath. The stir in his shorts brought him back front and center to the fact that this wasn’t the best idea. Leaning over his very attractive and touch-phobic patient. Even if all he intended to do was see if the man could lighten up. Maybe even laugh.
He wasn’t laughing now. When Zack lifted his eyes to Brody’s, he was hit with the full intensity of stormy gray. Not filled with amusement anymore but with something else.
It sent heat down Zack’s spine and into his shoes. He wasn’t even listening to the beats, just frozen in place with the buds in his ears, fingers still pressed to Brody’s chest as they stared at each other. The humor of the moment fell away as Brody continued to stare, arms still folded behind his head, mouth set into a straight line.
Zack straightened a tad too sharply and tucked the scope around his neck. Pulling his face into a rehearsed, easy smile, he hid the heat thrumming in his veins. “Yeah. You’ll live.” He started backing toward the door and gave a lame salute that made him want to cringe. God he was such a spaz. “I…I’ll see you next week.”
He rushed to exit stage left, narrowly missing the doorframe on the way out.

Zack could be downright pushy when he went into healthcare-professional mode. Brody wasn’t used to being told what to do. The small voice inside him that rejoiced in response was the one he hated most. He clenched his eyes shut and relaxed his leg.
“Good,” Zack said, his voice low as he focused.
He scooted himself up, knelt down, and hooked Brody’s knee over his arm, placing one hand at the back of his thigh, the other on the front. Brody tensed everywhere. He didn’t mean to, he probably shouldn’t, but he couldn’t help it.
“Relax. Hey,” Zack said and didn’t say another word until Brody opened his eyes and met Zack’s gaze. “Relax. The cramp comes right back if you’re tense. Trust me.”
Brody nodded again because it was all he could manage. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust Zack. Oddly enough, he did. But he didn’t trust himself. He didn’t like being in someone else’s hands—yet he did. He wasn’t comfortable with the vulnerability, but he was. And the position he was in was more than a tad suggestive. Except, of course, to someone like Zack. Zack, who only saw physiology, muscles, and ice packs. Cramps instead of sexual tension. Charlie horses instead of thighs.
“Good,” Zack repeated as Brody relaxed.
Brody focused on the trees to his left and tried not to think about the man between his legs or the hands all over him. It made him wonder about the next time he could get out of town.
“Is this helping?” Zack asked.
“Huh? Oh…yeah. Thanks,” Brody answered without looking at him.
Zack didn’t say anything. Didn’t move. Didn’t seem to breathe.
Brody knew it was his way of making Brody either talk or look at him or pay attention. Drove him fucking nuts, but it worked. Brody turned his head to glare at Zack like a pissed-off delinquent, but when his eyes found Zack, Zack wasn’t looking back.
Zack’s gaze was somewhere below Brody’s waist, dragging along one thigh, then the other. His attention lingered there, and Brody felt it all the way through his skin. It wasn’t professional Zack checking out his alignment either. Far from.
Something different, something hungry flashed in the deep brown of Zack’s eyes. Brody felt a lick of pure heat drag up his spine and back down. Straight to his groin. He didn’t know what he did to make Zack meet his eyes. He didn’t flinch or gasp or do anything besides remain frozen in place. Still, Zack looked at him, his eyes weaving a tale that had nothing to do with physical therapy.
Grasping fingers, slick skin, entwined bodies, and the kind of intensity that hurt so good you’d want it again and again. It sparked between them and hung in the air, thicker than the midsummer humidity. Brody recognized the same lust that continued to torture him right there in Zack’s eyes.

Sam B. Morgan writes contemporary gay romance with complex, complicated men. A love of travel means settings from small town South Carolina to Sydney, Australia serve not only as backdrops, but supporting characters in each and every book. Sam enjoys fast cars, slow Sunday mornings, hot coffee, and even hotter heroes.


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  1. Thanks so much for taking the time to read and give a thoughtful review.
    - Sam B. Morgan

    1. Thank you for allowing me to review it and for taking the time to read the review :-)