Author: Dirk Greyson
Series: Day and Knight (Book 2)
Genre: M/M, Contemporary, Adventure
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Release Date: Nov 9 2015
Edition/Formats: eBook & Print
Dayton “Day” Ingram is recovering from an injury suffered in Mexico—and from his failed relationship with fellow Scorpion agent, Knight. While researching an old government document, Day realizes he might be holding the key to finding an artistic masterpiece lost since WWII.
But the Russians are looking for it too, and have a team in place in Eastern Europe hunting it down. Day and Knight are brought back together when they are charged with getting to the painting first.
Knight wants to leave Mexico and everything that happened there behind, and return to the life he had—except it wasn't much of a life. When he's partnered up with Day, keeping his distance proves to be challenging. But Day is as stubborn as Knight and isn’t willing to let him walk away.
Their assignment leads them through Germany and Austria with agents hot on their tail—agents willing to do whatever it takes to get to the masterpiece first. If Day and Knight can live long enough to find the painting, they might also discover something even more precious—each other.
Dirk is very much an outside kind of man. He loves travel and seeing new things. Dirk worked in corporate America for way too long and now spends his days writing, gardening, and taking care of the home he shares with his partner of more than two decades. He has a Master’s Degree and all the other accessories that go with a corporate job. But he is most proud of the stories he tells and the life he's built. Dirk lives in Pennsylvania in a century old home and is blessed with an amazing circle of friends.
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Other Books in the Day and Knight Series
Day and Knight Book 1
Sun and Shadow Book 2
Day hadn’t done much with furniture. The place was utilitarian and basic, and that was about all, but it was home. “Did someone guilt you into paying a visit?” He closed the door.
Knight sighed. “Do we really need to do this?”
Day walked into the living room and sat on the blue slipcovered sofa. “No. I don’t suppose it would do any good. It isn’t like you owe me anything. We were on assignment together, and things….” Day swallowed. He’d spent most of the time he was alone at home recuperating thinking about Knight and what they’d done together. Their assignment to break up a terrorist plot had been a huge success with only one blemish—a bullet through Day’s shoulder.
“We were in close proximity, and things got a little out of hand. We both had too much to drink and….” Knight wandered over to the window. “What happened on the ship needs to stay there.”
“I think I knew that already,” Day sniped. “I got that pretty loud and clear when you didn’t even bother to call to see how I was. That’s your way, isn’t it? If something happens that doesn’t fit in your little worldview, you just ignore it or lock it away in a box somewhere in that tiny brain of yours and go on as though nothing happened.”
“What? You want to come out and tell everyone in the office what happened?” Knight said, and Day smiled a little. At least he’d gotten some sort of rise out of him.
“No. I don’t. And I figured that after the first few days, your assholeness had probably taken over, and you were digging yourself into a Marine foxhole so deep you were probably halfway to China.”
Knight whirled around on his heels, eyes dark and blazing.
Day felt heat start in his head and slide down his spine, radiating outward. He’d seen that expression before, and he remembered what had happened afterward—so did the rest of his body. But he pushed it away.
“Fuck you,” Knight ground out above a whisper. His body tightened enough that Day could have attached strings and played him like a cello. “You don’t know shit about anything.”
Day wasn’t sure that was true. He’d thought plenty over the past week about his time with Knight and what they’d done together. But there was no way that he wanted to announce to the office—or to anyone else—that he was gay. Hell, an announcement like that would likely be the end of a career that he had fought for. He’d just gotten his first assignment, and he’d taken a bullet to help make sure it was a success. “You think.”
“I know.” Knight put his hands behind his back and slowly came closer.
If Day hadn’t known better, he’d swear he was being stalked. “You can put the Marine intimidation tactics away. They aren’t going to work on me. I’ve seen you naked, remember? You don’t have a lot to hide.”
That stopped Knight in his tracks and seemed to throw him off guard. He scoffed. “I didn’t come here to fight with you.”
“Well, showing up after a week of your hiding and egotistical wound licking wasn’t going to get you much else.”
“So we fucked a few times when we were on the ship. We were surrounded by gay guys all day long, and they….”
“What? Locked us in the room together? Poured the booze down our throats so we’d let our guard down and screw each other into the mattress? Just admit we had a good time.”
“Fine,” Knight said. “But it can’t continue. And no one can know,” he added sharply enough that Day jumped slightly. “People in the organization cannot find out.”
“I agree with you. But that doesn’t mean we can’t be civil to each other. This ‘turn away and pretend nothing happened’ shit is for schoolgirls. We did spend a week sleeping in the same bed.” Day stood. “And I know things about you that no one else on earth knows.” He immediately wished he hadn’t said that because an image of Knight in bed, mouth open, eyes wide and filled with heat, reflecting Day’s own, flashed into his mind’s eye. Day swallowed and blinked, pushing it away because those memories wouldn’t do him any good.