"When undercover cop Steven Pershing infiltrates a Jacksonville gang, his job gets messy. Gang leader Conrad Stalton is dangerous: closed off, secretive, and sexy. Sexy in a way Steven has never noticed before. If Steven does his job, Conrad may go to prison. If Steven follows his heart, he may never recover."
Who even knew record stores still existed? My parents have vinyl LPs on the bottom shelf of their entertainment wall. When I was a kid, Mom used to play Mirage by Fleetwood Mac when she cleaned house; said it made her clean faster. I can recognize the virginal warble of a Stevie Nicks song at a hundred yards. But here I was, standing outside Re-Vinyl on A1A in Jacksonville Beach. A display of ’70s and ’80s funk albums were scattered in with some plastic cherries. The Ohio Players Honey album, the lean model dripping honey into her mouth; Wild Cherry with their one big hit. Faded posters of Kiss and Green Day and Shania Twain blocked most of the window glass but I could still see inside. Enough to see him. Enough to get nervous. He glanced over and I knelt down and pretended to tie my s
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