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Reunions can be murder. A dial tone instead of a human voice announced Lucky's ousting from the Lucklighter clan over twelve years ago. After living a life of crime. After testifying against his drug lord lover. After receiving a ten-year sentence. Ah, hell. Lucky would've disowned himself too. Now life's better. He's done his time and earned a place in the Southeastern Narcotics Bureau's Department of Diversion Prevention and Control. He has a house. He has Bo, his partner both on and off the job. And pets. But not his folks. The worst part? He's not sure exactly why they disowned him. Too late now-they think he's dead. Now his father needs a gift only Lucky can give. And Lucky's family has something that may destroy all he The truth.

Renegade biker. Drug runner. Recovering addict. Wanted by the Southeastern Narcotics Bureau. But he isn't a crook, he's the law. SNB Agent Bo Schollenberger's solved his cases using his brains and not a gun, and with his partner, not alone. Now he's handed a tough new case involving designer drugs that turn users violent. One false move could end his life as he immerses himself into a motorcycle gang to locate the source. His fate depends on how well he can impersonate someone else. Someone named Cyrus Cooper. Cyrus is everything Bo Schollenberger isn't, including the badass enforcer for a smuggling ring. He establishes pecking order with his fists and doesn't take shit from anybody, not even the undercover agent who comes to help his case. Simon "Lucky" Harrison's always been the best, whichever side of the law he was on. Former trafficker turned SNB agent, he damned well ought to be undercover in this motorcycle gang, instead of hanging around the office going crazy with new policies, new people, and "inter-departmental cooperation" that sticks him in a classroom. Yet he's passed over for the SNB's biggest case in decades in favor of the rookie who shares his bed. A man Lucky thought he knew. When survival depends on a web of tangled lies, lines blur, worlds collide, and a high stakes game turns friend to foe. Lucky knows the difference between Bo the agent and Cyrus the outlaw, but does Bo?

Lucky Lucklighter has a new life. His old life wants him back. He traded trafficking for taking down criminals with the Southeastern Narcotics Bureau, and a drug-lord lover for a man on the right side of the law. Bo Schollenberger found the way past the thorny defenses of Lucky's heart, and made Mr. I-Get-Along-Fine-Alone think about his and his closets, stevia in the sugar bowl, and a picket fence-with a good lock on the gate. Now Bo is missing, and a voice long silenced asks, "Did you miss me?" Lucky must deal with a devil from his past to get Bo back. And if Bo isn't willing to come? A drug ring needs its back broken before flooding the US with a designer high, seductive and undetectable. But there's a fine line between good and evil, and a truckload of temptation urging Lucky to cross.

Dead men can't love. Former drug trafficker Richmond "Lucky" Lucklighter "died" in the line of duty while working off a ten-year sentence in service to the Southeastern Narcotics Bureau, only to be reborn as Simon "Lucky" Harrison. The newbie he trained, former Marine Bo Schollenberger, is now his partner on (and maybe off) the job. It's hard to tell when Lucky doesn't understand relationships or have a clue what any sane human is doing in his bed. Bo's nice to have around, sure, but there's none of that picking-out-china-together crap for Lucky. While fighting PTSD, memories of a horrid childhood, and a prescription drug addiction, Bo is paying for his mistakes. Using his pharmacy license for the good guys provides the sort of education he never got in school. Undercover with his hard-headed partner, Bo learns that not everything is as it seems in the world of pharmaceuticals. When a prescription drug shortage jeopardizes the patients at Rosario Children's Cancer Center, it not only pits Bo and Lucky against predatory opportunists, but also each other. How can they tell who the villains are? The bad guys don't wear black hats, but they might wear white coats.